<?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-7198049</id><updated>2011-09-20T03:01:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vondotcom@gmail.com</title><subtitle type='html'>The Film is my Sermon...
The Cinema is my Church..
-Martin Scorsese</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7337638049021284639</id><published>2011-08-31T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:04:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明天会更好吗？</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://favim.com/orig/201103/07/Favim.com-5981.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://favim.com/orig/201103/07/Favim.com-5981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;月31日 雨天&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s2"&gt;好啦。又是一天了。今天&lt;/span&gt;一醒来时心里就不知为什么好想好想逃避在面前的路。过去的四天以为病了，妈妈不让我出去就只好呆在家和妹妹在一起。妹妹啊，就是那么可爱。每天鼓力我说“姐今天你可以走来走去了，有进步哦。”每次听到妹妹那么大勇气的声音我都会跟自己说妹妹有一天一定能改变她的世界，鼓励人，改变人。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p4"&gt;然后呢，我就想到妈妈。付出那么多的妈妈。每天说笑话多多的妈妈，不停的为我和妹付出的美丽妈妈。在着几天里我想我从来没想念妈妈那么多。每次听到她要回来了就那么高兴。我想啊如果不是妈妈我今天都不知到会是着摸样。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p4"&gt;说了那么多一定在想为什么我还想逃避？咳！以该是为了几年前还没解决的问题吧。每天都要想要说什么来回答为了就是不要把小是恼成大是。可是看来问题还是没变反儿变得更大，不知道几时才能让它解束。好累啊好累，一想到时都会把自己藏起来对自己大哭一下。咳。累了上帝爸爸。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p4"&gt;明天会更好吗？：｜&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7337638049021284639?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7337638049021284639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7337638049021284639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7337638049021284639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7337638049021284639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='明天会更好吗？'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7829979089170254228</id><published>2011-01-14T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:19:57.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running back to your arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.balkanfile.com/images/posts/oct2008/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.balkanfile.com/images/posts/oct2008/hugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's about 8:13am in the morning.&lt;div&gt;I was early at work. Mum needs to get to her office so she offered a ride to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning waking up feeling kinda crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questioning myself why... what.. and how.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sense of betrayer and being such a loser to trust what anyone said, knowing that how untrustful and how unwilling i am to fulfilled what is expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For so many years i've been glad how God had pull me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well there you go... someone just blew it and what sucks is when you know that you had allowed it. Either way.. what goes through my mind now is how much i just want to sit in his pressence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know like how it felt when you just run into your father's arms telling him everything you felt. and the silly mistakes you made every single day.. and he just takes u in the arm and tells u everything is alright. yeah~&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/7198049-7829979089170254228?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7829979089170254228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7829979089170254228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7829979089170254228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7829979089170254228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-back-to-your-arms.html' title='Running back to your arms'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8784058020692876374</id><published>2010-10-15T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:00:40.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/TLej0UCLYAI/AAAAAAAABMg/pYDOc6BoAOQ/s1600/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/TLej0UCLYAI/AAAAAAAABMg/pYDOc6BoAOQ/s320/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528067186746941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 15th Oct 2010, Friday. Early in the morning. &lt;div&gt;*breaths in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost 4 to 5 months since i last posted anything on my blogspace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over this period... there are so many things had happen.. the good stuff and the bad stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about it today right now at this moment... there are just so many layers of... ups and downs. It's as if you get to watch this movie of your own life sobbing and laughing away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandpa passed away about a month plus ago.. although he wasn't that close to me but the picture of him in the total white outfit never leave my memories. It's amazing how sometimes one death could bring people together and decide to do things that should have been done long time ago. However, either way... i'm just glad that now we all learnt to appreciate each other more.. choosing to spend more time together and understand each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know... we go through the routines of life and for me... i hardly find myself doing anything without any music playing in the background. I don't know about you but i love music.. i love playing the latest songs that's on the radio.. latest songs we sing in church.. and it was funny as i set down at my desk the past few days... looking through my itunes playlist... i do not have a single idea of what i want to listen to... but only knew in my heart that... once again.. i've disappoint God. Making silly decisions. that makes no sense at all. I knew deep down in my heart that it's time... it's time to run to God and set things right. Every single time when i run back to him... i saw the weakness of myself.. the dark side which we choose to ignore or escape from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the best time in my life, in fact it might just be the worse and lowest valley of my life. Never once did i felt so upset with myself.. Never once did i felt i've done something so bad so bad that i couldn't pull myself together. So bad that it stinks.. but having said that.... after running for so long... I guess it's because of our imperfection that make God loves us more each day. He could have turn his back on us but his grace and love embraces our imperfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;"I guess.. Our Imperfection is what made God loves us more..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7198049-8784058020692876374?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8784058020692876374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8784058020692876374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8784058020692876374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8784058020692876374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/TLej0UCLYAI/AAAAAAAABMg/pYDOc6BoAOQ/s72-c/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-984391178546625986</id><published>2010-05-31T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:34:18.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>It's 12:37am, Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing... never would have dream that of all places to blog about my life, i will be blogging in the hospital. with my sis sleeping by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start.&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've been reflecting alot. Maybe because i had been having too much time waiting and i started to think about the different things that is going on right now in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about work.. family... life and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I often question myself ever since i quit my previous company.. If the choice that i made today was right.&lt;br /&gt;I remember i blogged about how simple people live when i met different ones in Australia. Running after their passion to feed the poor. I started looking forward to that kinda life as i quit  my job. Of cause, different company has different imperfection. Although i'm still happy with my current job, it will not change the fact that many times as i set infront of my desk looking into my computer and wonder if life could have been different if i were to continue with my previous job or landing myself in another company. How would life be if i'm running production right now. Filming stories, having an entitlement of some credits that runs after the programme. I wonder many times how it would have been. Often times i had to stopped myself from thinking about it but only to be reminded about the purpose of me coming to my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. One of the major reason of landing in the current job was to have more time with my family. Knowing that my industry is an industry that never sleeps i reckon that with my current job it would allow me to spend more time at home and indeed i had. I looked at my sister now, knowing how much pain she had to go through. Like any mothers or sisters, we wish we could ease out the pain for her. if there is anything we could do to make her feel better i'm willing. I see the face of rest on her face makes me appreciates having her by my side. I'm really tired but right now, i just wants her to be by my side. Walking through her every single pain, joy, sorrow.. whatever it is.. I want her to know that i'm always by her side cheering her up for her. Though i missed the days we had before but today i'm reminded of the good that is still ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll wipe every tear from our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And make everything new just like He promised&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll taste and see that the Lord is good&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is good&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "See" Steven curtis chapman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-984391178546625986?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/984391178546625986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=984391178546625986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/984391178546625986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/984391178546625986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4817182476071677330</id><published>2010-05-17T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:21:46.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sister that i'm so proud of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/S_FMyu1q1ZI/AAAAAAAABLc/QfjQOc10Yu0/s1600/537359052_ae638d02b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/S_FMyu1q1ZI/AAAAAAAABLc/QfjQOc10Yu0/s320/537359052_ae638d02b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472239456682169746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is 10:13pm, 17th May.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on the bed blogging about the beginning journey of my week.&lt;br /&gt;It's seem that with the previous blogs i've learn to understand and talk about my family more&lt;br /&gt;often then i realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Ever since yesterday i guess my days were pretty surreal i would say.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i thought i would only encounter in TV has become reality in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how i always grew up with my 10 years younger sister, I use to hate being around her when i was young. I didn't like so many things about how things were.&lt;br /&gt;But as you grow older you realized it's a responsibility when the young ones looks up to you as a role model.&lt;br /&gt;I begin to observe how much my sister model after me.&lt;br /&gt;Things i do, things i say, how i look at things she never fails to ask me about her school homework.&lt;br /&gt;Although many times i do feel bad sweeping her away but i guess when you are older you realized the need in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been very challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that today is the day that she will be going for her major operation. I find all ways to communicate with her and to calm her down to know that this is the one thing she had to go through and we have to go through knowing that it is for the better for the future.&lt;br /&gt;I joked with her yesterday morning. Many offer their prayers to her. I prepare her stuff with her and stayed through the night with her. I knew she is prepared for this but i can never understand the fear that is going through in her heart that she hardly shows. I stayed up late looking at her and just praying that God will be with her and let her rest in the process. Asked him for his peace to fill up her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and this is the moment when her biggest challenge comes. She cried silently to herself as she is being rowed into the operating recept. Mum and I waited the whole day and to find ourselves receiving the news that everything went really well. At that moment, i couldn't ask anything more but to praise God for him making everything well. I'm so proud of my little sister. I use to fear how she would run away from all the needles but no she stood firm and gave her best shot through the process. She didn't cry from the needles but she went with confidence. Although now she is in the ICU after an asthma attack right after the operation, i looked at her today knowing she had overcome so much. She did not just go for an operation that will give her confidence in her body but she had gone for an operation that have gain her confidence in her character. And I know God had mold her during the whole process of this operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her today, knowing that she had made me proud of what she had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;What more should worry or to ask but only to also give my best shot to be there for her, encourage her and walk through this journey with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She do not need to know how much she had suffered, because she knew it all along.&lt;br /&gt;But what she needs is the encouragement that only I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe. Small as you are, you have faith and confidence like a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so Proud of you buddy and I will stand by your side in every walk of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it buddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be heal in Jesus Name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4817182476071677330?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4817182476071677330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4817182476071677330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4817182476071677330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4817182476071677330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/05/sister-that-im-so-proud-of.html' title='The Sister that i&apos;m so proud of.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/S_FMyu1q1ZI/AAAAAAAABLc/QfjQOc10Yu0/s72-c/537359052_ae638d02b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2940849406621591580</id><published>2010-03-31T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:38:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mom that never sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protectyoursleep.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/alg_mother_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.protectyoursleep.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/alg_mother_baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 1:22am on a wednesday morning.&lt;div&gt;Sitting on my bed, I decided to blog about what happened in the past 2-3hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few months it hasn't been easy at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes arguments breaks out of now where and bitter comments were thrown all around at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today i've decided to blog about my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never forget when i was younger how my mum would punish me for telling a lie, not doing my homework or sometimes being rude to people by not talking. I will get cane by her and in my mind i would hope for a saviour to save me from her punishments. (Which most of the time turns out to be my dad or my grandpa). And as i grew older my mum starts to tell me stories, the day that i was born... tears of joy filled her heart and my family's heart. She always say that she couldn't believe that she could give birth to a "giant" like me. And of cos when i was younger, she use to buy dresses for me to dress me up like a princess, going for ballet classes (i know it hard to believe). And soon you grow to be a teenager, when you just felt that everything about your mum is just about nagging after more nagging and more nagging. She complains of the number of hours i set in front of my computer playing games, bumming around. She seeks after a way that not every parents takes but to put everything of herself down and to take a step down to communicate with me. Till the day i step into my university when i started to make choices in chasing after my dreams. On the day of my graduation, she prepares herself wearing the first white dress i bought for her, that smile on her face knowing that she was and still is very proud of me. And now, when i started working she never fails to takes care of my health, making sure i have enough food and rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of cos, what my mum did is way more then just these sentences of words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i had dinner with my mum just like any other day. But today i saw the other side of my mum that i know someday it will fade away. Ever since my helper went back, though my sister and I were given different task to take on but no matter how much we do it will never beats the amount of energy and strength my mum puts in to make this home a better home to live in. No matter how early we have to get to work or school she never fails to wakes up in the morning to drive us to that place, when the afternoon hits she rush off the house work and goes of to work, and when night falls she refuses to let us wash the dishes and clothes but to ask us to get more rest. We complain so much many times on the things we need to sacrifice but what more do we complain when we look at our mums with the afford the put in to make this a better home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing her with so much more things to do with so little time to rest i decided to help her but i got myself cut with a tin. She quickly runs over the house to get me a plaster. And at the end she just said go and sleep don't wake up late tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no idea how your mums are but though many times i couldn't understand how she thinks but i'm forever grateful to have her by my side and i'll never exchange another mum for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you mum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7198049-2940849406621591580?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2940849406621591580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2940849406621591580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2940849406621591580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2940849406621591580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-that-never-sleeps.html' title='the mom that never sleeps'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6739474975604172574</id><published>2010-02-06T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:40:07.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't just good... it was.. awesome! *thumbs up* tink*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.mit.edu/ryangray/Public/Gnus/thumbs_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://web.mit.edu/ryangray/Public/Gnus/thumbs_up.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's a Saturday Early morning, 12:24am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today was a rather cold, warm, rainy weather day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;An eventful day for sure but a day to take time to see how things comes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's the 2nd official day of work in my new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;As of now, things are still going really slow where nothing is yet to be on my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I take my time getting familiar with my new co-workers, with the area etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Of cause now working in a bigger corporation the distance that you need to walked around is so much bigger as compared to the one before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was being officially introduced to the whole office which took about 20mins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It is quite an interesting moment but anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;moving on in the afternoon i went for my basic theory test..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;having not much confident before i was glad somehow i'm being forced to read up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and today i'm very thankful that i've made it through the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Reading all the questions 2 times my heart beats really fast on the last question before tap on the screens that says end test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I closed my eyes hoping to see if it's a passed or failed i tap on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;One movie that could describe what i felt then was " The beat that my heart skip" was for that. Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well anyways, i made it and moving on to the next step..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Above all, what really made the day really awesome was when i took the lesson notes today and read on it again. Questioning God on how does this lesson relates with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And when i deliver the lesson to my net members, i realized... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The lesson is really very simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I took 15mins to just share the lesson with everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's about God's promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God.. the one and only friend whom never fail to fulfill his promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When he says it.. It will happen. He is not flicker minded.. He is not someone who changes his ideals every time he feels so.. He is faithful to his promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And so many things in the bible he promised yet many times, we forgotten to keep it close to our hearts. Because the way how the world got us to think how God is. We create this whole God image that is being influence by the world. And honestly many times we.. well at least me I doubt God on his promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He promise me that he will provide. He will heal.. but many times our attitude towards God was.. yeah yeah alright God... if you so happen to heal and provide... Great good for me... but if you don't.... erm... ok. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It came to me that really.. it is that simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Principle here is... Promises are already there.. God is waiting.. ready to burst his blessing on us.. but we've forgotten to claim it. And when things doesn't work out we kinda just sweep it under our bed thinking.. ah it's ok.. God just.. well didn't come through.. ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or or.. some of us.. sweep it under our beds yet we still praise God on our lips.. but in the heart... it's just another thing that happen and well things fail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are so many things that got in our way.. that we forgotten about the voice of God calling out to us screammming at the top of his voice telling us hey hello... it's here... why are you not redeeming it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And at the end i thought to myself even right now as i'm typing this out.. I'm convince that i've not been placing myself in that position where i start living in his promises and start redeeming all my left over presents that is from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Like what Linus said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's not just good.. It IS Awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm thankful for being reminded of his promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Amen! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-6739474975604172574?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6739474975604172574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6739474975604172574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6739474975604172574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6739474975604172574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-wasnt-just-good-it-was-awesome.html' title='it wasn&apos;t just good... it was.. awesome! *thumbs up* tink*'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5472945965539454407</id><published>2010-01-26T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:36:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/uiPOp9icvBjlxTrq6cV7tYyW9UmmhpYMFHM3pOGlz30_/the_value_of_a_good_friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 347px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/uiPOp9icvBjlxTrq6cV7tYyW9UmmhpYMFHM3pOGlz30_/the_value_of_a_good_friendship.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Monday, 12:27am. Rather windy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Today marks the first day of me being "jobless". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Getting my day planned, I met up with weiling at ikea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;While waiting for her, my ex colleagues called me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Wondering if i'm enjoying my life now lying on the bed snoring away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;or have i got my butts up to see what else i have for the coming future road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Well.. I'm not too sure how noisy or maybe quiet the office had been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Unsure what was going on in everyone's mind while they first stepped into the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Has my presence left the office with a sudden unfamiliar tone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;No longer jazzy music appears early in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;No longer hearing the crappy-ness i left... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;On the other side of the island..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;A sudden unfamiliar way of living hits me right in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Sleeping without anyone waking you up asking if there is work today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Spending my afternoon out in ikea as if it's my holiday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It's so unfamiliar to me with this way of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;However, i'm glad... and thankful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;for that one call my friends made to just check out on me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Knowing the battle is gonna be tougher they supported my choice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I was.. digging out the dvds i had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;with all my previous projects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;and I came acrossed this 2 huge cards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Somehow.. i was touched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;These 2 cards were written last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;it amazed me in this 1 year.. How much i've changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Busy-ness washes off the foundations for friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;The importance of making that extra effort to look out for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;2009 hasn't been easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I've figured friends whom had been so close to me before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;i've not make time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;to check on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;and when I looked at those 2 cards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;it reminded me of the tough times we had gone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;the words were simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;but it means so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5472945965539454407?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5472945965539454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5472945965539454407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5472945965539454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5472945965539454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5297863310807169320</id><published>2010-01-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:54:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3655436/2/istockphoto_3655436-on-the-last-lap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3655436/2/istockphoto_3655436-on-the-last-lap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Well.. Yet another day had gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It's 11:43pm on a Thur night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;With my television on.. watching American Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'm sitting here blogging about what is new in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It was indeed quite an emotional day deep inside of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Reason being the fact that finally.. the day has come.. The final Lap that i'm running is finally reaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Tomorrow.. is my last day with my company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Well it's kinda mix feeling going on within me though my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I guess it's the relationships and bonding that you build every single day with these guys that makes my day emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This day come so fast since the year starts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It was so fast... that i couldn't even believe that it's tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I thought to myself.. What's gonna happen on sunday evening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Right after service how am i gonna react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Monday morning.. what am i gonna do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Suddenly all these things that i'm so familiar with.. suddenly it will be not needed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It was extremely tough to leave my colleague today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I guess the battle we fight every single day at work is what gets me missing every single min as i leave this familiar place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Guys, Rock on! You can do it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5297863310807169320?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5297863310807169320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5297863310807169320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5297863310807169320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5297863310807169320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-lap.html' title='The last lap'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7842444037564275341</id><published>2010-01-10T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:06:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smilingfaces.com.au/files/imagecache/product/files/smiling-faces-LGE_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.smilingfaces.com.au/files/imagecache/product/files/smiling-faces-LGE_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again it's a sunday night, 11:28pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's the first blog i'm going to write for 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You know it's sometimes amazing how each year passes by so quickly and you just don't realize it till the year end comes and you starts to reflect on the things over the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But anyhow, it's 10th Jan 2010.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess for the first week of the year, it went pretty slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and it's actually quite suckish on the first week you got to reflect and you get really upset... with many things that is being brought forward from 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But, Still I want to thank God for pulling me through the year. And i thank God for that 1 bus ride i decided to take after work to clear my thoughts with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Although it was a really long ride but sometimes you do need these ride to think through things. In any case, I wanted to thank him for pushing me right to the corner to just turn my eyes on him once again. Telling me or rather reminding me about how our walk with him can't be base on how we feel.. what we are thinking but it has to be that foundation we know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In the coming year, so much challenges ahead of me for 2010 and I'm entrusting the Lord to make things work out somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today had been such a great day. Again it is amazing in that 12hours you spend out you've gain so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess at the end of the day I can only say... Lord show me the plans you have for me. Take my every step walk with me... and lead me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7842444037564275341?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7842444037564275341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7842444037564275341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7842444037564275341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7842444037564275341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hope.html' title='My Hope.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3523358395629923367</id><published>2009-12-24T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:21:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A start of a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avivadirectory.com/photoshop/images/road_break_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.avivadirectory.com/photoshop/images/road_break_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;A start of a new beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;24th Dec 2009. It's 10:43pm i'm sitting infront of my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Today marks my first day of the very long break that i've been looking forward to since don't know when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It's been a really busy busy busy months that had just passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Everyday seems like a process day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Although each day different challenges comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;but the thought of waking up at 7:30am, leaves the house at 8:30am then get to office by 10am having lunch at 1plus and finish up work by sometimes midnight sometimes on time just gets you isolated in the thought that you are not in contact with everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;So anyhow! Hitting on a punch line, i realized my days in my current company are really numbered. Memories of each person i've worked with in the company i can't really quite imagine how it would be like leaving a place i've stayed on day and night for the past 1 year and 2 months. Of cause, leaving a team that have been so supportive through every single project is one of the hardest thing i have to deal with i guess. Through tears and joy, day and night we've been through every single mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;*Takes in a deep breath* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Oh wells~ It's at start of a new beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'm seeing my future ahead of me. And i'm running after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Lord I trust in you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3523358395629923367?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3523358395629923367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3523358395629923367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3523358395629923367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3523358395629923367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-new-beginning.html' title='A start of a new beginning.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-629981625661470889</id><published>2009-11-01T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:39:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blister finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3293892008_82595a09a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3293892008_82595a09a7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a Tues morning, 12:25am. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's rather "early"in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... i was suppose to blog on this yesterday night but lol well i felt asleep even before i typed the first word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the point, i was actually just looking at my fingers and as i saw this blister that i got after playing the bass on sunday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back i've realized how far i came... with the bass.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering how i wasn't really interested at the beginning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to the day where the cha cha band was formed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then to the time where i got scolding from Amos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till today laying with the regional band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad and amazed how God had changed my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and attitude towards things in life with the bass.. (never say die spirit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of cause with the people i'm surrounded with. Never fails to scold me with love, and encourage me when i'm discouraged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful that's all i can say. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-629981625661470889?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/629981625661470889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=629981625661470889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/629981625661470889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/629981625661470889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/11/blister-finger.html' title='The blister finger'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3293892008_82595a09a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-9147535842219353409</id><published>2009-10-09T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:51:54.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can anyone hear it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bloggis.se/cleo/bilder/sad_times_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 580px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 870px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bloggis.se/cleo/bilder/sad_times_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's 9:40pm in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;and it's 11:40pm here in Brisbane...&lt;br /&gt;Once again i'm sitting infront of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;going through the thoughts that came by...&lt;br /&gt;sitting on my bed in this mini room in the hostel..&lt;br /&gt;a guy strumming the guitar singing to himself at the cooridoor...&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;why? why things has to turn out the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since i took time to gather my thoughts on my future.&lt;br /&gt;Over this trip, i figured&lt;br /&gt;in the most simple way, people are just passionate on what they do.. Knowing that every single day they had a purpose.. and they knew they are called to do this at this time at this place...&lt;br /&gt;I question myself, what do I want?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not well very happy with the way i am now i think...&lt;br /&gt;walking day by day just for the sake of doing what i'm suppose to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the trip i remembered how i always wanted to make it big somehow some day..&lt;br /&gt;i remember how when i tell myself...&lt;br /&gt;Look Yvonne here is it... u gonna be a great director... producer maybe... art director...&lt;br /&gt;but over this trip, what i saw was just a pure passion... a pure calling in each person i met..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself, this is the kinda life, i wanna live.. but can i affort it is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to mum... gotten her support to pursue what's right for my life, however the saddness of life came when the exteral parties saw the plans i had in my mind was a road of more suffering to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was really ever supportive besides my mum in the things i pursue...&lt;br /&gt;They think in the most realistic way that many times i guess that's what make working a pain.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it hurts most when you figured the people whom you look up to sometimes comes back with a thinking that you had not grow up to think for others not knowing what actually goes through my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cry over this all over again...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;I know what i'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;not living a life that is unplanned..&lt;br /&gt;not living a life that pleases everyone...&lt;br /&gt;but desire to live a life of passion and great purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-9147535842219353409?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/9147535842219353409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=9147535842219353409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9147535842219353409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9147535842219353409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-anyone-hear-it.html' title='can anyone hear it?'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6456151071445665665</id><published>2009-09-27T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:16:05.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scribtee.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/relax.png?w=400&amp;amp;h=280"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://scribtee.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/relax.png?w=400&amp;amp;h=280" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 10:55pm on a sunny sunday.. :)&lt;div&gt;Waking up early this morning not knowing what's installed through the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expecting things will run as usual like any other sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as the day comes to an end before i head to my bed and rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reflect on what's different today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, it's such a special day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it somehow just felt awesome every single moment... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any sunday, i get up at 7:45am... showered and heads out to church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pick up the bass and start plugging it in and start playing the songs as the service starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Msg was interesting.. very different but it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came ministry meeting where everything changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again it wasn't like any other rehearsal meeting, today was really to reflect the foundations of our worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not have practice sessions, but what Jidi shared was really... amazing and i believe it is from God. Even Esther's worship was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never do i want to just provide shades to those who walks into church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to produce fruits that brings life... the worship that comes out should be like a river of living water that when one walks into church feeling warm.. dry.. thirsty can too be refresh and it last for a long way... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know at some point, it is amazing how God impresses your heart on the things that is coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this week had been such an intense week. Everything just came slapping on my face. It's as if you couldn't even get a chance to take a break from the slapping that comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S UNCONTROLLABLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at one point i'm screaming in my heart and mind saying "ENOUGH!! OK OK.. I SUCK!! STOP IT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is amazing that in the mist of all the slapping moments, God prepared my heart of what i'm about to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that i was almost in a desperate moment of just needing a break from everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just to really take time away to spend time with God. And i mean really getting away from all form of communication that could ever exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the time when i had so much faith in what God had promised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the time when i was always able to just praise God in almost every single thing. (lol praise God.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more importantly I think i missed the time when i really understood the purpose of why things happen the way it is. Of cos, not to say that i don't understand it now but it's as if the mask of busy-ness came in along the way and i just live with it. Week after week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, back to the key point. I was amazed that during this week i started to have thoughts like.. Hey maybe i should make a habit of catching a movie once a month? picking up classes? Go out and do some drawing.. something that you can just enjoy.. and spend sometime with your friends or alone. and i guess i've figured that spending time alone outside can be good. Although it might be alittle weird.. because you suddenly feel so empty around you.. It's as if you didn't bring your bag out on a normal day. These thoughts came to me as a random thoughts but today it was like a confirmation of these activities are what God wants me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, with these yeah i guess.. it's time for me to hit myself with a treat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Twist* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-6456151071445665665?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6456151071445665665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6456151071445665665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6456151071445665665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6456151071445665665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7152356871801914199</id><published>2009-09-23T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:21:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumb1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/08/07/05/alone,b,w,black,,,white,black,and,white,black,white,bw,cry,crying,girl,sad-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://thumb1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/08/07/05/alone,b,w,black,,,white,black,and,white,black,white,bw,cry,crying,girl,sad-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 12:13am on a Wednesday morning.. &lt;div&gt;Sitting in my desk area waiting for things to be done i reflect once again upon what happen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking in a deep breath, i thought to myself that today is just one of those days that you cry not because you are happy.. not because someone had hurt you but the fact that you get so angry that you didn't know what to do but to cry over it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started off with a really blue morning when you just figured that today will just going to be another working day with exciting stuff installed. Till it hits the evening, things changes. It's as if the world had been turned up side down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that with my commitment, the number of hours i didn't mind to give up on.. the number of sleepless nights.. the money i spend... the many weekends that i could have gone out to shop or rest at home was enough to meet the expectations.. but it seems that though with these commitment i gave all i get was a remark of just 75% effort coming from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime i wonder, what really is 100% then. I don't know. I'm left speechless this evening but to just ask myself haven't i done enough? Perhaps it's time to move on? or maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just not good enough.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one mistake was to assume even though you trusted. Therefore, i've decided to prob stay silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7152356871801914199?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7152356871801914199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7152356871801914199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7152356871801914199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7152356871801914199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-day.html' title='One of those day'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6173006655297667958</id><published>2009-09-05T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:28:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:11am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/light-trails-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/light-trails-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another Friday night/Saturday Morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any other Friday nights, i burn it off with all the editing work that is yet to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today was alittle different, i was able to finish early but was held back by some stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, life have been on a rather down slop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many challenges that i'm seeing is getting nearer and nearer to me each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting around my working area back home, i felt the wind blowing towards me and i figured that it's raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason i was planning to get to my bed and sleep off my night but i was held back to blog and guess what? i've no idea what do i wanna blog either. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring blank on the desktop screen, the only thing that could cross my mind now is God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i fail so many times in submitting towards what he had planned or ask of me. I can't help but to just fall back and think about his grace and mercy upon my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so true that one should live life like there is no tomorrow because who would knows what might happen to them the very next breath that they are taking in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A breath of life and death is as simple and easy as a few mins or sometimes even by sec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we might be standing shouting at the top of our lungs of how healthy we are and the next moment we might be gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But above all, he is in control of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A time for a certain purpose for a certain reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we've got to do is to wait upon him for his promises to fulfill in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in Faith with Actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what i want to strive to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yehweh. Yehweh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7198049-6173006655297667958?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6173006655297667958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6173006655297667958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6173006655297667958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6173006655297667958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/09/211am.html' title='2:11am'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4508134463908793306</id><published>2009-08-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:45:21.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The songs that teared my heart</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with the blog skin.. Lol anyways.. yeah it's been awhile ever since i last blog. Like many and any working adults you kinda lose the energy that you use to have.. Once you are home most of the time you just wanna check some mails and head back to the bed. But today i've decided that i should just update my blog with the thoughts that have been going through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like any other usual day that we pass by, and like any other day i get off my mum's car and head up to the train station. Taking the usual steps, when i reached the platform, i walked towards the last cabin then i took a look at the huge clock. The clock says it's 9am and I thought to myself yup the train will be reaching in a min. Soon the train arrived, like any other usual day i stepped into the train finding the corner seat to myself. I popped my ipod and let it figure what it should be playing till i reached Kallang and off to work. As the day planned ahead, filled with so many things to do, ordering of equipments, getting the logistics done, emailing, checking more emails and suddenly i was hit by the song Healer. Right at my desk, i teared over it. The same anointing fallen right where i was at. I was reminded of so many things. I remember how i didn't like this song before until i hear the lyrics out. I didn't know how to even express how thankful i am. Thankful of the many time my failure doesn't stop him from healing my wounded soul. Then i watched the dvd i borrowed, "This is Our God". Indeed the songs speaks of every character God is about. In Healer, Joel H spoke about his conversation with Mike. G. Yeah everyone knows that all these was like a show put up to boost up our faith in Christ but when i listen to the many different ones sang this song, God's anointing was in that place, God's anointing was with that man who wrote this song. and the same anointing was with everyone who listens it. Joel expresses his speech-lessness to how Mike describes about the worse situation that he could be in.. He said "how long? How long more? yet.. there is again the faith in him that... is.. speechless.." Mike says, that this anointing that was there shouldn't just be where it is.. It should be with whoever that sings this song. Today, i walked home Singing this song aloud in my heart and while walking home i cry out to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dessert Song, like Healer, i didn't like it before until i saw the faith in that song, i saw the hope that's in this song. Like any usual day, after work, i board the train and i waited for a seat. As i sat down, i took out the laptop wanting to do some edits or perhaps catch some video entertainments. I clicked on my edits and realized it's all in my hard disk so i continued to watch the interview in This is Our God. Jill.M sang this song. This song says, "All of my life, In every season You are still God, I have a reason to sing, a reason to worship and I will bring praise, no weapon forged against me shall remain.." and this is the part that goes all out with faith and courage and that's to rejoice and declare that God is my victory and He is Here." I couldn't help it but to be reminded the time i was down in the lowest valley of my life, i wanted to leave everything aside and just move on with life like how i want it to be. But he took me back. I was reminded in the lowest time of my life, when things come against me, everyday was a battle to walk home, fearing that i'll be alone in my room, fearing the problems that i've to face when i'm home, I cry out to God and he gave me faith to trust in him that he is always with me. I was reminded the time when i couldn't bring myself to lift up my hands to just worship him, and he gave me the courage to lift up my hands once again on stage to just sing to him. I can never forget the time when i'm singing to him and he smiles back at me, i can never forget the every season of my life. He was there for me and the sense of joy in me couldn't be held within me anymore that i just go all out rejoicing knowing that he is the very reason why i'm singing why i'm worshipping.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord!!! I Love You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4508134463908793306?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4508134463908793306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4508134463908793306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4508134463908793306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4508134463908793306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-that-teared-my-heart.html' title='The songs that teared my heart'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2741865739236309620</id><published>2009-06-20T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:17:42.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are worth it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumb.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/03/03/b,w,child,hug-14e3b11ea64d869748e3810b6d18d1fa_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://thumb.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/03/03/b,w,child,hug-14e3b11ea64d869748e3810b6d18d1fa_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I've been wanting to blog since about an hour ago but i've fail to do so. Lol so anyhow, Yes! I'm gonna just blog alittle anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today have been a rather easy going day. It starts off with a photo shoot on a corporate video that i've been doing for almost a year. (of cause right now i do have a full time job) but anyhow, how great can a photo shoot start off when i found out half way through the journey i figured that i've forgotten to bring my Compact Flash Card. Deep inside of me i started to slap on my forehead.. thinking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Yvonne! How can you assume???? Didn't you figure that the word that was writed on the screen was -E- meaning empty? Why why why didn't you bother to upload the photos earlier on the card then you might have figured this out?? WHY!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you must have thought what's the big deal.. Point here is.. Never assume! That's almost like the motto of my company. the time when you assume things too much is when problems are coming your way. Oh wells i thought to myself let's try to figure a fastest way to borrow a CF card go buy it go home get it borrow it from friends whatever it is! JUST GET IT! so well when we reached the location, we figured that it's like a ulu place that no cab passes by and i told the uncle i need to get out of this place to get something.. Obviously he wasn't happy for whatever reason, he was making noise when i'm paying HIM to drive me out. I rushed to Harvey Norman. I was expecting the card to be at least 50bucks but guess what? I've figured that Harvey Norman only sells 2GB CF card. and i'm like oh crap! it's gonna be get ex. but! THANK GOD! the guy was like it's 19bucks! I'M LIKE THANK GOD FOR PC SHOWS or whatever shows you have there. I bought it and rushed back to location. It took me about 15mins i guess.. so well that's pretty much how my day started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. after the shoot i had some time before heading for edge so i took some time to hang out at the starbucks at NorthPoint. Nice place and well i started to continue my script (it seems never ending writting for my script lol) and yeah i'm glad i've got it moved on in a way. SO anyhow, i head off for edge. See.. i've been hearing how subjective how we humans can be. That sometimes we only listens to our logical side of mind and totally ignore or forgotten how God can works the so many ways. People asked me oh you mean you are still in the Youth ministry? Not expired yet? i mean seriously guys.. what do you mean by not expired yet? You mean u do get expired in God's kingdom? Or how about this... sorry i don't feel ministed anymore. You know youth ministry... nah the issue that i'm facing is Wayyy too much as compared to those who are still in school. You see, i've figured that first of all God works in the most amazing way as long as you choose to submit to him. SUre there are cases when people moved on to another ministry cos they have a burden to that ministry or maybe God has called them to somewhere else to bless the others. But putting this aside, i've figured that sometimes, in the most simple way.. in the most basic way.. is what ministers to us (whom supposingly more matured in the Lord) most! I can say this out loud because God have been so real in my life and believe it or not although i'm 22 this year, i get ministed most when it comes to the most basic way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during worship, i couldn't help it but to take myself one step backwards and start to realized how amazing God is. John 3:16 says For God so love the world that he have his only son.. It's so simple.. yet so many times we get so familar with this whole verse and it's almost like just brushing off our teeth and we don't realized it. i mean HEY! For God so Love the world. Jeremy emphsize on that listen to the first 4 words.. For God SO LOVE.. and he loves us more then anything else. no matter how fat, slim tall short if we have a weird mole on our body or we have weird eye brown it doesn't matter to him! cos he just loves us the way we are. and guess what? that's all that matters... we may be facing a huge problem in our lives.. but guess what? it doesn't matter cos God loves us.. and if God loves us so much that he is even willing to send his son to died for our sins and our pain.. he will come walk us through.. as i took a step back again and i think to myself, wow.. i'm worth it.. you are worth it. Jesus had died on the cross not just for display.. not for him to have like some kinda credit.. (i mean seriously if it's just for credit i think that's the stupidest reason why he would die for us that way.) but he died so that you and i can stand before God. I don't deserve this i thought to myself i don't. But i know Jesus had redeemed me and he wants me to know that you and i are not some kinda left over food that he found pity on that's why he takes us in.. we are so like his treasure.. and he is saying to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are worth it my child.&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;br /&gt;You are worth it"&lt;/span&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/7198049-2741865739236309620?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2741865739236309620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2741865739236309620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2741865739236309620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2741865739236309620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-worth-it.html' title='You are worth it!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3217150440722249208</id><published>2009-06-13T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:45:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wells.</title><content type='html'>It's 2:36am in the morning, its rainning quite heavily and i'm well as usual sitting in front of the computer. Somehow, this becomes a lifestyle for me every friday night, getting online, editing the video announcements waiting for it to render.. sleeps really late at night and waking up really early in the morning. And for some reason i've just decided to blog since it's been awhile that i've blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i really like the cool air that is enterning my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Well it's been quite a week. A fast yet long one. I think that's how it is when production dates starts. In the first episode we film in the temple, mosque and church. All these buildings are modern religious building,anyhow i won't get into that too much. For the past one month, i think one of my greatest fear hits me right at this point of time. Taking up responsibilities, taking control of things. I've to say this isn't easy. On one side of my mind it has to be about production (all the emailing.. etc etc) while on the other, i've to make sure the announcements are done.. and on the other other hand.. i've got to be sure that net is running. Man i've to say.. it's just Maddness. Multi Tasking.. ain't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... i'm so lost in my thoughts now.. i'm just ..... not responding to anything now lol..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i guess this is it.. i'm gonna head to bed and hopefully i wakes up at 7plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3217150440722249208?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3217150440722249208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3217150440722249208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3217150440722249208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3217150440722249208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-wells.html' title='Oh wells.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7656383762679799168</id><published>2009-05-18T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:29:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things works with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper871/stills/3cced47950c1b-92-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 504px;" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper871/stills/3cced47950c1b-92-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm counting on.. i'm counting on God..&lt;br /&gt;you are counting on.. you are counting on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;oK classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-la people.&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deeeeeeeeeep breath*&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;today had been a rather....&lt;br /&gt;hmm how should i put it. a bad day? yet a good day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;First of all i would like to thank God&lt;br /&gt;for the messages that was preached yest.&lt;br /&gt;both morning and evening.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my day had been started in a rather bad and fearful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering yest evening&lt;br /&gt;sis pam seaward preached about&lt;br /&gt;the things we watched, we keep does brings in the wrong pressence.&lt;br /&gt;well being a media person.&lt;br /&gt;i always have the habit to on the Tv while doing my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time randomly i'll just take a short peek.&lt;br /&gt;so what happen yest was&lt;br /&gt;that my sister was watching the S Factor and i was doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;after which her show the tv was left on.&lt;br /&gt;So there was this zombie show that came next.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;yes! Zombies show are bad.&lt;br /&gt;in that scene they basically inject some stuff into this lady.&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, they bring her to the top level and throw her down the building.&lt;br /&gt;I took a peek and shuts.&lt;br /&gt;i had a night mare that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream that someone who is really close to me was being thrown down the building&lt;br /&gt;and i was in fear.. and i started singing amazing grace..&lt;br /&gt;and she came alive.. and that's where i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might actually seems funny at this point of time but i woke up in fear.&lt;br /&gt;to think that this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;it's not over yet!&lt;br /&gt;the very next moment..&lt;br /&gt;my mum started to tell me some negative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;that's it my day was ruin!&lt;br /&gt;my whole day was just filled with fear.. and tears..&lt;br /&gt;till a point that it feels as if it's eating me up.&lt;br /&gt;I went into the toilet and i started praying..&lt;br /&gt;honestly i went crazy praying about this..&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded about what was preached yest.&lt;br /&gt;Sis Pam said claim what belongs to you. Claim it back&lt;br /&gt;and Bro Danny said Stop listening to yourself. and Start talking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;so i started to pray.. and i said this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Devil no you are not going to rob my days away with fear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but God should be over my life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God didn't bring fear in to my life you did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So pls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut up and get lost before my God comes after you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well i felt much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But coming back on the counting on God part.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really tough period in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i guess over the couple of years things sometimes just doesn't seems to be going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;instead it seems to be getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;to honestly feel the pain of hearing things about someone who is very much&lt;br /&gt;close to me is going through emotionally it... does hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;She is someone quiet.&lt;br /&gt;someone who doesn't speak much&lt;br /&gt;when she has a problem she doesn't tells&lt;br /&gt;i knew that something has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;She is important to me and she had been a great great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learn today and it's something that is very true&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad tings seems,&lt;br /&gt;how can things be so bad that we can't even smile when God is in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God came to bring hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;how can life be so bad?&lt;br /&gt;isn't God about hope.&lt;br /&gt;about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again..&lt;br /&gt;I'm Counting on God again!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&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/7198049-7656383762679799168?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7656383762679799168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7656383762679799168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7656383762679799168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7656383762679799168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-things-works-with-god.html' title='All things works with God'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7775145304848627344</id><published>2009-05-10T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:28:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.emotionalcompetency.com/images/helpless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.emotionalcompetency.com/images/helpless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are Helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today have been a rather normal day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess that's how i may put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a hair cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soon head down toward tpy to finish up the edits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the meant time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think in the so many ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God had reminded me about how sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how helpless we can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just having a thought about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is very true that in life, we are always helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though at times we are confident in what we do and how we plan our lives ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but honestly to me with out God in the picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many times i just felt so helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may read this without a belief in any religion, or maybe you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because with so much things that had happen in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew if i didn't have this God that i serve and the people he send around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly i can't tell u in confidience that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus is honestly the only way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me how to trust in him, when i was in the lowest vally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me how to remember how great he is, when i start to make my problems bigger then him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me how to love people whom i didn't wana love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more importantly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week he reminded me that to worship him is not to bring a complete band to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just simply bring my heart to him that's all he ask. and matter of fact, he deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He deserves our praise, it's not a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the many time i walked up the stage on duty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling stress up about the many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how i might not catch the beat on the bass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flow with the worship leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making boo boos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i thank God, that this week he reminded me about the simplicity of just offering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and submitting to him and trust that he can do great then what i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really, with this if we take God out of the picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we really don't have anyone to count on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when God is in the picture, i knew i can count on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still get very much ministered by the song counting on God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It mean alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is true that i always know that no matter what happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all that matters is God in what i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have to count on him together while doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, i'm counting on you tmr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7775145304848627344?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7775145304848627344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7775145304848627344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7775145304848627344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7775145304848627344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-helpless.html' title='We are helpless'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4797847984998769236</id><published>2009-05-09T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:57:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Purpose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SgR9cdhazjI/AAAAAAAABAk/q498IZIqOOs/s1600-h/life-purpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SgR9cdhazjI/AAAAAAAABAk/q498IZIqOOs/s320/life-purpose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333525786628116018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purpose of Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" You are here for a purpose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because there is no duplication of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a quote i found while taking a bus ride back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i saw that i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually this is something i knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long time ago. but it is quite true that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly there isn't really quite a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's the reason why you are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounded so simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet many times we forgotten about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got busy and we somehow just dump it at the trash bin that we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and maybe sometimes while packing up our stuff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we remember about the purpose of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today had been a rather eventful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forgetting a shoe bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvds, i left it in the train&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank God i found it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to my surprise God allowed this to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first to remind me that i need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;becareful&lt;/span&gt; more on the minor things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while on the other hand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; fang told me that she prayed to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that he will show her  a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why God did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a God i serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" When God promises something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he will make sure it happens at the right time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because he is not insecure of what he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he knew what he is talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and he is confident that he will be able to give that to you when he promises something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, i believe, and i'm counting on him every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that what is given to me each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm glad. :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4797847984998769236?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4797847984998769236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4797847984998769236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4797847984998769236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4797847984998769236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-purpose.html' title='There is a Purpose.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SgR9cdhazjI/AAAAAAAABAk/q498IZIqOOs/s72-c/life-purpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-884952038693812360</id><published>2009-04-19T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:05:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless before God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sesp9qN5ndI/AAAAAAAABAM/HOmRuc1QBuw/s1600-h/2590469716_ceba79bd22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326397123577093586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sesp9qN5ndI/AAAAAAAABAM/HOmRuc1QBuw/s320/2590469716_ceba79bd22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speechless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess this is the only word i can use to express what i felt through the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the real side of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is so loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people comes and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some would sit down and have alittle chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some prob work with me and well we joke about almost anything under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well and maybe some who would just sit beside me thinking what's going on in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a matter of fact i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i go deeper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realized..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm speechless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the speechless silence in my heart was kept within right after what i saw and heard on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; night of Good News Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A different atmosphere sets in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhat a new spirit has filled my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's as if the air that i'm breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the noise i'm listening everyday on the street is just different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sense of hope, joy and laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has filled many hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember on the 2nd night feeling quite shity about so many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i was expecting of myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while i was getting "emo" about things a cheer came on the right side of my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was standing at a platform,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i looked up and started to search what's going on there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in the mist i saw a man stood up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he stood in the mist of the hearing impact people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone there was cheering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i soon realized this man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got healed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could not hear yet that night by faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was healed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lame couldn't walked yet that night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by faith they walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who had cancer, those who can't breath, those who had back problems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i left the stadium till today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still speechless about how Great this God i'm serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, God didn't just showed me how great he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today he showed my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around me were sound laughters noise weird singing complains..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are sounds that surrounds me everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet in the mist of those,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't realized my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's to cry out to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew God desire me to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be carefree before him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've always thought that i'm fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting on God. sure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sure can do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he reveal to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i had not trusted him enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough to throw up all my burdens to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been covering up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking that i had done what's needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet today God choose to tell me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my child. come to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let papa take all the burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just need to be who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as free as a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't let this burden stops you from enjoying your childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm big enough to handle your problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't help but to cry before him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where.. where on earth can i find a love like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my papa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm silently speechless before him today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm still speechless of this great father i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403331002954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sesvm-rjcvI/AAAAAAAABAU/PoTfUjwiXB4/s320/tears-of-joy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-884952038693812360?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/884952038693812360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=884952038693812360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/884952038693812360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/884952038693812360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless-before-god.html' title='Speechless before God'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sesp9qN5ndI/AAAAAAAABAM/HOmRuc1QBuw/s72-c/2590469716_ceba79bd22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6749458331930956642</id><published>2009-03-28T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:48:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sc421YBpREI/AAAAAAAAA-8/co2HFQ6JRmU/s1600-h/60earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248500581450818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sc421YBpREI/AAAAAAAAA-8/co2HFQ6JRmU/s320/60earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60 Earth Hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this poster a couple of days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for a bus with Wei Ping and Mei Fang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only then that i understood the poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look how blinded can we be when we dont observe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things that is around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well for people who are not even aware what is 60 earth hour about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a part that every household should play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in off-ing all their home lights etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today at the edge then i was reminded about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So well i was talking to Sammuel while we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still in the bus towards boon lay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we just observe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see who are the inconsiderate ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's just interesting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to just looked around and you of cos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;find some who are really obident..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost the whole block is dark..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while you have some really singaporean type..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you find people inviting their friend over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to play video games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at that hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all have a part to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want everyone to die faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That includes you by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(just incase u think that everyone else will die only you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls go find a planet on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here you are complaining about how warm the weather is getting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad for this and that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are still doing things that harms the enviroment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harm others.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sighs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what can i say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-6749458331930956642?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6749458331930956642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6749458331930956642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6749458331930956642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6749458331930956642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/60-earth-hour.html' title='60 Earth Hour'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sc421YBpREI/AAAAAAAAA-8/co2HFQ6JRmU/s72-c/60earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1405724645534906407</id><published>2009-03-27T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:10:35.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's fault?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Scuuaf5MqyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oHs2E92FC3I/s1600-h/Capturing_the_friedmans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317535555302239010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Scuuaf5MqyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oHs2E92FC3I/s320/Capturing_the_friedmans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is like one of the movie screening day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we have at least once a week in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the purpose of each session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to open up our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and allow us to think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to explain why is each works are good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well, Today is Choon's (my direct boss) to show us a film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically the films he choose are always those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will screw up your mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;letting u see the other side of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyhow, we watched &lt;em&gt;Capturing the Friedmans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the 80's, in the upper-middleclass district of Great Neck, the awarded Professor Arnold Friedman is arrested for possession of some magazines of child pornography. A further investigation of the police discloses that apparently Arnold and his eighteen years old son Jesse molested his young students during their private computer class. Their Jewish family tears apart with the situation and the sentences of Arnold and Jesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mei fang and Wei Ping was discussing about this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually didn't think much into the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean visually and creativily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I certainly think that it's a very engaging film..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite enjoyable to watch.. cos it just keeps you searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;searching for the truth of this case...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost like seriously guys.. who is speaking of the truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as i took a step back and think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deeper into the facts that was shown in this film..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've to say it's horrifying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horrifying in a good way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is horrifying to know what we as human beings have turned into..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good in the sense that these issue are no longer hidden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people are getting aware about such a problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who to blame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the film itselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they interviewed many people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people from the laws.. the judge.. police.. etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we ask..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who to blame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is innocent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are the victims?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reflected and i could only say everyone is a victim in this case..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes Arnold Friedman was the one who cause this problem to arise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but till a certain extent i think he is also part of the victim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos of his broken background..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;failing to have an image of a proper family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being the eldest in the family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and worse thing of all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being a victim in his upbring of getting the wrong idea of what sex is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sex is created by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's something that needs to be treasure carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is a blessing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in his life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all he saw was a mum who just sleeps around with different man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos. people are taking things so lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dont get serious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so impatient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's where broken family comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of us don't realize that Sex and marriage comes together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what is most important of all in this 2 things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is commitment and trust...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we don't realize this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how long more do you wanna get yourself hurt cos of your unseriousness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not dealing with just our own stinking heart and life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is also about someone elses' life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long more do you want scar your heart again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we know very well when a scar is on your body..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can not be taken away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the other day.. i saw this tag line on the newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You Can be a couselor to yourself"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i saw that i'm like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously what the heck is going on in humans' mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact is we all have a dark side to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many times.. the enermies in our lives.. are not people whom we hate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the worse and strongest enermies in our lives is the one that is living inside of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much u wanna take it away from you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truth is.. it wont happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos we are all humans..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all fail..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are inperfect people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we make mistakes and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you observe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people who choose to cousel themselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just don't communicate anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and chances of them falling into depression &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are so high and chances are also.. bitterness turns in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends and human are design around you to learnt from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to help each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and trust me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything in life works with a give and take situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today i'm in trouble you listen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while tmr u are troubled i listen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just how it should be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all i can say is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth will set you free..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so Stop lying to yourself that u can handle it all by yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-1405724645534906407?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/1405724645534906407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=1405724645534906407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1405724645534906407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1405724645534906407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-fault.html' title='Who&apos;s fault?'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Scuuaf5MqyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oHs2E92FC3I/s72-c/Capturing_the_friedmans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7906787634357402979</id><published>2009-03-25T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:00:48.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want You~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SckRIAvupTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zYUy_86mj3M/s1600-h/Father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316799664424396082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SckRIAvupTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zYUy_86mj3M/s320/Father.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Just Want You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planetshakers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than a nice melody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than the sweetest of word's,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is love i have found,and with this love i am found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jesus, i just want you my lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jeses, i just want you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never could i comprehend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love you so freely give,Never could i be with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you love covers all of my sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jeses,I just want you my lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jesus i just want you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no greater love than your's,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing else could ever compair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if i search all the world i will never find a love like your's god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no greater love than your's,Nothing else could ever compair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if i search all the world i will never find a love like your's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jesus,I just want you my lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you jesus,I just want you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This song had touched my heart since the very first time I heard it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Great almighty God I serve, who is madly in love with me and you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No greater love can i get then his.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with this love that he shown us.. is how we are found...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That really touches my heart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope it blesses your heart while listening to it too.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-vonnie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7906787634357402979?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7906787634357402979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7906787634357402979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7906787634357402979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7906787634357402979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-want-you.html' title='I Just Want You~'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SckRIAvupTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zYUy_86mj3M/s72-c/Father.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1075218567639826943</id><published>2009-03-24T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:24:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>SHa~&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rather reflective day...&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about that tmr..&lt;br /&gt;But yes...&lt;br /&gt;here's the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;as promised people..&lt;br /&gt;i'm like super sleepy now..&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SHALL STILL UPLOAD IT..&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old School Mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417587931316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1oO5JAZI/AAAAAAAAA98/zxxk1RlCjSw/s320/photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner with Elvin, Esther Foong Tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Rui Xiong @ JP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417588382065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1oQkm4xI/AAAAAAAAA-E/SN2nEEQJmIw/s320/photos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunched with Youth Mates @ Ichiban, JP~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Craziest bunch of friends you can ever have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417609255866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1peVT0mI/AAAAAAAAA-M/w3C8zAUBPuw/s320/photos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner with Adults @ New York, New York. CCK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417679876025954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1tlad7mI/AAAAAAAAA-U/j48t9z-FA5A/s320/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5 Tickets to the Singapore International Film Fest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paid by Boss.. Woohuu~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1uL-5ktI/AAAAAAAAA-c/96geY6D5ZjU/s1600-h/photos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417690229379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1uL-5ktI/AAAAAAAAA-c/96geY6D5ZjU/s320/photos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alrighty people...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope this is fine.. Will continue to blog tmr.. Night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-1075218567639826943?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/1075218567639826943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=1075218567639826943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1075218567639826943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1075218567639826943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sce1oO5JAZI/AAAAAAAAA98/zxxk1RlCjSw/s72-c/photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-227341128810993035</id><published>2009-03-22T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:54:18.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Saviour~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/ScZOinvFbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6Yp5vS5Uqh4/s1600-h/Planet+shakers+Beautiful+Savior+Acoustic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316022766846438946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/ScZOinvFbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6Yp5vS5Uqh4/s320/Planet+shakers+Beautiful+Savior+Acoustic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten my first album of christian cds since.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last cd i've gotten was.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't even remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it's around the..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflection period from planetshakers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes and finally today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lay my hands on these new cd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;titled "Beautiful Saviour Acoustic Series" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've just gone through the songs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a great album...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhat a different style..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i like it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok just in case you guys bug me again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i know i've to upload all the photos from my bday so called "7days celebrations" Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well my mini traveling acer lappy doesn't has a blue tooth device...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore, i've got to wait till tmr when i'm in the office then i can transfer it all to my thumbdrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breaths in..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's monday again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another week awaits for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i'm trying to figured what there is installed for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more photos coming tmr k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise.. &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/7198049-227341128810993035?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/227341128810993035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=227341128810993035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/227341128810993035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/227341128810993035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-saviour.html' title='Beautiful Saviour~'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/ScZOinvFbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6Yp5vS5Uqh4/s72-c/Planet+shakers+Beautiful+Savior+Acoustic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7544168187202700095</id><published>2009-03-15T22:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:56:17.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22rd Birthday and I'm glad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sb0jVxgN86I/AAAAAAAAA9o/MAVOvNrzFhg/s1600-h/photobooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441992339747746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sb0jVxgN86I/AAAAAAAAA9o/MAVOvNrzFhg/s320/photobooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i spoke to my mum.. i said..&lt;br /&gt;"Mum.. 22 years ago.. can you imagine......."&lt;br /&gt;and my mum went like..&lt;br /&gt;"You won't out yet lar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful..&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the many things that God has place in my life..&lt;br /&gt;My family.. and friends....&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that God gave me a life..&lt;br /&gt;A job...&lt;br /&gt;A family to stay with..&lt;br /&gt;A spiritual family to grow with.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of crazy friends who are always there for me when i need them most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually already typed out a bunch of stuff already but for some reason i suddenly got so awake to say something else..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 22rd birthday..&lt;br /&gt;After years of planning and having massive birthday party..&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now i just hits the age where i just couldn't be bothered to have massive birthday parties.. or rather like what Pam said.. The Grand Gathering..&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, as the days draws by i've decided to just make things sweet and short..&lt;br /&gt;Gathering with different groups to just have lunch or dinner..&lt;br /&gt;and well..&lt;br /&gt;again i've to say i'm so glad.. so glad that with my bunch of crazy friends..&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bunch of friends who are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.willing to get out of the church bus at bukit batok just so that me and rui xiong won't suspect of them giving us a surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.crazy enough to buy me a huge balloon, tie it on my bag and making me take a bus with that balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.willing to miss the lunch that church provides for this month just to have lunch with me at JP. (though today's lunch looks really good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fact that in every single important moments in your life, they are there to celebrate with you.. to lend u a shoulder when u needed one... to pray for you when u are needing... to sing with you when u are so ready and excited to praise God... to encourage you when you are at your lowest point of your life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This taught me the purpose of God's design of having mankind to surround you. Cos God is improtant but God had design friends not for them to just be some display item around you but they are design to laugh and cry and most important to learn at times from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through these few days, i've grew to understand that in my life... I'm Glad that i'm never alone beside having God with me.. I have a bunch of friends to reach out to.. a bunch of friends to Grow with.. and A huge bunch of friends to be crazy for the craziest things that we could ever think of.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guys, thanks for everything.. I've had a great time with you all indivisually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Group:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sec school friends-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for your beautiful Cake that you've design.. Though it was a really short dinner, but i did enjoy every single mins that we've spend together in school.. I'm glad to have you guys to be part of my life.. We've walk through rain and sunny days.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 Group:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elvin and Esther Foong-tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey thanks for the dinner.. and the surprise..............something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm GLAD!! to have you both as my leaders.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And always being there with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to Scream together with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;laugh together with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Pray together with me when things seems so wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been blessed by you both..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*The group whom had appear out of no where and appear with surprises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*HUGS to you all..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've never felt surprise ever.. (maybe i'm seriously sleepy that's why.. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm moved and touched by everything that you guys had gave up on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(esp jon for giving up his soccer match just to come to jp... and dot.. who have essays to rush yet you appear allll the way just to say happy birthday to me and of cos to rui xiong... to sarah and charis and everyone else.... all i can say is.. i'm so happy....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Group 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Youth Group-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guys..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*breaths in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOU GUYS ROCKSSS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know you guys are the bunch of people whom i've never failed to be entertained by you all..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From my grad day... making me sit on the huge elephant car.. driving it around the mall like a kid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even the kids there were looking at me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Glad that i could celebrate every single important moments in my life with you guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*hugsssssss...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that's for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've another 2 more groups... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in Alll..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just so happy that this year's bday had been a really short and simple ones... yet meaningful.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love you all guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-vonnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7544168187202700095?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7544168187202700095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7544168187202700095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7544168187202700095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7544168187202700095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/22rd-birthday-and-im-glad.html' title='22rd Birthday and I&apos;m glad.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/Sb0jVxgN86I/AAAAAAAAA9o/MAVOvNrzFhg/s72-c/photobooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-779792493691572014</id><published>2009-03-07T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:10:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING TO A NEW HOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yawns~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm yawning because today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Today had been suchhh a Long yet exciting day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because My church mates and I had just Moved into our NEW HOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JURONG WEST CAMPUS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm no..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JURONG WEST'S VICTORY FAMILY CENTER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been there since afternoon about 1plus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;till only about an hour ago which is 11pm then i got home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been really great being part of the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know like how exciting it is like when we get our new home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe our brand new room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started to pay attention to every space we had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how to make full use of every single thing that's there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my case there are much much more things that i rejoice about then just moving into a new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having the fact that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new building is just about 3bus stops away from my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries of having to pay 7bucks to cab to church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what's best is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEH POH SHOPPING CENTRE HAS UPGRADED THEMSELVES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are soooo many happening stalls there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they used to not have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyhow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;point is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been blessed with a home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today.. seeing how many people had turn up to be part of the whole thing just makes me feel really excited about almost everything about this building...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter if there are some who cleans the chair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;set up the music instruments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cleaning up the floor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toilets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buying food and drinks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fixing the sound and video cables..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really like a family doing their part in what they can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's tough.. it's challanging.. it's tiring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey you know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that i'm home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously i'm just so excited about tmr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realized the suprise that my sister have been holding me back from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a used TV have been passed on to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was rather excited about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310478624779559586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbKcLFFKYqI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qBZSPSWnvyU/s320/snapshot-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;The tv is disfigured...&lt;br /&gt;black and white.. &lt;br /&gt;with dots all over..&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;having one is better then not having one..&lt;br /&gt;at least sound is alright..&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's all i need and that's all i have...&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/7198049-779792493691572014?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/779792493691572014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=779792493691572014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/779792493691572014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/779792493691572014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-to-new-home.html' title='MOVING TO A NEW HOME!!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbKcLFFKYqI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qBZSPSWnvyU/s72-c/snapshot-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5400985859512630374</id><published>2009-03-06T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:46:27.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before my Off day</title><content type='html'>Well well...&lt;br /&gt;Today have been a rather interesting day..&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is the off day!!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo huu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today spended my day in office nothing much to do..&lt;br /&gt;So well i went to worked on my script..&lt;br /&gt;ok mainly to say i was slackying.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well,&lt;br /&gt;after work Wei ping needs to go pick up some the booklet for the up coming Singapore International Film fest..&lt;br /&gt;So Mei fang and i Accompany Wei ping to find out where to get it..&lt;br /&gt;Since she is from malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow we end up taking lots of pictures at the Esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309744781206269186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAvwvIrQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-hU49yEKqpE/s320/P050309_20.34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309744788096989922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAwKaAuuI/AAAAAAAAA74/EeO_dFfpeow/s320/P050309_20.30%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309744795456399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAwl0oacI/AAAAAAAAA8A/y_qwICzdDv4/s320/P050309_20.35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which we've decided to have Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Ice cream after a long day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309744794149304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAwg8_uEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/0oAZmt6Ohts/s320/P050309_21.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strawberry Cheesecake and Chunky Monkey Ice cream with Waffle Bowl. hehheh. :p&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309744798265250866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAwwSUFDI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ybZi97oXTro/s320/P050309_21.25%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's pretty much how my day is like.. and TMR MORE TO COME!! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5400985859512630374?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5400985859512630374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5400985859512630374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5400985859512630374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5400985859512630374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-before-my-off-day.html' title='The day before my Off day'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SbAAvwvIrQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-hU49yEKqpE/s72-c/P050309_20.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4366664730294756370</id><published>2009-02-25T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:56:58.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my past few days.</title><content type='html'>I've sort of decided that i shall use pictures to tell you what happen the past few days... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. Here's the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every monday,wed and friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my company have this project &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of doing a time laps video on the growth of a building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyhow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we normally start work at 8am if we have to download the pictures from the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and obviously we go home 2 hours earlier then the usual office hour which is 5:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on monday i went down to somerset to download the photos and well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the start of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've already started imagining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how it's going to be like when i reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the SKY IS STILL BRIGHT!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways i was on the phone with my friend and i stopped the phone call just to take this photo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757580767143490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj5z68pkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AAANNfbssTU/s320/P230209_18.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok.  The coming photo is a "cake" My workmate and i had prepare for Mei fang (also one of my workmate the inhouse editor) Well she didn't like cake and she have been eyeing on this shop's egg tart for a very long time.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i got a candle and bought her this "cake' and while she is editing.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we jumpped into the room off the lights and sang her a birthday song. Lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a really long belated one but well have better then nothing right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757588071533858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj6PIczSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/jWzsjpHbpNU/s320/P240209_14.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup this is mei fang and she is very happy with her cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(cos she havent had her lunch. LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757595144646562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj6pez76I/AAAAAAAAA50/atJGAKIxq3Q/s320/P240209_14.04%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj7JbGezI/AAAAAAAAA58/Qpm8zoUpu4s/s1600-h/P240209_14.04[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757603719019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj7JbGezI/AAAAAAAAA58/Qpm8zoUpu4s/s320/P240209_14.04%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the huge celebration.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sigh i was asked to travel to the far away shopping mall Sim lim square &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to buy 4 hard disk of 2tb. and erm this shot was quite an emo shot..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i added colours.. so it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757607944995074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj7ZKpwQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-gmuYRpEFp4/s320/P240209_14.57%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Phew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's my day of tues..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alrighty.. sleepy... ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4366664730294756370?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4366664730294756370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4366664730294756370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4366664730294756370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4366664730294756370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-of-my-past-few-days.html' title='Pictures of my past few days.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SaVj5z68pkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AAANNfbssTU/s72-c/P230209_18.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5279097707499201936</id><published>2009-02-21T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:04:14.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Phone's camera</title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;my new phone is prob about a week plus or so old..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new phone is called viewty..&lt;br /&gt;it's from LG and it's very sensitive..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because it's a touch screen phone..&lt;br /&gt;u will hurt it if u touch it too hard...&lt;br /&gt;errr...&lt;br /&gt;ok lol!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of it's feature of this phone is the camera..&lt;br /&gt;i was doubting about this phone for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;cos i guess it's a change of feel..&lt;br /&gt;i mean we are so use to feeling the buttons all around&lt;br /&gt;and this is like totally flat..&lt;br /&gt;so well... yup..&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;here are some videos that i've found on youtube..&lt;br /&gt;and ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;a test video that i've film during today's BBQ service..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these videos are taken on 120frames per sec that's why it create this effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzAXxf5FhIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzAXxf5FhIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what people with this phone loves to do with their mouth.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7Ru9caf-vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7Ru9caf-vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the video i've taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8jBvBz3IAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8jBvBz3IAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more videos on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5279097707499201936?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5279097707499201936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5279097707499201936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5279097707499201936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5279097707499201936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-phones-camera.html' title='My new Phone&apos;s camera'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-9200621918556376968</id><published>2009-02-19T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:16:29.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.. what's the problem with you eh? lol</title><content type='html'>takes in a deeeeeeeeep breath.&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;people who are still in school...&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;pls do make full use of the time you have..&lt;br /&gt;and appriciate everything you have now..&lt;br /&gt;things like.. TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways..&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i said this was cos..&lt;br /&gt;i'm now blogging with my eyes..... in a straight line..&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow~&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;blog...&lt;br /&gt;well today was pretty much a fine day..&lt;br /&gt;after 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;today was the very first day that i got so busy&lt;br /&gt;that time passes so fast...&lt;br /&gt;as i've shared during care group..&lt;br /&gt;you know.. i'm doing the toughest job in the office..&lt;br /&gt;and that's to do nothing..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;for the whole week..&lt;br /&gt;i've been asking around what is there for me to do..&lt;br /&gt;wht is there for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;and i always end up not having anything to do again.. lol&lt;br /&gt;and well..&lt;br /&gt;today we had a weekly movie screening session..&lt;br /&gt;it was a rather ....&lt;br /&gt;speechless lol...&lt;br /&gt;i mean well..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wonder why people wanna be bad..&lt;br /&gt;ok  let me explain..&lt;br /&gt;it's like amoung the main stream stuff..&lt;br /&gt;you just wanna be loud cos u wanna be outstanding..&lt;br /&gt;there are always a bunch of people who just love to get that attention..&lt;br /&gt;people who just love to... be against what's right in God's eyes..&lt;br /&gt;i mean when it's wrong.. it's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how shallow things are.. it's still wrong lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like a lie is a lie..&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing as a right lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going abit off...&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging side ways liao..&lt;br /&gt;got to get going..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog more in the week end.. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-9200621918556376968?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/9200621918556376968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=9200621918556376968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9200621918556376968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9200621918556376968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-whats-problem-with-you-eh-lol.html' title='Hello.. what&apos;s the problem with you eh? lol'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3493868563632792293</id><published>2009-02-17T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:42:34.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day to Rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh boy...&lt;br /&gt;You know..&lt;br /&gt;today have been a rather interesting day..&lt;br /&gt;It didn't start off with a some sort a refreshing day..&lt;br /&gt;having the fact that i wanted to wake up alittle earlier to make a point to jog..&lt;br /&gt;i end up having a bad headache..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to late nights extra erm.. what you call..&lt;br /&gt;extra things to entertain to..&lt;br /&gt;and well i went back to sleep for another 15mins or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon by 8:30am i started setting off to work..&lt;br /&gt;man.. through the journey..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i was very upset..&lt;br /&gt;with so many things..&lt;br /&gt;my mind was just filled with so so so so so many things..&lt;br /&gt;and worse of all they are all Neg stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought to myself..&lt;br /&gt;"crap.. God what a way to start my day.. and i've not even started my day actually.."&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;i got to work..&lt;br /&gt;and i started to have this serious mood..&lt;br /&gt;no jokes.. nothing..&lt;br /&gt;everything has to be quiet..&lt;br /&gt;*i guess maybe i might be trying to figure what is instored for me through today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point,&lt;br /&gt;i should think that i need to Thank God for again the smallest thing i whisper in my heart to him.&lt;br /&gt;i remember laying out all the credit list for every eps that is going to screen in this season...&lt;br /&gt;and i ALSO remember my boss telling me to shift all Assistant Producers' role to Production assistant..&lt;br /&gt;which is really... not what i wanted..&lt;br /&gt;though i think it's improtant to do all the SAI KANG before anything&lt;br /&gt;but man i was telling God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God!! why ah? i thought i will be credit as a Assistant producer? isn't that what u promise?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at this point u must be thinking... what's the deal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've to say.. IT'S A HUGE BIG BIG DEAL OK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos this programme after all is funded by Channel Newsasia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and for me to climb that far it mean alot of things will happen in tiime to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyhow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today as my boss asked me to double comfirm the credit list for hiim to see on the both eps that i've worked on which is the cambodia and bali trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God is so Good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that he promoted me via my boss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for me to be credit as Assistant Producer for both eps i worked on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at that point i was seriously thanking God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And well i'm glad i went for Caregroup too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos trust me.. we could forget everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;forget about the things we've got to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;forget about the things that was in our minds ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but God doesn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he remembers every single thing about us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pam question us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do we do when temp hits us?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that was what i'm going through this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;neg thoughts comes my way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what do i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's easy for me to choose to live in the neg thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;easy for me to just entertain those thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but we've got to choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;choose to stay away from it and flee from it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so all in all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm very glad that God remembered everything single thing about me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and he will pull me through as i continue to trust in him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you trust him or yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303792017149257090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SZravSi75YI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lhycHlNj-L4/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7198049-3493868563632792293?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3493868563632792293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3493868563632792293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3493868563632792293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3493868563632792293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-day-to-rejoice.html' title='Today is the day to Rejoice'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SZravSi75YI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lhycHlNj-L4/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8349107750350986424</id><published>2009-02-16T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:25:41.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is not going to be the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*takes in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realllllyy&lt;/span&gt; deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-year-old becomes a father &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACCORDING to a report in The Sun newspaper, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a 13-year-old boy has become a father in the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;When his 15-year-old girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chantelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steadman&lt;/span&gt; gave birth to their daughter Maisie Roxanne, Alfie Patten was by her side.&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and care for it.'&lt;br /&gt;Alfie lives with his mother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;admited&lt;/span&gt; to the newspaper that he didn't know the cost of a packet of nappies. 'I think it's a lot,' he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Straits Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking about love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously how much do we know about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently @ the edge we had been going through a series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; talking about Relationships aka what u call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some younger kids might have reacted like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;girlsss&lt;/span&gt;.. GROSS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boys... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EWWWW&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cost of confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See i guess in the world we are living now today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love had become so confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love was created to be simple.. pure.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we human made it weird.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unpure&lt;/span&gt;.. and more importantly confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a thought about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the very reason why we were even created or let's just say born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's cos of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you looking from a God point of View,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God loves us that's why he created the heaven and the earth for us to live in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for us to learnt.. and explore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you are not a christian then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; fine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same, the reason why u and i was born &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the fact that our parents at some point of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fell in love with each other and we were created in our mothers' womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and love was SUPPOSE to be that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we've made love so complicated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that even this 13 year boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't even understand a single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many times we end up getting ourselves hurt just like what Jeremy preached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a cost to confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes it's just so irritating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that when we jump from one guy/girl to another just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we couldn't figure out what we want in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the end of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we realize..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the heart are filled with holes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is hard to fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are living in a confusing world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where love no longer mean anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we could date someone for a few days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and decided to break off cos ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he or she is just not the right person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for some,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had become an addiction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we couldn't live without someone for us to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can't live when i've no one to call dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all these are just.. not right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos you've not found what you want..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's so true when jeremy says that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how many bfs or gfs you jump to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u won't feel complete.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos the problem doesn't lies with those around you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;problem always lies with ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking at this boy here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a results of confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a cost to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you ready to pay for the cost of your confusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416312332628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SZmFCZCZMEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/F6q-y0UXVac/s320/confusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8349107750350986424?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8349107750350986424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8349107750350986424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8349107750350986424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8349107750350986424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-is-not-going-to-be-same.html' title='The world is not going to be the same'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SZmFCZCZMEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/F6q-y0UXVac/s72-c/confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3452397123455199237</id><published>2009-02-08T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:02:47.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new new.</title><content type='html'>hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. i've no idea why i changed..&lt;br /&gt;my blog skin..&lt;br /&gt;just got sick of the old skin..&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;yeah i kinda anyhow match it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;it's been really awhile since i seriously..&lt;br /&gt;blog about things..&lt;br /&gt;well not like today i would..&lt;br /&gt;but then..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the 3rd time when i was on the bass..&lt;br /&gt;sort of excited at the beginning i guess..&lt;br /&gt;and i mean..&lt;br /&gt;i really love playing the bass.&lt;br /&gt;it might seems like the boringest instruments of all..&lt;br /&gt;but once u master the basic..&lt;br /&gt;woooff..&lt;br /&gt;there you go..&lt;br /&gt;sliding here and there..&lt;br /&gt;and soon u realize u will start walking the bass..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;lol....&lt;br /&gt;no idea where is this heading to..&lt;br /&gt;but well..&lt;br /&gt;all in all..&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for everything..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3452397123455199237?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3452397123455199237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3452397123455199237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3452397123455199237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3452397123455199237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-new.html' title='new new.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8340922491014069415</id><published>2009-01-26T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:00:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a way to spend my very first day of chinese new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sister..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I spend our whole day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little nyiang er..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TV drama shows are just evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just rob your time like no body business..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyo.. i really dont know what to say eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok speechless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8340922491014069415?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8340922491014069415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8340922491014069415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8340922491014069415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8340922491014069415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese new year'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-230395646506598757</id><published>2009-01-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:16:18.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Business that my Father in heaven is Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phew~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up in the morning with a heavy mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thanks to hk drama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept quite late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was on duty this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've to wake up at like 8am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order for me to get to cck in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if i cab.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today for some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was reminded about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the business that my father in heaven is running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all the down turns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recession..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people losing jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people having a bad time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure most of us are being affected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today Pastor Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;preached about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the vision for 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the year 2008 it's been such a great year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing souls coming to know Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;above all seeing each and everyone playing a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that really encourages everyone each other alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though in the world business..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's expected to be a tough and down time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey people you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a hope here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's to just allow God made the decisions for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean you may think it's stupid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's lame to let some spirit to choose things for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This God that i serves had create everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the house we live in.. the dress we are wearing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ipod we are listening to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mountains that is so beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the sky that is also beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get you a job is like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;small peanuts job to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God had been so faithful to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if he can do that for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure he can do it for you as long as you trust in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;point here is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like what Pastor Danny said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this coming year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we need to learn how to talk to ourselves more then listening to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we as NORMAL human beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we always think of the negative side of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God didn't come to bring us fear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didn't come to bring us worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he comes to carry our burdens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he comes to guide us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more importantly to give us hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why worry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't keep dwelling in the things that is so neg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we need to set our targets of the things we wanna achieve in this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and start working towards it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to start claiming success in our work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;claiming success in our studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is going to be a tough year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But trust me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's going  to be a powerful year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a Great one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-230395646506598757?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/230395646506598757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=230395646506598757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/230395646506598757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/230395646506598757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/01/business-that-my-father-in-heaven-is.html' title='The Business that my Father in heaven is Running'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2704994018033095981</id><published>2009-01-11T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:09:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocky? Jorckey? Chocky? whatever.. God is good ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey yo,&lt;br /&gt;(*thinks*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hAha.. hows everyone doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been awhile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i blog&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today have been a rather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool and easy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past few nights i've been getting home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos of all the tape dumping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transfering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY OFF!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOHOO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spend time with my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just walking through one section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705371052149490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPAkgKCvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CF7KQvjJcjY/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The orginal one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705376006376546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPA29VjGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8-12hNShSk0/s320/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bigger Pocky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the one you MUST see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705380182522018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPBGhAeKI/AAAAAAAAA04/hJLW6NY1DLc/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOCKEY!! hahahaa..no idea where is it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705384595409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPBW9HyhI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nnZHl_rE2r8/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pocky made in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPAsc-6eI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QTq_eHcds9Q/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705373186320866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPAsc-6eI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QTq_eHcds9Q/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and of cos the more HIGH class Pockys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT6bWqFuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/sPjQA6qFVlM/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710763075311330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT6bWqFuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/sPjQA6qFVlM/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT6UALJUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/NM7a9B8VxOU/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710761101960514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT6UALJUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/NM7a9B8VxOU/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT7fNdnJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RMAWYLvB3t0/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710781290355858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT7fNdnJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RMAWYLvB3t0/s320/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT63USdjI/AAAAAAAAA1g/fpRtAtkhL-M/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710770581567026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT63USdjI/AAAAAAAAA1g/fpRtAtkhL-M/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT63v6yeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JU9aI-IVjrs/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710770697456098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjT63v6yeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JU9aI-IVjrs/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos above that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wha'ts really cool about today was that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE HIT 300 YOUTH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ THE EDGE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a very long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never felt so happy.. really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about what God had done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MORE TO COME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE BEST IS YET TO COME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK time to sleep.. ciao&lt;br /&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/7198049-2704994018033095981?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2704994018033095981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2704994018033095981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2704994018033095981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2704994018033095981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/01/pocky-jorckey-chocky-whatever-god-is.html' title='Pocky? Jorckey? Chocky? whatever.. God is good ;)'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SWjPAkgKCvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CF7KQvjJcjY/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8768721335510458273</id><published>2009-01-01T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:37:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERYONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*breaths in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haaaa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you feel the new "fresh" or Fresh air of 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wEll..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spend my last night of 2008 at Sembawang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the Watchnite service..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND ALSO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moving on to my very first min of 2009 Also in Sembawang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the watchnite service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.. no link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eRM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah anyhow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes we were overnighting at Yishun building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of cos we had our makan movie night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well for me was more like makan video announcements night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it's tough work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i love this ministry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Video Announcements Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weekly videos. impact lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah today as we were on our way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i saw lots of sleepy head in the train..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was like zzzzzzz.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and obviously we also zzzz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally forgotten about the night makan thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to new ton in the middle of like 2am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my table..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which consist of people like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Dawn. M, Veronica, Joy, Colleen, Grace, Miss Excuse Me aka Bernise, charis and me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thinks.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah i think that's all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ordered like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Satay, Or zian, carrot cake, Roti john, hum? and chicken wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was alittle hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos depressingly the food that was provided during watchnite service..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasn't enough for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the toilet and went down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more food left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i went to order this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XO ba chor mee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking it's special...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt cheated at the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was nothing special besides the soup which tasted weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was 4bucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's totally NOT worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took a bus back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while walking back home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the surrounding seems so quiet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the quietness and calmness hits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt as if i was the only one in the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw a few auntie here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it isn't very much like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everymorning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where u see people playing music while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing tai chi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was rather quiet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooo.. something different for a start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah that's pretty much my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will share more thoughts as i move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009! A new year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trusting on God for things to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show me whatever u have ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Counting On You God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*twist towards the sky*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8768721335510458273?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8768721335510458273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8768721335510458273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8768721335510458273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8768721335510458273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4121379060036577103</id><published>2008-12-22T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:34:39.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woohuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i'll be flying back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in about 6hours time will be flying back to Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i've to say this trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has been a very good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cause with God's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God's fav and Guidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've opened up my eyes alittle more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to observe not just about cambodia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just about work.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But rather about the God i serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's has never been this good serving you through my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Love has capture me so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i dont wanna give up on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Breaths in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is so much i've to share about how God has pulled me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through this whole period here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hehehe shall share it only when i'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During Net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Above all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ROCKS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*TWIST towards the sky*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4121379060036577103?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4121379060036577103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4121379060036577103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4121379060036577103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4121379060036577103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-541654878002112157</id><published>2008-12-07T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:25:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is You Lord, It's you Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I need is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left my fear by the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Hear You speak&lt;br /&gt;Won't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall to my knees as I lift my hands to pray&lt;br /&gt;Got every reason to be here again&lt;br /&gt;Father's love that draws me in&lt;br /&gt;And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is You Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more day and it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit calls my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to the voice of my Saviour once again&lt;br /&gt;Where would my soul be without Your Son&lt;br /&gt;Gave His life to save the earth&lt;br /&gt;Rest in the thought that You're watching over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is You Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold everyone on earth&lt;br /&gt;You hold the universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold&lt;br /&gt;You hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today finally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i got to mess and hang around the church &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the WHOLE day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning was there to edit and also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to meet charis to teach her some final cut editing stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(can't wait to explode whatever i know to her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after which went down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cck to attend the session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dawn dawn and me von von took a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Yishun for the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never felt this good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYHOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's blogging session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is about how a new perspective of worship came about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this morning i was jj drove me to toa payoh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we were on the road she asked me how am i coping with work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just told her this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly i'm quite desp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desp for a glimps of his pressence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if it's just one drop i'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and knowing that the fact that i'm dyiing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dying to sing songs of praise to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked shirley if i could sing this sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know though everyone must be thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wah this might be the first time shirley encounter something like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone actually ask for duties."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously when i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. i realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing to him isn't about my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't about how i present myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it isn't even about blessing someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worship is about my need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i learnt to apprieciate singing to him so so so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till a point of requesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(of cos God live up to his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask and it shall be given and yes i'm singing tmr morning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my day went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the song u saw up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All i need is you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this song has always been one of my favour songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the top 10 list that has never ever dropped since i first heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today we sang it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my tears felt from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how true can this words be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp the one part it says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got every reason to be here again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father's love that draws me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got every kind of reason to be here with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's his love that draws me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much that all i'm desp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desp to just have a glimpse of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of cos the final part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where my heart felt apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold everyone on earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold the universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above all fears and trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He holds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a paper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a cup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he hold everyone on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the song remind us 2 times at the end that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is above everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well at this point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm totally with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being reminded how great he is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finish the worhsip session with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How great is our God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is Great and will be Great forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="FONT: bold 14px arial; COLOR: red; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02/noc.asp?sid=LSLBros&amp;amp;artist=Hillsong" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-541654878002112157?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/541654878002112157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=541654878002112157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/541654878002112157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/541654878002112157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-need-is-you-lord-its-you-lord.html' title='All I need is You Lord, It&apos;s you Lord'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8996568503186923443</id><published>2008-12-02T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:05:06.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God! You are just............ Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God! You are just......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super superly Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the sentence that is least thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a lonnnnnggg week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having to fly back from Bali on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and right after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were on this Fly by night video challange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though im really passionate about making films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of arguments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disagreements going on in the office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet as a side person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reminded about God's greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today as i was sitting down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work.. my workmate who is worried very much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the words that was spoken on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God shown me the picture of how great he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I will praise you in the storm~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just scrolling through and i found this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i hardly listen to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took time to listen to it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God shown me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my trip to Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the beginning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of people have made things sounds so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how scary it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw a new perspective when i cry out to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you are my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've went ahead of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you are my Child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll shelter my protection above you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i was kinda homesick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the best part of this whole blog is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way towards bali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boss did told us that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a under table money thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos we are carrying huge luggages and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if they do so.. this is the sum of money u should give them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just asking God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know.. papa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that there will be no need of undertable money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea that can happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i question God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh but God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone says there are undertable money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how is it possible to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont u believe in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all things are possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pick up your faith and trust in mE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then i just said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becaus of youe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There shall be no undertable money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything will be done in your ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there isn't any undertable money at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the return Trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were choosing the seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the airplane was quite full &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we dont really have much choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyhow one of the crew requested for a window seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was telling God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God. I wish i could have the window seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the guy went on saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh i'm sorry sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we only have one window seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one emergency seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the other 3 seats will be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'm like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i walk into the aircraft..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was just hoping that my seat is at least near the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The God i serve..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he loves me enough to listen to my smalllllest request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i put up my luggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I read my seat number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's a WINDOW SEAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the rest of my friends took the other seats..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How great. Is our God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SING WITH ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Great! Is our God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all will sing how great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is Our God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8996568503186923443?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8996568503186923443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8996568503186923443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8996568503186923443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8996568503186923443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-you-are-just-great.html' title='God! You are just............ Great!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2641461487211124326</id><published>2008-11-30T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:47:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle of my mind and heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess before anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should greet everyone that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm home finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10days not very long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not very short either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you did realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was quite in a hurry to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a rather tough day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with lots and lots and lots of thoughts running through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know like how sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just couldn't help it but cry within your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the 3rd week since i last spend my day in the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've to say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at this point of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm very desperate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desperate for his pressence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fellowship time with my friends who loves God as much as i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so bad that i started to cry while going back to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not cos i was emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was just begging God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to give me abit more of him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abit more of his saints fellowship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sighs~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just spoken to Jidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felt much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2641461487211124326?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2641461487211124326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2641461487211124326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2641461487211124326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2641461487211124326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-of-my-mind-and-heart.html' title='The battle of my mind and heart'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7531238728179239092</id><published>2008-11-26T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:41:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm very touched and glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that every single time i log on online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hear greetings from you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it got me very encourage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to look forward to meeting u guys once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of cos more importantly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister whom have been smsing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and msn-ing with me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making sure that she updates me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about what's going on at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok yes let's face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truth is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm homesick now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on the serious side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm looking forward every single min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and u never know how much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it mean to me when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys tag on my board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or email me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or even just coversate over gmail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow it just brighten up my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess i'm inexperience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in being away from home for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a good ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to train for mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean every single team is a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whole new group of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u got to force yourself to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mix with their culture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and their way of working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yet still live up to your standard lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can be quite tough at time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how i always need the tv to be on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not alot of people can accept this ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm knowing more and more people who has this habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyhow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah i really appriciate you guys all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'll see u back in 2 days yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jiayou!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7531238728179239092?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7531238728179239092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7531238728179239092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7531238728179239092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7531238728179239092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6683128256771339407</id><published>2008-11-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:55:31.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings from Bali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i did try to blog on the first day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow the connections has some problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALOHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erm ok no link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm seriously counting down on the number of days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of cos i'm really enjoying my stay here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what can you ask more when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are staying in a 6 star resort for free!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the service here is amazing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the view here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(smiles) Mind blowing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was trying to take as many pictures as possible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sigh i regret that i didn't bring the slr camera.. now i'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suffering with the small canon digi cam i have)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i was trying to take as many picture as possible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i concl it with a sentence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bvlgari Hotel &amp;amp; Resort..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no way you can capture the resort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by video or camera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you need to be here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see how amazing it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhen de...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really the right place for honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couples will love this place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice rooms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice toilet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice services..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah i am like putting on weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i'm back in Singapore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to start to work out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrighty people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm moving on to the 2nd resort later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tag me yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss you guys lotss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-6683128256771339407?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6683128256771339407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6683128256771339407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6683128256771339407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6683128256771339407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down.html' title='Counting down.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2405277545270933031</id><published>2008-11-17T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:44:33.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*takes a deeeeeeeep breath*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah i'm flying off later in the morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna catch some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i wakes up at 3am to prepare myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and get to office to set off to Airport and to bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow peace is in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm glad that i'm still at peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will make it de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere i go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's blessing shall be upon that place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and protection will be in that place too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll prop upload pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe some stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or msn when i'm free in the evening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the whole day shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall do so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i shall see u guys online later.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coolsome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2405277545270933031?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2405277545270933031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2405277545270933031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2405277545270933031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2405277545270933031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/takes-deeeeeeeep-breath.html' title='*takes a deeeeeeeep breath*'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-9201735271181714004</id><published>2008-11-13T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:47:25.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes it's me again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's always me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos this is my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why am i crapping again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during work really nothing much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides in the morning making some phonecalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make sure schedule are done up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people knows what they need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise we are pretty much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to ourselves doing research..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read ups on which ever country we will be heading..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yeah i've been reading up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the hotels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6stars hotels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;priv pools to the villas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think this will be a good trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know people are worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know i'll be back fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have faith in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh man yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i do have a off day on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been working 10am to 7pm every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now peak period so no choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the filming all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weekends should be off liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still wanna Thank God for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coolsome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-9201735271181714004?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/9201735271181714004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=9201735271181714004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9201735271181714004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9201735271181714004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/near-weekends.html' title='Near weekends.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5127903098418263520</id><published>2008-11-11T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:30:31.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Task #1: Flying off to Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's comfirmed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i'll be leaving for Bali next tues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything came so sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took me quite awhile to handle the waves of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suprises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd day of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been quite fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the day was like soaking myself in Bali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything i'm seeing is just Bali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had lunch with my boss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he talks alot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know he is a very good mentor to follow after..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as in someone to learn from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week end i'll have to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos will be flying off on tues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got lots of stuff to prepare i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5127903098418263520?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5127903098418263520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5127903098418263520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5127903098418263520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5127903098418263520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/task-1-flying-off-to-bali.html' title='Task #1: Flying off to Bali'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8704419430604965589</id><published>2008-11-10T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:20:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first day of work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time in my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i understood what's it's like to work full day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seriously working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from morning 10am till 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good whole 9hours of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting new friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite entertaining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess it's a first day work &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;when u kinda tries to fit in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;like how &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When u are so new to the enviroment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when everyone on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is speaking of the same point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but u just dont understand the inside jokes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or whatever it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll get over it soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was quite a huge bomb that was dropped in my heart today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos it was my first day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my boss decided that he might wanna send me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to bali next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the team..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was quite a sudden shock to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i wasn't prepared for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i told him give me a day to think about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and alot of doubts came to my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like things might go wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad things might just happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything that is wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just entered my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when i was on the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asking God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the end of the journey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came to a concl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everywhere is in danger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i guess zhen de..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it's time for things to happen the way it should be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will just happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i told God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm giving this all up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know something is going to go wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you make all things fail..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you will protect your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you say yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trusting you that u will protect everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing will go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything will go in your ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's up to you now ba..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man i'm getting sleepy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tmr got to get up early for work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night Night people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hOPe this encourages u somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8704419430604965589?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8704419430604965589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8704419430604965589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8704419430604965589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8704419430604965589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-work.html' title='First day of work'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-859712007325095001</id><published>2008-11-09T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:41:32.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting of a new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man.. i've no idea how can i say this..&lt;br /&gt;but erm yeah..&lt;br /&gt;the email have been back to comfirm that..&lt;br /&gt;i will start work tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy but more importantly..&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda nervous about what's gonna happening tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like erm..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;just hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah Thanks to Tuck Wah..&lt;br /&gt;reminded me about God in the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If God is with us..&lt;br /&gt;who can be against us..&lt;br /&gt;and All things are possible through Christ.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well..&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Counting on You once Again..&lt;br /&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/7198049-859712007325095001?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/859712007325095001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=859712007325095001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/859712007325095001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/859712007325095001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-of-new-chapter.html' title='Starting of a new chapter'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4362626511758772822</id><published>2008-11-03T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:15:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is interesting.</title><content type='html'>Erm.. &lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking..&lt;br /&gt;am i slow that i didn't discover this fun thing?&lt;br /&gt;or are people too fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways u must be thinking what am i talking about..&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;br /&gt;PHOTO FUNNIA!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;interesting..&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures i've done...&lt;br /&gt;on myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evY9UBDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6PdQXz9NUKc/s1600-h/n692048760_1519548_6182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evY9UBDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6PdQXz9NUKc/s320/n692048760_1519548_6182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319551433344050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st round of surprise on Jidi's birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evMG3MNI/AAAAAAAAAwA/eaKf0AF7Nks/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_2be35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evMG3MNI/AAAAAAAAAwA/eaKf0AF7Nks/s320/PhotoFunia_2be35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319547983737042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evHxOImI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XgJIKBU4sQQ/s1600-h/me+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evHxOImI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XgJIKBU4sQQ/s320/me+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319546819224162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6eu1AK5KI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xmlfhRDrznY/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6eu1AK5KI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xmlfhRDrznY/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319541781652642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6eu-wFeFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ol77rwqaYdo/s1600-h/esther%26jidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6eu-wFeFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ol77rwqaYdo/s320/esther%26jidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319544398542930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. this is Jidi (in her paper made bikini) and Esther Foong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa...&lt;br /&gt;what a week...&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through my schedule for this week..&lt;br /&gt;Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;tHERE is CGS...&lt;br /&gt;there is edits...&lt;br /&gt;meeting with people...&lt;br /&gt;work...&lt;br /&gt;Care and Share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and my heart now..&lt;br /&gt;no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just glad.. and happy.. &lt;br /&gt;with the fact that God is still with me..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's after yesterday's sermon..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now actually i was really warm..&lt;br /&gt;so i went to took out this fan.&lt;br /&gt;and it's really dirty..&lt;br /&gt;rusty...&lt;br /&gt;dust that is already gathered in rows..&lt;br /&gt;really really old and dirty..&lt;br /&gt;so i was warm..&lt;br /&gt;and i took it to the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;and clean it..&lt;br /&gt;using the brush..&lt;br /&gt;cloth..&lt;br /&gt;and i was like..&lt;br /&gt;oh  man this dust will never come off..&lt;br /&gt;as in like every single one..&lt;br /&gt;there will be some parts that are dirty..&lt;br /&gt;and i can't imagine if i on it..&lt;br /&gt;how the dust reacts to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided..&lt;br /&gt;well since it's already like this..&lt;br /&gt;i shall spray water and wash it...&lt;br /&gt;and of cos after that it's clean..&lt;br /&gt;but the floor was super dirty...&lt;br /&gt;so i wash my legs looking quite gross..&lt;br /&gt;and also the floor..&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;Words came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know.. Your legs or your body may be dirty while cleaning the mess..&lt;br /&gt; it may even stinks... but all you have to do after it is to wash it off &lt;br /&gt; with water.. and it's clean.. and same goes for your life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You may have mess up in life.. or some might even feel unworthy cos of&lt;br /&gt; the dust that you have collected through the years.. but realize this..&lt;br /&gt; that when u come to me.. my water will make you clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i hear that..&lt;br /&gt;i was like..&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad..&lt;br /&gt;really...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4362626511758772822?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4362626511758772822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4362626511758772822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4362626511758772822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4362626511758772822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-interesting.html' title='This is interesting.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQ6evY9UBDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6PdQXz9NUKc/s72-c/n692048760_1519548_6182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-9205962919264227279</id><published>2008-11-02T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:10:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirthDay Jidi! (@ the Super Poke Party)</title><content type='html'>Yest was Jidi's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;and erm well today we just kinda (sort of) lol..&lt;br /&gt;celebrated her birthday in a very special way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pre birthday surpise..&lt;br /&gt;where we have des and ah tan to run around us in circles..&lt;br /&gt;(too bad i didn't bring my cam..)&lt;br /&gt;and erm we had banners made by our lovely Esthers and Dot..&lt;br /&gt;which says...&lt;br /&gt;"We (heart shape) love Jidi" and her never melting cake..&lt;br /&gt;that is made of paper..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow she love it.. which is the most important thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today!!&lt;br /&gt;we invited her over to the Foong's house.. (elvin and esther foong tan's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some pic to entertain you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQyamxlQOgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/T5uUKyBPhWk/s1600-h/Super+Poke+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQyamxlQOgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/T5uUKyBPhWk/s320/Super+Poke+Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263752055424563714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jidi!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to put one of my fav song now..&lt;br /&gt;I'm Counting on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-9205962919264227279?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/9205962919264227279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=9205962919264227279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9205962919264227279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9205962919264227279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jidi-super-poke-party.html' title='Happy BirthDay Jidi! (@ the Super Poke Party)'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SQyamxlQOgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/T5uUKyBPhWk/s72-c/Super+Poke+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6753982395633693179</id><published>2008-10-31T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:08:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessing!!</title><content type='html'>Say yo...&lt;br /&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;u know what?&lt;br /&gt;I've even no idea what to say eh..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually just reflecting about so many things that is..&lt;br /&gt;happening around me these few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;i was just so drawn to the song "Counting on God" &lt;br /&gt;and zhen de..&lt;br /&gt;during this period of time..&lt;br /&gt;i can say that..&lt;br /&gt;without the mind set of myself counting on God's strength..&lt;br /&gt;God's favor.. God's blessings.. (and the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt;i would not have been a happy woman..&lt;br /&gt;and like the song says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joy unspeakable that won't go away&lt;br /&gt;And just enough strength &lt;br /&gt;To live for today&lt;br /&gt;So I never have to worry &lt;br /&gt;What tomorrow will bring&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my faith is on solid rock&lt;br /&gt;I am counting on God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i started to think..&lt;br /&gt;To live with God's strength..&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing for us to worry about&lt;br /&gt;cos God's strength is never ending..&lt;br /&gt;but alot of us (even myself)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just live with our own strength..&lt;br /&gt;so ended up..&lt;br /&gt;we get tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;point here is..&lt;br /&gt;same goes for our daily lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to one of my friend..&lt;br /&gt;and we were just talking about jobs and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded to count my blessing..&lt;br /&gt;You know..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.. we take many things for granted cos we grew up with it..&lt;br /&gt;things like.. health.. alive.. somewhere to live.. friends.. family.. &lt;br /&gt;these are the things we grew up with once we were born..&lt;br /&gt;and i question myself.. my every single breath is a favor and grace from God..&lt;br /&gt;and even health.. having the fact that i'm not falling ill..&lt;br /&gt;or having certain sickness.. that's also a favor from God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just dont realize that "things could have been worse"&lt;br /&gt;and seriously.. &lt;br /&gt;life is too short for us to regret about things..&lt;br /&gt;and really if we do take time..&lt;br /&gt;every single day to write down the blessings that we have been bless..&lt;br /&gt;life will be much better..&lt;br /&gt;cos every single day u can be glad that u have been bless with something..&lt;br /&gt;just like how when u go and shop for something..&lt;br /&gt;and u bought something u love so much..&lt;br /&gt;when u get home u can't wait to open it and use it..&lt;br /&gt;it's the same.. &lt;br /&gt;Blessing are not just for the big things...&lt;br /&gt;it's for the smallest thing like..&lt;br /&gt;oh my mum bought me lunch today..&lt;br /&gt;it's not a must that our parents have to buy things for us..&lt;br /&gt;or even me able to bless someone..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure u feel good about it...&lt;br /&gt;cos u have create a chance for that another person to thank God for something also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blessings..&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea how great God have been to me..&lt;br /&gt;the last time i was bless with a 50bucks..&lt;br /&gt;and on wed..&lt;br /&gt;i was bless with a ticket to "Tommy Emmanuel's" concert..&lt;br /&gt;it was such a mind blowing concert..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally bless by the show..&lt;br /&gt;and today..&lt;br /&gt;I've recieve a job offer.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;really... this period of time...&lt;br /&gt;is really the lowest lowest of the lowest period of my 21 years of life..&lt;br /&gt;but then yet in the mist of it..&lt;br /&gt;i saw how God came through in my life..&lt;br /&gt;that seriously.. i cannot deny that God's is so real.. and God is so faithful..&lt;br /&gt;when he says he will give it to u..&lt;br /&gt;he will make it happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i really want to encourage whoever is reading this..&lt;br /&gt;that you continue to live life to the fullest..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe to some of you..&lt;br /&gt;to remind you (and also myself) that God is always faithful..&lt;br /&gt;you may not see what he is doing..&lt;br /&gt;but really.. he always surprises us.. in his own special way.&lt;br /&gt;be patient in what u are asking for..&lt;br /&gt;and just hang on to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You totally rocks God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1609779833659996911</id><published>2008-10-24T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:17:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting infront of the comp..&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on the thoughts that had gone through the past few hours..&lt;br /&gt;what happened..&lt;br /&gt;how i responded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaths in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point..&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaks..&lt;br /&gt;not in the bad sense..&lt;br /&gt;but more like..&lt;br /&gt;Lord..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so ashame of myself..&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have reacted this way..&lt;br /&gt;but i did..&lt;br /&gt;and i breaks your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear the way a respond from a non-believer..&lt;br /&gt;hurts my heart even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord..&lt;br /&gt;forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;so many times..&lt;br /&gt;i've taken granted your grace and mercy in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that it's a must for me to wake up in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;getting every breath from you..&lt;br /&gt;Lord i know..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times of sorries or asking for forgiveness..&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't makes much difference..&lt;br /&gt;because first of all i dont deserve it..&lt;br /&gt;but lord...&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;i want...&lt;br /&gt;i want to choose..&lt;br /&gt;choose to live in your way once again..&lt;br /&gt;tough road ahead..&lt;br /&gt;but lord..&lt;br /&gt;i choose..&lt;br /&gt;to worship you..&lt;br /&gt;purify my heart soul and mind..&lt;br /&gt;what i am.. i have.. belongs to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name I pray..&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5531260491870454917</id><published>2008-10-19T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:47:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BLESS!!</title><content type='html'>"Today is the day..&lt;br /&gt; That you have made..&lt;br /&gt; I will rejoice and be glad in it..&lt;br /&gt; Today is the day &lt;br /&gt; That you have made&lt;br /&gt; I will rejoice and be glad in it..&lt;br /&gt; I won't worry about tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt; I'm trusting what you say..&lt;br /&gt; Today is the day..."&lt;br /&gt; - By Lincoln Brewster / Paul Baloche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES!! TODAY IS THE DAY..&lt;br /&gt;FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY TO REJOICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;joy was just over-flowing in my heart of how true God is..&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i've been blessed!&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i'm serving a Great Great Great and Mighty God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the whole of last week..&lt;br /&gt;goodness.. &lt;br /&gt;it was like one of those week that u really count down the amount of money is left &lt;br /&gt;in your wallet.. &lt;br /&gt;and worse still..&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down my money left in my ez card..&lt;br /&gt;and well.,..&lt;br /&gt;in my wallet left..&lt;br /&gt;coins.. that are worth of like 2bucks plus?&lt;br /&gt;and my ez card...&lt;br /&gt;lol left also about 2bucks plus..&lt;br /&gt;so at the start of the week i've told God..&lt;br /&gt;"Papa.. this week.. no going out ok..&lt;br /&gt; got to stay at home and save up some money..&lt;br /&gt; even if it's to eat just veg.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. it was tues..&lt;br /&gt;yes i recalled tues..&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to finish up some design work..&lt;br /&gt;but then i got online and spoke to my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;and she was telling me that her neck is hurting so she is gonna go for the treatment at novena..&lt;br /&gt;you know.. at this point of time..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when God always do this..&lt;br /&gt;he said.. &lt;br /&gt;"Hey accompany your cousin.. "&lt;br /&gt;i struggled alittle not that i dont wanna go out..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm like &lt;br /&gt;"GOD!!! DIDN'T I TOLD U!! NO MONEY!!"&lt;br /&gt;and he was like..&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wells... she is hurting. her neck.. your cousin.."&lt;br /&gt;so i was like..&lt;br /&gt;"Hey cousin u want me to pei you?"&lt;br /&gt;and she actually said it's ok..&lt;br /&gt;but then i was convicted that i should &lt;br /&gt;so anyhow i met up with her..&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus down.. &lt;br /&gt;and in return..&lt;br /&gt;i was bless with a really nice dinner..&lt;br /&gt;and a journey back..&lt;br /&gt;but more importantly..&lt;br /&gt;i got to spend time talking to my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of all the young childhood times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW!!&lt;br /&gt;on Wed.. &lt;br /&gt;Ah tan called me..&lt;br /&gt;after my jog he was like..&lt;br /&gt;Eh Yvonne u wanna go K tmr? cos Wei Siang is going to the army soon..&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like..&lt;br /&gt;"Well.. i'm free.. for sure.. but I'VE NO MONEY!!"&lt;br /&gt;so haha i let it pass..&lt;br /&gt;feeling really sadden..&lt;br /&gt;i told God " papa.. see lar... if the money would have come in earlier.. i could have,, "&lt;br /&gt;so that was wed.. sadden day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today..&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy call me and she pass me an envelop..&lt;br /&gt;oh btw today..&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with SGD$1.50&lt;br /&gt;that's my bank account this morning..&lt;br /&gt;so yes.. she pass me an envelop..&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;and she just said "Just keep it.." and with that smile (standard dorothy smiling face)&lt;br /&gt;and meijing and i was like ok...&lt;br /&gt;so on the envelop it says "Yvonne, F11/12,Youth,Singer"&lt;br /&gt;Honestly..&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand the person who wrote it..&lt;br /&gt;like erm.. detail in a very interesting way..&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow.. &lt;br /&gt;i open up the envelop..&lt;br /&gt;and i was like !!!!&lt;br /&gt;and meijing was like!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her..&lt;br /&gt;You saw it? and she was like ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was a 50dollar note inside..&lt;br /&gt;i was like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;wow wow wow!! &lt;br /&gt;amazed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of this whole thing is not about the money.. really..&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful of cos..&lt;br /&gt;but the best part was..&lt;br /&gt;the one prayer that Jidi had with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with her..&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me..&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you want from God this week?"&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda surprise but then i said..&lt;br /&gt;"Well.. God is God.. let him surprise me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THERE YOU GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_claps claps.._&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5531260491870454917?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5531260491870454917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5531260491870454917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5531260491870454917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5531260491870454917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bless.html' title='I&apos;M BLESS!!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-203653225297948645</id><published>2008-10-14T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:04:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-The more i seek you -</title><content type='html'>The More I Seek You - by Kari Jobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i seek you,&lt;br /&gt;The more i find you&lt;br /&gt;The more i find you, The more i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breath,&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart beat..&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, it's more than i can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm melt in your peace, It's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaths in*&lt;br /&gt;I was just taking some time..&lt;br /&gt;to seek him..&lt;br /&gt;understand  his love deeper again..&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i log on to the podcast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search..&lt;br /&gt;Seeking him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this 2 things with me..&lt;br /&gt;and i started to tune into this song that was writen by Kari Jobe..&lt;br /&gt;i listen to it putting it on repeating mode..&lt;br /&gt;The.. pure-ness of this song..&lt;br /&gt;has shown me the father's love..&lt;br /&gt;and also the love i wanna desire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.. it's so easy for us to sing this song during service..&lt;br /&gt;during cell group..&lt;br /&gt;but in our troubled times..&lt;br /&gt;in the lowest time of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;when almost every single thing comes crashing on our face..&lt;br /&gt;it's tough to mean this song from our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of this song..&lt;br /&gt;is the simplicity of the attitude in this song..&lt;br /&gt;u realize in the verse..&lt;br /&gt;it leads from one step to another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i seek you.. the more i find you..&lt;br /&gt;and the more i find you.. the more i love you..&lt;br /&gt;think about this..&lt;br /&gt;if finding God's love is according to what's written..&lt;br /&gt;then what we need to do is just to even bother to first seek him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because only when we first seek him then we will know who he really is.. and soon we'll find ourselves falling in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the song didn't end here..&lt;br /&gt;in the chorus..&lt;br /&gt;it describes the whole experiences when u fall in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it true when we fall in love with someone..&lt;br /&gt;these are the things we wish would happen..&lt;br /&gt;laying back against you and breath.. &lt;br /&gt;feel your heart beat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;this love is so deep.. so deep that  i'm melting in his peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's overwhelming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-203653225297948645?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/203653225297948645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=203653225297948645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/203653225297948645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/203653225297948645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-i-seek-you.html' title='-The more i seek you -'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2992784368500281983</id><published>2008-10-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:29:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Amazing! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Man,.,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mama and papa who show me this link...&lt;br /&gt;amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2992784368500281983?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2992784368500281983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2992784368500281983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2992784368500281983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2992784368500281983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-amazing-part-2.html' title='Wow! Amazing! Part 2'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1008958803355011260</id><published>2008-10-12T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:02:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Amazing!</title><content type='html'>hey people!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes my blog is in the progress of it's new..&lt;br /&gt;FACE LIFT!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to miss Charis Wong..&lt;br /&gt;who is so helpful to make my blog the way it is now..&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;soon soon,.,&lt;br /&gt;all your blog links will be up...&lt;br /&gt;be patience k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;i was just spending my day today..&lt;br /&gt;actually not today..&lt;br /&gt;rather night..&lt;br /&gt;after meeting the client..&lt;br /&gt;(*sweats.. 4hours of meeting.. non stop talking..)&lt;br /&gt;i almost died at subway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;yes i was just spending some time..&lt;br /&gt;reading the word..&lt;br /&gt;and listening to the podcast..&lt;br /&gt;*btw do subscribe to edgecast mini on your itunes to know more about his word.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cor 8&lt;br /&gt;the whole chapter was talking about giving..&lt;br /&gt;of cos when we say Giving..&lt;br /&gt;first thought...&lt;br /&gt;MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;hey it's nature to think that way..&lt;br /&gt;but in the chapter..&lt;br /&gt;it did also speaks of our gifting..&lt;br /&gt;not just money..&lt;br /&gt;but our time..&lt;br /&gt;everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chapter they kept highlighting the attitude of Giving is what that matters..&lt;br /&gt;and again. when we offer something to God..&lt;br /&gt;u know it really doesn't matter if u give like a 100bucks..&lt;br /&gt;or a 1 dollar.. &lt;br /&gt;and it also doesn't really matters if we spend like 10hours sitting around church office serving..&lt;br /&gt;if our hearts and attitude are not right..&lt;br /&gt;if we are just out there to show people oh how involve are we..&lt;br /&gt;then we totally lose the purpose of blessing people..&lt;br /&gt;that's why it says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who gathered too much bad nothing left...&lt;br /&gt; Those who gathered only a little had all they needed.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always bug like how unfair life is..&lt;br /&gt;when others are better well doing then us..&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes let's just take a step back and think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2Cor 8:13-14&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to make life easier for others by making life harder for you. But it is only fair for you to share with them when you have so mucn, and they have so litter. Later, when they have more than enough, and you are in need, they can share with you. Then everyone will have a fair share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i know in the world..&lt;br /&gt;it's just hard to find people like this..&lt;br /&gt;but when i took a step back and think..&lt;br /&gt;hey actually it did happen in my life..&lt;br /&gt;cos i remember the days when we stood for each other..&lt;br /&gt;helping each other WITH NO MOTIVES..&lt;br /&gt;but we took that right attitude to bless someone.. (in serving or things)&lt;br /&gt;and in turn.,.&lt;br /&gt;in my lowest period.. &lt;br /&gt;People bless me back.. with encouragements.. etc etc.. &lt;br /&gt;God has plan as such that.. &lt;br /&gt;oh everyone on earth today shall be poor..&lt;br /&gt;no no..&lt;br /&gt;God took into consideration of every indivisual.. in order for us to learnt how to bless each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check this out..&lt;br /&gt;this is the coolest verse of the whole chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cor 8:4&lt;br /&gt;" They even asked and begged us to let them have the Joy of giving their money for God's people.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a thought about it..&lt;br /&gt;i was like totally Wow about this..&lt;br /&gt;thinking.. &lt;br /&gt;how am i able to have such attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about purpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to read..&lt;br /&gt;John 17&lt;br /&gt;Amazing and powerful verse..&lt;br /&gt;i read the whole verse..&lt;br /&gt;and i was very very amazed but how clear minded Jesus was..&lt;br /&gt;So many of us living on this earth..&lt;br /&gt;how many of us actually really knows why are we here..&lt;br /&gt;or why do we do the things we do..&lt;br /&gt;why do we believe the things we believe..&lt;br /&gt;In this verse..&lt;br /&gt;it shown me 3 things about Jesus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus knew why he was here..&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus was clear of his task and timing with the things God had called him to.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus stood on our behalf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this verse basically was Jesus' Prayer to God before one of his disciple betray him..&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by what he prayed for..&lt;br /&gt;and we were just having cell group yest..&lt;br /&gt;and one thing i've picked up and take home from was that..&lt;br /&gt;Even in our toughest time in life..&lt;br /&gt;things just doesn't seems right..&lt;br /&gt;but what makes it amazing and beautiful is when we stand up and say..&lt;br /&gt;"God.. you know what? all things fails.. it's ok.. I still have you,,"&lt;br /&gt;Like what Jeremy said in the podcast..&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't say..&lt;br /&gt;"Oh lord.. pls save me from this stupid thing...&lt;br /&gt;pls make sure that tress will fall that the Judas and the rest wont make it in time..&lt;br /&gt;GOd pls make them fall down so that they wont come.."&lt;br /&gt;No! Never in that prayer.. Jesus asked God to save him from the pain he is about to go through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the amazing thing is..&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said this..&lt;br /&gt;"Father.. Let your will be done.. because i've come to this earth for this very purpose.."&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;br /&gt;how amazing it is isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously...&lt;br /&gt;He is about to be caught and be crucified.. &lt;br /&gt;he wasn't insecure..&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't scare..&lt;br /&gt;but he was confident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the verse..&lt;br /&gt;He stood for us..&lt;br /&gt;he didn't just stood only on behalf of his disciples..&lt;br /&gt;but for those who believes in him..&lt;br /&gt;and he so desire us to be as one..&lt;br /&gt;be unite as one just like how he is united as one with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a thought about it..&lt;br /&gt;amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-1008958803355011260?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/1008958803355011260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=1008958803355011260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1008958803355011260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1008958803355011260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-amazing.html' title='Wow! Amazing!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3977091522836331009</id><published>2008-10-01T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:06:19.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business as Usual</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday today!!&lt;br /&gt;Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;was working till late at night yest..&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda woke up only a few hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;which is like erm.. 1pm?&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;Yes Business as usual..&lt;br /&gt;which ever way u wanna take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untitled" - Like a Star's 4Th Draft is done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending almost like 2 days to just sit down and&lt;br /&gt;finish up my script..&lt;br /&gt;Of cos being alittle influence by the film &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SOMTRoKSI7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/4ia1Diys34Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SOMTRoKSI7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/4ia1Diys34Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252062784003384242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sliding DOors"&lt;br /&gt;really cool film..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a difference of few secs/min&lt;br /&gt;makes the whole different in this Lady's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;but yes.. &lt;br /&gt;Draft 5 will be on the way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SOMTRoKSI7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/4ia1Diys34Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5417507312903870968</id><published>2008-09-28T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:37:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the Flesh.</title><content type='html'>It was a today's sermon that proberly shaken alot of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Pastor Terri Wong shared a sermon on..&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the Flesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know..&lt;br /&gt;the whole service started off with me thinking that..&lt;br /&gt;it's just funny how he sounded..&lt;br /&gt;I remember myself turning to Michelle and trying to recall &lt;br /&gt;who he sounded like...&lt;br /&gt;And i soon realized he sounded alot like..&lt;br /&gt;A character from Simpson..&lt;br /&gt;but then anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;everyone of us are all born with the inbuilding called..&lt;br /&gt;Sin.aka flesh...&lt;br /&gt;During the part 1 of his sermon..&lt;br /&gt;he spoke about how important it is for us to make sure that..&lt;br /&gt;the desire of our flesh all dies.&lt;br /&gt;not just some part of it but everything..&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know killing the flesh is never easy..&lt;br /&gt;it takes courage.. braveness.. and discipline in order to achieve it...&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we just dont see how important it is to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not just saying this to everyone but that include myself also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling with so many other things also..&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm also a human that is like anyone of you..&lt;br /&gt;but point here is..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we allow the flesh of bitterness..&lt;br /&gt;the flesh of emo-ness.. all kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;to take over our lives..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes even into the ministry we are in...&lt;br /&gt;and that's where ministries.. churches family torn apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now when we look at it this way..&lt;br /&gt;actually..&lt;br /&gt;one step of disobedience = a huge lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we are humans...&lt;br /&gt;u know.. we loveeeee..&lt;br /&gt;LOVE to the max..&lt;br /&gt;to live in our bitterness..&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping about the people we hated..&lt;br /&gt;and when we found out something about them.. &lt;br /&gt;HA! that's it.. &lt;br /&gt;We reason with our actions..&lt;br /&gt;I once read a book and it says that..&lt;br /&gt;YOu know.. &lt;br /&gt;we do reason with our actions alot..&lt;br /&gt;Fact: we want to know or gossip abotu someone-else's life.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: We are concern..(presuming that as being spiritually concern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a thin line for us to draw..&lt;br /&gt;between being real concern and being kaypo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this link me to Jeremy's msg about Hostage.&lt;br /&gt;The last eps of Hostage..&lt;br /&gt;and it's titled as Secrets..&lt;br /&gt;As we grew older..&lt;br /&gt;Secrets is no longer something that we love to exposed..&lt;br /&gt;Habits or issues in our lives..&lt;br /&gt;we just dont wanna let it be exposed into the light..&lt;br /&gt;but then sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;u do realize that if it's being kept within for long..&lt;br /&gt;we gonna get cancer from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is getting too long..&lt;br /&gt;for more details on Hostage..&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR YOUR NET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5417507312903870968?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-6383205324941565231</id><published>2008-09-21T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:44:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just at thought about it.</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with Sam this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;A thought just passes by me..&lt;br /&gt;or rather..&lt;br /&gt;i should say a picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering..&lt;br /&gt;every single time..&lt;br /&gt;or morning..&lt;br /&gt;before services starts..&lt;br /&gt;we pray?&lt;br /&gt;and we Ask God to come in..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;u know..&lt;br /&gt;the picture that i saw..&lt;br /&gt;was really like wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me try to tell u in detail..&lt;br /&gt;U know we always call the church the house of God..&lt;br /&gt;but u know..&lt;br /&gt;actually so many times..&lt;br /&gt;before service starts..&lt;br /&gt;I saw God sitting at the front row of the santuary..&lt;br /&gt;and he was like..&lt;br /&gt;preparing himself..&lt;br /&gt;praying..&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the smell of his pressence..&lt;br /&gt;just slowly flow out of his body and slowly filled the santuary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the santuary is quiet..&lt;br /&gt;no one is around..&lt;br /&gt;but quietly God took time to just lay hands on every chair...&lt;br /&gt;check the sound system.. video..&lt;br /&gt;see if everything is in place..&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. &lt;br /&gt;just maybe some of us left some rubbish on the floor and God kinda picked it up..&lt;br /&gt;and throw it into the bin..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know but..&lt;br /&gt;the fact that God is so close to the santuary.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;that..&lt;br /&gt;If God..&lt;br /&gt;such a busy man..&lt;br /&gt;would take time to make sure he is there early to pray..&lt;br /&gt;what more should i say..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired lar..&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sec pic i saw was..&lt;br /&gt;u know the fact that God has already let his pressence to float around the santuary..&lt;br /&gt;the moment the person who opens the door..&lt;br /&gt;every single one of us are walking through and with his pressence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;God is like the planner for the service..&lt;br /&gt;the service leader actually..&lt;br /&gt;but u know..&lt;br /&gt;people say man can't multitask..&lt;br /&gt;but God can..&lt;br /&gt;he is like a super multitasker...&lt;br /&gt;he can do so many things..&lt;br /&gt;so maybe sometimes there are feedback that can't be solved or what..&lt;br /&gt;God can lead the pastor yet solving the sound problem or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool would that be right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really..&lt;br /&gt;the coolest thing is..&lt;br /&gt;he is my dad...&lt;br /&gt;and also yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cool Dad i have.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa..&lt;br /&gt;I love u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-6383205324941565231?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/6383205324941565231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=6383205324941565231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6383205324941565231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/6383205324941565231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-at-thought-about-it.html' title='Just at thought about it.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8151216138198128532</id><published>2008-09-20T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:34:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking...</title><content type='html'>*breaths in..*&lt;br /&gt;*breaths out..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa..~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;i've..&lt;br /&gt;been thinking alot this week..&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to a point that i couldn't stop thinking..&lt;br /&gt;be it..&lt;br /&gt;my current job..&lt;br /&gt;or my future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so much talking..&lt;br /&gt;voices..&lt;br /&gt;that's going around me...&lt;br /&gt;it's time to realize...&lt;br /&gt;that..&lt;br /&gt;life..&lt;br /&gt;doesn't just goes around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reality sets in that..&lt;br /&gt;life is moving around your family...&lt;br /&gt;the needs in the family..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;the price to pay for this..&lt;br /&gt;is just too high,...&lt;br /&gt;it takes sacrifices..&lt;br /&gt;in order to pay for it to make things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;Lord..&lt;br /&gt;have your way..&lt;br /&gt;only u know what's best for me..&lt;br /&gt;but if there is a need to wait..&lt;br /&gt;tell me..&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i've waited for someone..&lt;br /&gt;dumbly at Delifrance for 3 whole hours..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure my patience is long enough to wait for your directions..&lt;br /&gt;but Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5069681360040316111</id><published>2008-09-18T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:13:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will things change?</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting infront of my computer..&lt;br /&gt;wondering..&lt;br /&gt;when...&lt;br /&gt;when will things change?&lt;br /&gt;it's always the moment of trying to forgive and let go of someone's mistake..&lt;br /&gt;something...&lt;br /&gt;just something has to come up and slaps u right on the face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so tiring to do so time and time again..&lt;br /&gt;patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down at the bus stop today..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for 506..&lt;br /&gt;sitting down for almost 45mins..&lt;br /&gt;i looked forward..&lt;br /&gt;thinking that the next bus might be 506..&lt;br /&gt;but bus after bus it just isn't the bus i'm waiting for..&lt;br /&gt;i've waiting..&lt;br /&gt;for a year..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting Lord..&lt;br /&gt;things hasn't change..&lt;br /&gt;in fact..&lt;br /&gt;each time..&lt;br /&gt;things get worse..&lt;br /&gt;i still stood by and tell myself that..&lt;br /&gt;things can only get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SNFIq39icKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lYb-mQqYFdQ/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SNFIq39icKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lYb-mQqYFdQ/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247054942277103778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm watching a comedy show in tears...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5069681360040316111?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5069681360040316111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5069681360040316111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5069681360040316111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5069681360040316111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-will-things-change.html' title='when will things change?'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SNFIq39icKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lYb-mQqYFdQ/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2507820825828988852</id><published>2008-09-16T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:52:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! the first stepping stone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Toilet’ is a bizarre and twisted visual piece that teems with potential but wallows in being disturbingly sensational rather than persuasively swaying, especially in letting the audience understand its theme. Yet, its art direction and production values hit a credible benchmark. -Juan Foo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about few days back that i actually..&lt;br /&gt;got to chat with Joshua over msn..&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since Toilet was finished that we kinda chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad he is doing alright..&lt;br /&gt;It was also about few days back that i recieved an emailing..&lt;br /&gt;saying that "Toilet" had made it to the BRNO16..&lt;br /&gt;One of the Film festi located in Europe, Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first saw the email..&lt;br /&gt;it didn't hit me that this is actually the first stepping stone..&lt;br /&gt;to many many things..&lt;br /&gt;however, as usual i congruatate Joshua with the success of his filming making to&lt;br /&gt;somewhere that far..&lt;br /&gt;It was then.. &lt;br /&gt;He told me about the remark that was commented by Juan Foo..&lt;br /&gt;@ sinema.sg..&lt;br /&gt;When i read it..&lt;br /&gt;it hits me even more that..&lt;br /&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;directions are changing...&lt;br /&gt;it's the first stepping stone for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflect back..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought to myself..&lt;br /&gt;it was a really tough journey..&lt;br /&gt;a journey i'll never forget..&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;with all the arguments.. quarrels..worries.. sleepless nights.. sweats.. tears.. laughters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SM_HwII0QvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xzwF_QW9BkE/s1600-h/dvd-cover---toilet--back%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SM_HwII0QvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xzwF_QW9BkE/s320/dvd-cover---toilet--back%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246631720542028530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2507820825828988852?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2507820825828988852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2507820825828988852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2507820825828988852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2507820825828988852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-first-stepping-stone.html' title='Finally! the first stepping stone.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SM_HwII0QvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xzwF_QW9BkE/s72-c/dvd-cover---toilet--back%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3186583635605256512</id><published>2008-09-03T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:37:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mark to the real world</title><content type='html'>oh man..&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;marks the day to say..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Lasalle.. student life...&lt;br /&gt;and Welcome world..&lt;br /&gt;Had my graduation ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;It was my very first time attending a ceremony of my own..&lt;br /&gt;and to walk up the stage with all attention given to you..&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey.. Yvonne..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously..&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt been easy..&lt;br /&gt;to walk through the past 4 years in Lasalle..&lt;br /&gt;challanges from everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;and by God's grace.. and favour..&lt;br /&gt;I've made it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. that aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that today is the grad day..&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to ask a few of my friends to join me for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;then we had ichiban sushi..&lt;br /&gt;The food was really...&lt;br /&gt;*drooling...&lt;br /&gt;We had quite a number of food..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;but only when i got hom i was like.. &lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;didn't take photos..&lt;br /&gt;wasted..&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;after dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Esther and Dot was like..&lt;br /&gt;let's do "That thing"&lt;br /&gt;u know when people start saying that kinda stuff..&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna be anything good..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;and true enough...&lt;br /&gt;it was a 4feet..&lt;br /&gt;in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking..&lt;br /&gt;ok lar..&lt;br /&gt;since it's a special day..&lt;br /&gt;whatever they want me to do..&lt;br /&gt;i will do it..&lt;br /&gt;so they bring me to this..&lt;br /&gt;place..&lt;br /&gt;it's an open space in IMM..&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;u know kids who puts coin into the animal..&lt;br /&gt;and they get to drives about..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;yes they got me to ride the elephant..&lt;br /&gt;and then for 5mins..&lt;br /&gt;i've to drive it about..&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness by it didn't made it to the kopitiam..&lt;br /&gt;if not...&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun..&lt;br /&gt;thing is..&lt;br /&gt;this animal thingie..&lt;br /&gt;it has no age limit..&lt;br /&gt;therefore..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how heavy u are..&lt;br /&gt;they can take u on...&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;basically that's my day &lt;br /&gt;i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SL687diIkKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SBJSYbmRzQo/s1600-h/2731696491_ff56ce9f97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SL687diIkKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SBJSYbmRzQo/s320/2731696491_ff56ce9f97.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834746031935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3186583635605256512?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3186583635605256512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3186583635605256512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3186583635605256512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3186583635605256512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/09/mark-to-real-world.html' title='the mark to the real world'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SL687diIkKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SBJSYbmRzQo/s72-c/2731696491_ff56ce9f97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4105631183189831695</id><published>2008-09-01T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:06:34.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Friend of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who am I that You are mindful of me&lt;br /&gt;That You hear me when I call&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that You are thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;How You love me it's amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a friend of God&lt;br /&gt;I am a friend of God&lt;br /&gt;I am a friend of God&lt;br /&gt;He calls me friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Almighty, Lord of Glory&lt;br /&gt;You have called me friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;We were preparing the songs..&lt;br /&gt;and we sang "Friend of God by Isreal Houghton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes i just realize that..&lt;br /&gt;the simplier the song is..&lt;br /&gt;the more meaning and thoughts we should put into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being reminded about certain situations in my life..&lt;br /&gt;ok cos..&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the media line..&lt;br /&gt;and in quite a few projects that i've worked on..&lt;br /&gt;we actually get to meet people from the media industry.&lt;br /&gt;Actors..Actress...&lt;br /&gt;and erm.. &lt;br /&gt;you know when we are off work..&lt;br /&gt;we start to tell our friends about who we met..&lt;br /&gt;and what we saw them doing that was funny..&lt;br /&gt;what kinda person they are..&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;when i was singing this song..&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded like..&lt;br /&gt;hey you know who God is or not?&lt;br /&gt;He is one that is even more popular then anyone else on earth..&lt;br /&gt;and me..&lt;br /&gt;Someone who live in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;which is only a dot on the map..&lt;br /&gt;he is paying attention to me..&lt;br /&gt;and of cos you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i ask from this God who is so Great..&lt;br /&gt;Really...&lt;br /&gt;I need to start paying much more attention on him..&lt;br /&gt;and be proud to share about him..&lt;br /&gt;like how i shared about the experience i had with the media people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4105631183189831695?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4105631183189831695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4105631183189831695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4105631183189831695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4105631183189831695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-friend-of-god.html' title='I am a Friend of God'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4751938103678209197</id><published>2008-08-30T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:28:12.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh beginning</title><content type='html'>man..&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i've updated my blog..&lt;br /&gt;ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaths in*&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;i've no comments on so many things..&lt;br /&gt;so much so that..&lt;br /&gt;haha i also dont know how to start to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;let's do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;today. &lt;br /&gt;after net i spoke to Esther Foong-tan..&lt;br /&gt;and i was just pouring out my troubles and stuff to her..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she said this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the Yvonne i see now.. is very tired..&lt;br /&gt;no excitment eh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stop for a moment and i thought..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;the excitment for God..&lt;br /&gt;where ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realize hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Joy should comes within our heart...&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;only God can filled up that joy in us..&lt;br /&gt;yeah only a God like him..&lt;br /&gt;is great enough to have never ending strength..&lt;br /&gt;never ending joy..&lt;br /&gt;he will never ever not have not enough of these..&lt;br /&gt;or rather everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want something?&lt;br /&gt;all u've got to do is ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it shall be given unto you..&lt;br /&gt;but then.. the 2nd part to it..&lt;br /&gt;seek and u shall find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many times we ask for things...&lt;br /&gt;but then we lack patience to wait for it..&lt;br /&gt;then i dont bother looking for it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha...&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to give up on things..&lt;br /&gt;but yo0u know what?&lt;br /&gt;though it will be so easy for God to give up on us.. &lt;br /&gt;(with our dirty stains)&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;Good news is..&lt;br /&gt;God never gives up on us and he won't..&lt;br /&gt;till the day we die..&lt;br /&gt;he will never let us go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's net lesson..&lt;br /&gt;in the mist of so many voices..&lt;br /&gt;and when we are blinded by sin...&lt;br /&gt;we can't see what's around us..&lt;br /&gt;But when we choose to be set free..&lt;br /&gt;and just focus on God..&lt;br /&gt;breaking away from the things that is hindering us..&lt;br /&gt;God can hold our hands from the first point to the end..&lt;br /&gt;and that.. we wont fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah never fall...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4751938103678209197?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4751938103678209197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4751938103678209197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4751938103678209197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4751938103678209197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/08/fresh-beginning.html' title='a fresh beginning'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2266141771175322097</id><published>2008-08-14T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:13:44.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The special Gift</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my meeting with ping..&lt;br /&gt;super funny..&lt;br /&gt;cos i missed her birthday..&lt;br /&gt;therefore.. &lt;br /&gt;today i've to made up for that missed birthday..&lt;br /&gt;and well as usual..&lt;br /&gt;we went to our usual "la-kopi coffeeshop"...&lt;br /&gt;and had chicken wings..&lt;br /&gt;which normally we don't..&lt;br /&gt;lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLSSS..&lt;br /&gt;she has the cravings for wings.. &lt;br /&gt;what can i do..&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;this is my special gift for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVg6a8WuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BgkdUTdfJKI/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVg6a8WuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BgkdUTdfJKI/s320/DSC02115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234050847116909282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVgz15mkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FYWhpccY9pQ/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVgz15mkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FYWhpccY9pQ/s320/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234050845350926914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVg44R4zI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dANe0RIY83g/s1600-h/DSC02113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVg44R4zI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dANe0RIY83g/s320/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234050846703084338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her blog..&lt;br /&gt;and realized everyone gave her things that got to do with hello kitty..&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to give her..&lt;br /&gt;Hello chicken wings..&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a left over chicken wings..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21TH BIRTHDAY PING!!&lt;br /&gt;i know u will miss me..&lt;br /&gt;but sobs...&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me too much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2266141771175322097?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2266141771175322097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2266141771175322097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2266141771175322097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2266141771175322097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-gift.html' title='The special Gift'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SKMVg6a8WuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BgkdUTdfJKI/s72-c/DSC02115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7114366626660137746</id><published>2008-08-07T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:50:14.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for an answer</title><content type='html'>oh man..&lt;br /&gt;what a day..&lt;br /&gt;today had been quite a fruitful day..&lt;br /&gt;why so?&lt;br /&gt;well cos i woke up very much early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;after the whole night of storyboarding..&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;yeah went for my photo shoot..&lt;br /&gt;and meeting till just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well much more to learnt from everyone that's all i can say..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you question yourself..&lt;br /&gt;how can i be much useful in the situation you are given..&lt;br /&gt;but then u realize maybe u should just take the time..&lt;br /&gt;to learnt about things that are going on around you..&lt;br /&gt;and apply it in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;as i manage to borrow ah jing's laptop for a few days to get my work done..&lt;br /&gt;there goes my internet services..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;LORD WHY DOES IT HAS TO BE LIKE THIS AH?&lt;br /&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;seriously i realize that not having comp is not that hard to handle..&lt;br /&gt;but not having net access is quite bad..&lt;br /&gt;oh wait..&lt;br /&gt;actually not having either one of them it's quite troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm here in the jurong west library..&lt;br /&gt;thank God there was a power plug for me to get some work done here..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to be honest that live hasn't been too good for me..&lt;br /&gt;though i guess so many time i've appear to be glad and happy about everything..&lt;br /&gt;but fact is family situation hasn't turn out any better..&lt;br /&gt;worse? i'm not too sure..&lt;br /&gt;but now when i took a step back and look at the bigger picture..&lt;br /&gt;i've to say that i'm quite angry with how people treat things..&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously..&lt;br /&gt;sometime we just got to be selfish at some point of time..&lt;br /&gt;we can't just get held back by people who refuse to move on..&lt;br /&gt;each of us are accountable to ourselves on how we lead our lives..&lt;br /&gt;and we are given choices to do what is best for ourselves (well what we think is best)..&lt;br /&gt;but really people we've got to start moving on and not get stuck with the glue that is holding us back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems will never leave us..&lt;br /&gt;we got to just learnt to cut it away from our body and move on to a better place..&lt;br /&gt;let's stop looking at each other and dwell in where we are now forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum this..&lt;br /&gt;and all she did was smile..&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the thing we value are different..&lt;br /&gt;what I value..&lt;br /&gt;is my family's well being..&lt;br /&gt;protecting them...&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters...&lt;br /&gt;that's all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7114366626660137746?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7114366626660137746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7114366626660137746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7114366626660137746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7114366626660137746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting-for-answer.html' title='waiting for an answer'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4804621150287375563</id><published>2008-07-31T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:51:32.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering..&lt;br /&gt;every single day of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;we are all surrounded by sound..&lt;br /&gt;and honestly..&lt;br /&gt;how many times we picked up the things that are around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was at my grandma's place...&lt;br /&gt;these few days too much things happening around the family..&lt;br /&gt;too much to even start to talk about one..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah today..&lt;br /&gt;i was at my grandma's place and for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;the house was quiet for almost full 30mins..&lt;br /&gt;one of the quietest day i experience in my grandma's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously..&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;how does one secret be hidden for a life time?&lt;br /&gt;silence within your heart?&lt;br /&gt;how long does it last?&lt;br /&gt;and when the outburst of sound suddenly rushed in..&lt;br /&gt;how do we react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the moments we have with God..&lt;br /&gt;how long does our silent moment last with God?&lt;br /&gt;a day? 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;or a life time?&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why but..&lt;br /&gt;it came as a question as me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;have been a great and un great day..&lt;br /&gt;great cos the deal of a business is done..&lt;br /&gt;but yet..&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those days when..&lt;br /&gt;u just couldn't rejoice over..&lt;br /&gt;there is just this mode that...&lt;br /&gt;u can't even smile to yourself and tell yourself you did a good job...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much people try to make u feel good.&lt;br /&gt;and tell u all the good things about you..&lt;br /&gt;you just lose it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;i guess maybe at least i can be happy about my new blog skin..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;lame but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;papa ah...&lt;br /&gt;tell me how!!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4804621150287375563?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8249512699046524548</id><published>2008-07-29T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:56:25.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;well guys.. &lt;br /&gt;it's been a long while since i blog..&lt;br /&gt;reason being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COMP CRASH!!&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. &lt;br /&gt;you know actually i was thinking about it today...&lt;br /&gt;after talking to michelle..&lt;br /&gt;and i realize..&lt;br /&gt;how boring it is to be online 24/7 everyday..&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp have been crashed for about 2-3weeks? &lt;br /&gt;and erm i have not used the comp for that long..&lt;br /&gt;and now cos i've to finish up my work..&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed the comp from my friend..&lt;br /&gt;and i realize.. &lt;br /&gt;man.. life without the comp was much more fruitful..&lt;br /&gt;though i'm still stuck with the tv..&lt;br /&gt;but i got to read up more..&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with my family..&lt;br /&gt;etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn can be quite boring at times..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;but well anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;God have been still great to me..&lt;br /&gt;he had done so much for me..&lt;br /&gt;that i've no idea where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man my thoughts are everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;haha ok.. &lt;br /&gt;i really like my new blog skin..&lt;br /&gt;pls comment on it lol...&lt;br /&gt;Alright..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8249512699046524548?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8249512699046524548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8249512699046524548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8249512699046524548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8249512699046524548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-164130741653874196</id><published>2008-07-11T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:59:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; MY WERID DREAM&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN.. &lt;br /&gt;i'm like so totally...&lt;br /&gt;speechless.. &lt;br /&gt;I had this werid dreams yest night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened was.. &lt;br /&gt;I was having breakfast with my grandma and my mum..&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was.. &lt;br /&gt;my grandma..&lt;br /&gt;she totally just want to eat this rosted pork chicken rice..&lt;br /&gt;and i've no idea why but she gave me this really small baby pig..&lt;br /&gt;it's pink in colour.. it's not cooked and it seems dead.. cos it's not moving at all...&lt;br /&gt;so i was asked to bring to the shop to chopped it.. that is opp..&lt;br /&gt;so i carry the baby pig over my shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;and as i was walking towards the shop..&lt;br /&gt;The baby Pig suddenly turns to me..&lt;br /&gt;and it cries.. like a baby..&lt;br /&gt;without sound but the face.. was like how a baby cry..&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the baby pig and i went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont cry baby.. dont cry.,. shhh.. it's ok.. i wont get u kill ok.."&lt;br /&gt;And the baby Pig just hugged me so tightly..&lt;br /&gt;so i went to Q for the rosted pork chicken rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-164130741653874196?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/164130741653874196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=164130741653874196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/164130741653874196'/><link 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/&gt;with all the sermon and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've taken a step back and start thinking about so many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know like how in life...&lt;br /&gt;so many time we just went ahead with what we are doing..&lt;br /&gt;not taking time to just observe the small little details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say my comp crash lol..&lt;br /&gt;the night when Esther (tan aka foong) gave me a word and also the lesson..&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. it stuck on me that..&lt;br /&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to take it quietly and get focus back on God.&lt;br /&gt;I mean we are always busy with our work.. our family..&lt;br /&gt;etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;but u know when u actually take time to read his word..&lt;br /&gt;and just focus on him..&lt;br /&gt;there will be new perspective ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was just waiting on the lord while worshiping him...&lt;br /&gt;and i started to sing..&lt;br /&gt;"I love you.. i love you.. i love you..&lt;br /&gt; and my heart will follow holy after you.."&lt;br /&gt;This song kept ringing in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;I know so many times we sing this song..&lt;br /&gt;just like how we normally sing a song in kbox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine..&lt;br /&gt;this is a situation that will be so real to everyone ok at least for me..&lt;br /&gt;when we are heart broken..&lt;br /&gt;cos we were hurt by some one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catg 1: Emo love song.&lt;br /&gt;1. You are hurt by your dream partner.&lt;br /&gt;"When you're gone.." by Avril.L&lt;br /&gt;"If your hearts not in it.." by Westlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hurt by parents? (i think so)&lt;br /&gt;"Because of you.."by Kelly.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catg 2: Happy love song&lt;br /&gt;1. "Jian dian Ai"by Jay.C&lt;br /&gt;2. "Ming tian ni yao jia gei wor"by David Tao and Jolin. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we realize when the song relates with the situation we are in..&lt;br /&gt;we sing together as how we felt..&lt;br /&gt;our emotions and the song lyrics just somehow matches...&lt;br /&gt;we had a break up and we starts to listen to songs like&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone... and we started to cry over it.. &lt;br /&gt;we feel the song...&lt;br /&gt;we feel the mood..&lt;br /&gt;we feel the emotions...&lt;br /&gt;and naturally we left that song as the mark to that relationship we left..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;but point is..&lt;br /&gt;coming back to God..&lt;br /&gt;today when i sang that song..&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just i love you i love you i love you that was sang cos the song lyrics said so...&lt;br /&gt;but i felt in my heart that..&lt;br /&gt;my emotions and feeling was like what i said..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if u get it but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;that was what i wanted to say..&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;no idea why.. &lt;br /&gt;but yeah i hope u 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Power of faith and prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;it's tues..&lt;br /&gt;and I was reflecting about what God has done..&lt;br /&gt;and seriously this month is really like..&lt;br /&gt;overflooded with things that God has done for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all..&lt;br /&gt;i really want to thank God for my results..&lt;br /&gt;and also pulling me through the 4 years in Lasalle.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this 4 years hasn't been too tough or easy for me..&lt;br /&gt;i mean we all know that my school is quite open minded..&lt;br /&gt;Till a certain extent..&lt;br /&gt;but in terms of perspective..&lt;br /&gt;and also protection of the mind soul and spirit.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all ...&lt;br /&gt;favour..&lt;br /&gt;favour from work..&lt;br /&gt;jobs..&lt;br /&gt;there sure still be quite an unclear road if what i've plan is as what God wants it to be..&lt;br /&gt;but really there have been open doors that comes one after another..&lt;br /&gt;that i can't stop thanking God for...&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh ok check this out..&lt;br /&gt;previously..&lt;br /&gt;i saw one of my friend (whom i've no contact for a long while)&lt;br /&gt;her msn nick saying that her dad was in the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;in and out very often..&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it was really God's timing..&lt;br /&gt;and i somehow got drawn to her nick and i just click on her msn nick and say..&lt;br /&gt;hey you mind me praying for your family?&lt;br /&gt;and she went on sure..&lt;br /&gt;so i prayed for her..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the next day..&lt;br /&gt;HER DAD WAS DISCHARGED!!&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know after i prayed over msn..&lt;br /&gt;i was like..&lt;br /&gt;God how power can a prayer over msn be..&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow i prayed lo..&lt;br /&gt;but God reminded me about Faith...&lt;br /&gt;and i said oh ya oh ya..&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and see how God works..&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn~~&lt;br /&gt;getting tired..&lt;br /&gt;alrighty..&lt;br /&gt;see u guys soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3310766833010282960?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3310766833010282960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3310766833010282960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3310766833010282960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3310766833010282960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-of-faith-and-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8433790569476663564</id><published>2008-06-12T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:42:01.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>Bless are those who dwell in your house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO! HO! HO!&lt;br /&gt;It's praising God time AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED@@@!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;i really want to thank God for so many thing that happened recently..&lt;br /&gt;i Guess time after time..&lt;br /&gt;it has just proven that God just allow things to happened at that time that period etc..&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;like one of the stupiest moment of my life..&lt;br /&gt;i just blow up a job that was offered to me..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and well well.. i didn't bothered or i forgot to call back (can't remember which)whoever that had called me..&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse.. &lt;br /&gt;i only got to pay attention to the voice mail that was left behind 2 days later...&lt;br /&gt;i was like hur...&lt;br /&gt;crap!!&lt;br /&gt;and far worse they asked where did i call from and&lt;br /&gt;i was totally blur.. &lt;br /&gt;i just said..&lt;br /&gt;"oh i've applied some jobs i think.. &lt;br /&gt;and he is like u know which company is this?&lt;br /&gt;and i was like..&lt;br /&gt;erm.. not sure..&lt;br /&gt;and he went.. &lt;br /&gt;u know u should be aware of where u are applying..&lt;br /&gt;but anyways the jobs is not avilable any more.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TOTALLY ......&lt;br /&gt;I mean i was thinking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;if i lose the job nvm &lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY I SAID I'M NOT SURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;then lol..&lt;br /&gt;this is funny..&lt;br /&gt;cos the next moment i went on saying..&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe God has something else for me..&lt;br /&gt;because it's a job that needs to start soon..&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want it to clash with esther and elvin's wedding..&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe God just didn't want that job for me..&lt;br /&gt;lol.. &lt;br /&gt;it was super funny..&lt;br /&gt;through the night i'm just having thoughts like this..&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is always Good...&lt;br /&gt;he got it all planned out..&lt;br /&gt;just last week..&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 job offer..&lt;br /&gt;just within a day..&lt;br /&gt;everything was comfirmed..&lt;br /&gt;my first job may not be very well paid..&lt;br /&gt;becuase it's a few hours job..&lt;br /&gt;doing art direction for a film..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's good for port folio..&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd job was some editing project..&lt;br /&gt;For the People's association..&lt;br /&gt;and it's a 2 weeks job with quite good pay..&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;thinking with that God was great..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;God is good enough to say..&lt;br /&gt;"You know what my dear...&lt;br /&gt;i think i should give u more.."&lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before..&lt;br /&gt;i was just counting down the money that i've need to spend on different things..&lt;br /&gt;and one of it was the design of my name card..&lt;br /&gt;to promote myself..&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow i came out with my design..&lt;br /&gt;and i chat with my friend alittle..&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.. man..&lt;br /&gt;budget quite tight..&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea where to get money to print..&lt;br /&gt;cos it's like $24 for 2 box.&lt;br /&gt;it's not ex but my budget is tight..&lt;br /&gt;so well..&lt;br /&gt;yest Uncle Allan called me..&lt;br /&gt;and previously Wei Siang, Des, Caleb and me..&lt;br /&gt;we did this whole milk powder transfering thing..&lt;br /&gt;it's tough job but it's quite well paid..&lt;br /&gt;and well..&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Allan called and asked if we will wanna do it today morning..&lt;br /&gt;so i was like SURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;and See God knows our needs in the finance part..&lt;br /&gt;but he knew that we need rest also..&lt;br /&gt;so well today we had Ah Tan, Joash, Wei siang, Des and me &lt;br /&gt;and we did the first stack in like 30mins&lt;br /&gt;and there isn't enough bags..&lt;br /&gt;so we waited..&lt;br /&gt;in another words slacking..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;and at 2pm the boss was like..&lt;br /&gt;man the bag is not here yet..&lt;br /&gt;i think u guys go back lar.&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna come anyways..&lt;br /&gt;i'm like THANK YOU JESUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;cos i was very tired..&lt;br /&gt;due to the discussion i had with jeremy and sharon yest night till 2am..&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at 6:30am..&lt;br /&gt;so yawns~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Thank God for everything..&lt;br /&gt;he knows me inside out..&lt;br /&gt;so well..&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;What a great God i serve...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I love you Papa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8433790569476663564?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8433790569476663564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8433790569476663564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8433790569476663564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8433790569476663564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5826549106187260968</id><published>2008-06-07T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:05:31.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.somehow it hurts.</title><content type='html'>Papa in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;somehow it hurts me..&lt;br /&gt;everyday.. if we ever keep quiet and listen..&lt;br /&gt;listen to the things around us..&lt;br /&gt;you hear people screaming deep in themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember..&lt;br /&gt;about many years back..&lt;br /&gt;I once or rather many times..&lt;br /&gt;i cried to you every single night..&lt;br /&gt;wondering to myself.. &lt;br /&gt;why..&lt;br /&gt;why am i still affected?&lt;br /&gt;I cried to you quietly into my pillow..&lt;br /&gt;asking u about when.. &lt;br /&gt;when do i get over my feelings to a person..&lt;br /&gt;to a guy..&lt;br /&gt;i..&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt see where the ending line will come..&lt;br /&gt;where i can just sit by you..&lt;br /&gt;to just focus back to you..&lt;br /&gt;understanding that the love you can give me..&lt;br /&gt;The love that is unseen and untouchable..&lt;br /&gt;yet powerful in its own special way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't.. &lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't see when will it end..&lt;br /&gt;Until one day..&lt;br /&gt;someone told me..&lt;br /&gt;"Yvonne.. God wants you to be yourself..&lt;br /&gt;you are special in your own ways..&lt;br /&gt;dont..&lt;br /&gt;dont ever try to be someone else..&lt;br /&gt;because u are not them..&lt;br /&gt;there is only one Yvonne..&lt;br /&gt;no one can make another you..&lt;br /&gt;and hey..&lt;br /&gt;God says..&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;An apple in his eyes.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa..&lt;br /&gt;my heart melted for you..&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried..&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy...&lt;br /&gt;fully understood what u meant..&lt;br /&gt;Those words are so common and simple..&lt;br /&gt;but it broken and touches my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times.. &lt;br /&gt;when i look back at my previous blogs..&lt;br /&gt;i laugh to myself today..&lt;br /&gt;how silly i was..&lt;br /&gt;falling in and out of love..&lt;br /&gt;when the love from u..&lt;br /&gt;is beyond anything else..&lt;br /&gt;but i understood..&lt;br /&gt;we all go through times like this in our lives..&lt;br /&gt;everyone of us are different..&lt;br /&gt;we see, face and respond to things differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sorry my eyes is giving me a little problem..&lt;br /&gt; i need to finish this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;i heard and read about a teenager..&lt;br /&gt;whom i treasure..&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why papa..&lt;br /&gt;it's the same love issue..&lt;br /&gt;but papa..&lt;br /&gt;it somehow hurts me..&lt;br /&gt;i've seen so many have fallen into things like this..&lt;br /&gt;yet i went on without feeling anything..&lt;br /&gt;but this teenager..&lt;br /&gt;who is so pure and innocent in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;when i read about her life..&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart..&lt;br /&gt;i struggled..&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why i..&lt;br /&gt;i prayed in my heart to you..&lt;br /&gt;that...&lt;br /&gt;you will bring her through..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard things may seems..&lt;br /&gt;Papa..&lt;br /&gt;i know you know where she is heading..&lt;br /&gt;u know what's going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly u know how to handle it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;only you papa knows how to handle it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this msg and song is for you my dear friend, sister (the one and only person who will call me mummy)We still loves you as much as God loves you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When Love takes you In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ve heard the stories&lt;br /&gt;But they all sound too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;You’ve heard about a place called home&lt;br /&gt;But there doesn’t seem to be one for you&lt;br /&gt;So one more night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And drift off to a distant dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where love takes you in and everything changes&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts with the beat of a heart&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you home and says you belong here&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness ends and a new life begins&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere while you’re sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Someone else is dreaming too&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days until&lt;br /&gt;They hold you close and say I love you&lt;br /&gt;And like the rain that falls into the sea&lt;br /&gt;In a moment what has been is lost in what will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you in everything changes&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts with the beat of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this love will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that could ever&lt;br /&gt;cause this love to lose its hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you in everything changes&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts with the beat of a heart&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you home and says you belong here&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness ends and a new life begins&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you in it takes you in for good&lt;br /&gt;When love takes you in&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-7671265000212486583</id><published>2008-05-26T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:44:46.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.bless with what you have.</title><content type='html'>How many time do we actually find joy in blessing others..&lt;br /&gt;i guess right now.. &lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm experiencing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all i've to say i ain't RICH yeah..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's how God is..&lt;br /&gt;in time when u needed cash so badly..&lt;br /&gt;and u are in the lowest of the lowest point in your life..&lt;br /&gt;then God asked you to give what u are lack off..&lt;br /&gt;and we question..&lt;br /&gt;question God why..&lt;br /&gt;i mean why u always got be be like this..&lt;br /&gt;like so totally off..&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;the good news is that..&lt;br /&gt;when God ask you to give.. &lt;br /&gt;is when he is saying that he has something better installed for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently..&lt;br /&gt;God have been testing me on this..&lt;br /&gt;and well..&lt;br /&gt;i've to say that i found joy in blessing people..&lt;br /&gt;be it in things.. (ahem.. ipod)&lt;br /&gt;or talents...&lt;br /&gt;and hey.. listen to this..&lt;br /&gt;u know God actually listens to our smallest request also..&lt;br /&gt;we might think that it's such a stupid small request but God listens..&lt;br /&gt;(just incase you do not realize)&lt;br /&gt;like this afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;during the outreach..&lt;br /&gt;the drama team were presenting their drama piece..&lt;br /&gt;and they got one of the new comer to join this game called..&lt;br /&gt;"identity" &lt;br /&gt;and well the person won like $40bucks..&lt;br /&gt;just like this..&lt;br /&gt;and in my heart (i was joking with God.. seriously joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol u know i dont even actually realize i said that in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;i said..&lt;br /&gt;"wah.. i also want... 40 round up is 50 not bad "&lt;br /&gt;that's it..&lt;br /&gt;that's all i said or rather i said it in my heart without paying much attention to it..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah after evening i went to serve..&lt;br /&gt;cos one of our church member's mum passed away..&lt;br /&gt;not expecting anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was there playing the piano..&lt;br /&gt;with shirley leading...&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out..&lt;br /&gt;God had it all planned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.first blessing..&lt;br /&gt;i saw Bro kenny's car turning in..&lt;br /&gt;*WAHAHAHAH free ride back home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I saw food..&lt;br /&gt;*Dinner settle..&lt;br /&gt;(of cos i'm on a DIET!! so obviously i can't eat too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eunice (the daughter)&lt;br /&gt;she thank us for coming and gave me an white envelope &lt;br /&gt;and of cos i didn't expect that so i didn't reject it either..&lt;br /&gt;lol i said thanks and i didn't look inside..&lt;br /&gt;until i got home and realize it was in my pocket..&lt;br /&gt;and i open it..&lt;br /&gt;it was $50bucks lying inside..&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;i was overjoyed..&lt;br /&gt;cos once again..&lt;br /&gt;God reminded me about him listening to me..&lt;br /&gt;every single words that is spoken in my heart or outwards..&lt;br /&gt;he listens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;he listens..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-7671265000212486583?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/7671265000212486583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=7671265000212486583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7671265000212486583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/7671265000212486583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/05/bless-with-what-you-have.html' title='.bless with what you have.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5489251732344771586</id><published>2008-05-11T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:38:06.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary movie 5</title><content type='html'>lol.. &lt;br /&gt;this is funny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWZMk7VlGdo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWZMk7VlGdo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5489251732344771586?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5489251732344771586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5489251732344771586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5489251732344771586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5489251732344771586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/05/scary-movie-5.html' title='scary movie 5'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2731799015939689172</id><published>2008-05-07T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:14:28.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.hot from the oven.</title><content type='html'>Yawn~&lt;br /&gt;Ah jing just left my house..&lt;br /&gt;tired is all i can say man..&lt;br /&gt;no idea why also i guess i've woke up too early this morning..&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;not really that great of a morning i guess..&lt;br /&gt;anyways let's not go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;this video i've found and it's funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVxhAA6n1pw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVxhAA6n1pw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2731799015939689172?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2731799015939689172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2731799015939689172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2731799015939689172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2731799015939689172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-from-oven.html' title='.hot from the oven.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-9186390461359894615</id><published>2008-05-01T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:58:07.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over</title><content type='html'>man..&lt;br /&gt;it's been a month plus i blog i guess...&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well through this one month of media fast..&lt;br /&gt;basically we fast from media..&lt;br /&gt;meaning no T.V..blogs..Msn... Chatting..&lt;br /&gt;Watching movie (sigh)... what else..&lt;br /&gt;it's been a very interesting fast..&lt;br /&gt;though i've to admit that many times..&lt;br /&gt;i fast very select-ivily..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but yup.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOWWWWWW.....&lt;br /&gt;today is labour day..&lt;br /&gt;and it's public holiday...&lt;br /&gt;well this morning i went breakfast with my grandma and mum..&lt;br /&gt;as usual... the morninig breakfast club...&lt;br /&gt;and after which..&lt;br /&gt;i soon realize..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;public holidays is when the weakness of all singaporeans comes..&lt;br /&gt;i mean i'm a Singaporean..&lt;br /&gt;but seriously..&lt;br /&gt;why are people so impatient with things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;I was queing for the Korean food..&lt;br /&gt;and this auntie.. &lt;br /&gt;was behind me..&lt;br /&gt;problem here is..&lt;br /&gt;it's either the stall people have such bad management &lt;br /&gt;that the flow is just not right..&lt;br /&gt;or this auntie is seriously impatient with getting her food..&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow i ordered my food...&lt;br /&gt;she stand so close to me that if i just move alittle backwards..&lt;br /&gt;i will bumb onto her..&lt;br /&gt;but she dont care..&lt;br /&gt;she continue by moving between the person infront of me and me..&lt;br /&gt;and she insisted in ordering her food..&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i was like..*angerrrr...*&lt;br /&gt;but i just looked at her and smile...&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;I was at Lot 1 ordering pepper lunch..&lt;br /&gt;(ok though it's breakfast but by the time we were there it's lunch time actually)&lt;br /&gt;and Lady 1 was carrying her lunch..&lt;br /&gt;and there were so many people...&lt;br /&gt;there is this pillar that is so huge in the middle of the pathway..&lt;br /&gt;and as usual people doesn't gives way..&lt;br /&gt;this middle age Lady 2 was walking towards her..&lt;br /&gt;knowing that she is gonna walk and get stuck if she insist..&lt;br /&gt;Lady 1 just kindly say.. &lt;br /&gt;"let me cross first ok?" with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;then Lady 2 kept insisting in crossing first..&lt;br /&gt;Lady 1's food got poured over alittle..  &lt;br /&gt;and guess what? Lady 2 didn't care..&lt;br /&gt;she just went ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with people?&lt;br /&gt;certainly i'm proud to be a Singaporean but..&lt;br /&gt;i think we need to really think about our act and start doing something about it..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's alright it's alright..&lt;br /&gt;chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which my mum and i went walk walk alittle..&lt;br /&gt;and hehheh...&lt;br /&gt;my mum bought me 2 tees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here u go for the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SBmUAJRxMAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mtt5NVjbC4g/s1600-h/DSC_5112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SBmUAJRxMAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mtt5NVjbC4g/s320/DSC_5112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195346375359934466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty people..&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy your holiday..&lt;br /&gt;see u soon.. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je'taime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-9186390461359894615?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/9186390461359894615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=9186390461359894615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9186390461359894615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/9186390461359894615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/SBmUAJRxMAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mtt5NVjbC4g/s72-c/DSC_5112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5162650830523786960</id><published>2008-03-27T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:51:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Improv everywhere"</title><content type='html'>this is kinda interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen People &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LKbCGV8aH4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LKbCGV8aH4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Center Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5162650830523786960?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5162650830523786960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5162650830523786960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5162650830523786960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5162650830523786960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/03/improv-everywhere.html' title='&quot;Improv everywhere&quot;'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3748834675861256536</id><published>2008-03-21T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:09:09.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ken lee'</title><content type='html'>this is funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3748834675861256536?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3748834675861256536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3748834675861256536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3748834675861256536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3748834675861256536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/03/ken-lee.html' title='&apos;Ken lee&apos;'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4955523849068845926</id><published>2008-03-20T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:42:06.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing shoot</title><content type='html'>These are the pic for Toh's shoot..&lt;br /&gt;Missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures for Missing production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FM--zrpBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KxFK2KibyZ0/s1600-h/DSC_3857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FM--zrpBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KxFK2KibyZ0/s320/DSC_3857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505691348149266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FM_uzrpCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8yEcHBmhB40/s1600-h/DSC_3860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FM_uzrpCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8yEcHBmhB40/s320/DSC_3860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505704233051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAOzrpDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yuvkpuKNCG0/s1600-h/DSC_3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAOzrpDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yuvkpuKNCG0/s320/DSC_3868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505712822985778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAezrpEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AKRM45OSgLs/s1600-h/DSC_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAezrpEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AKRM45OSgLs/s320/DSC_3880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505717117953090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAuzrpFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OlMq7LW7aC0/s1600-h/DSC_3881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FNAuzrpFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OlMq7LW7aC0/s320/DSC_3881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505721412920402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOiuzrpGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hPfIcse8_ak/s1600-h/DSC_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOiuzrpGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hPfIcse8_ak/s320/DSC_3886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507405040100450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOjuzrpHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dOPrSXDmLQ8/s1600-h/DSC_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOjuzrpHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dOPrSXDmLQ8/s320/DSC_3925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507422219969650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOj-zrpII/AAAAAAAAAeA/PP2PywwgUps/s1600-h/DSC_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOj-zrpII/AAAAAAAAAeA/PP2PywwgUps/s320/DSC_3965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507426514936962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOkOzrpJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WB6nKS-Uwl4/s1600-h/DSC_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOkOzrpJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WB6nKS-Uwl4/s320/DSC_4046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507430809904274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOkezrpKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DjbJKkILA1M/s1600-h/DSC_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FOkezrpKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DjbJKkILA1M/s320/DSC_4288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507435104871586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPxuzrpLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3FYQYZjuB_Y/s1600-h/DSC_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPxuzrpLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3FYQYZjuB_Y/s320/DSC_4301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179508762249766066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPx-zrpMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mgb1RpXh6Fg/s1600-h/DSC_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPx-zrpMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mgb1RpXh6Fg/s320/DSC_4269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179508766544733378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyOzrpNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VvVvm5ODKwM/s1600-h/DSC_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyOzrpNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VvVvm5ODKwM/s320/DSC_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179508770839700690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyezrpOI/AAAAAAAAAew/rWns1sao_m4/s1600-h/DSC_4372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyezrpOI/AAAAAAAAAew/rWns1sao_m4/s320/DSC_4372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179508775134668002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyuzrpPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/lKcQZ6ss5cc/s1600-h/DSC_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FPyuzrpPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/lKcQZ6ss5cc/s320/DSC_4342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179508779429635314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-4955523849068845926?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/4955523849068845926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=4955523849068845926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4955523849068845926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/4955523849068845926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-shoot.html' title='Missing shoot'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R-FM--zrpBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KxFK2KibyZ0/s72-c/DSC_3857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2615525665524212072</id><published>2008-03-16T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:38:01.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>hey hey..&lt;br /&gt;i've been super tired these few days that..&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten to blog..&lt;br /&gt;anyhow yup photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| tOilet shoot |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEOzro6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZsPc6oALrbI/s1600-h/DSC_3496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEOzro6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZsPc6oALrbI/s320/DSC_3496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346896286786466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris (the ang mor) and Jason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEezro7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Iy2_Jn3BsLU/s1600-h/DSC_3524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEezro7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Iy2_Jn3BsLU/s320/DSC_3524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346900581753778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eDEN the clapper... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEezro8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/uUVlhnPfLEE/s1600-h/DSC_3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEezro8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/uUVlhnPfLEE/s320/DSC_3609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346900581753794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoo.. the caNe marKs i've created.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEuzro9I/AAAAAAAAAco/ermAHQOdnmY/s1600-h/DSC_3641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEuzro9I/AAAAAAAAAco/ermAHQOdnmY/s320/DSC_3641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346904876721106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GreEn botTLe wiTH gREEN LIght Sticks IN It..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEuzro-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/FQ4kg7h50GA/s1600-h/DSC_3656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEuzro-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/FQ4kg7h50GA/s320/DSC_3656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346904876721122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThE toiELT thAT i'VE CreatED fRom Just 4 wAlLS.. &lt;br /&gt;(tOns oF sWEatSSss.. and ArgUmeNTS.. anD whaTEver u Can THINK of.. comEs thIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90wQezro_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/xB2jokfrwc4/s1600-h/DSC_3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90wQezro_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/xB2jokfrwc4/s320/DSC_3658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348206251811826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHE oTHer SiDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90wQuzrpAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/N6TIaoI-fBg/s1600-h/DSC_3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90wQuzrpAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/N6TIaoI-fBg/s320/DSC_3667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348210546779138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yUp..&lt;br /&gt;HopE U enjoYed THe pHotoS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2615525665524212072?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2615525665524212072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2615525665524212072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2615525665524212072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2615525665524212072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/03/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R90vEOzro6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZsPc6oALrbI/s72-c/DSC_3496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-643248724875418698</id><published>2008-03-02T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:43:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the excitement of serving</title><content type='html'>ho ho ho...&lt;br /&gt;it's not christmas time..&lt;br /&gt;but it's Praising God time..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was as if God was smiling at you when &lt;br /&gt;he saw you worship soooo deeply &lt;br /&gt;- Esther Foong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking what was it about..&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;After i think about a month..&lt;br /&gt;not serving on stage..&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss the feel of singing and serving at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use to complain about it..&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm seriously enjoying it..&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;today it was another session of enjoyment while serving..&lt;br /&gt;and once again.. &lt;br /&gt;that's what i prayed about at the start of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD for everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;we were doing hand billing &lt;br /&gt;around david's auntie's house..&lt;br /&gt;and it was kinda funny..&lt;br /&gt;cos many time dont u realize that..&lt;br /&gt;when situations are not there..&lt;br /&gt;u can speak as if the sky fall we wont even be scared..&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes..&lt;br /&gt;we are speechless..&lt;br /&gt;and that's what happened to me..&lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;br /&gt;i stood by the door not knowing what to say..&lt;br /&gt;and plainly end up..&lt;br /&gt;speaking in english..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half chinese.. half english..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but anyhow point is..&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the session..&lt;br /&gt;i was just walking home..&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this bunch of aunties..&lt;br /&gt;no idea why but my attention was drawn to them..&lt;br /&gt;and i was like..&lt;br /&gt;uih God do it?&lt;br /&gt;dont do it?&lt;br /&gt;do it?&lt;br /&gt;and God said...&lt;br /&gt;"Girl ah!! Imagine if u dont do it..&lt;br /&gt;WHO WILL??"&lt;br /&gt;so i was like..&lt;br /&gt;ok lar ok lar..&lt;br /&gt;i went..&lt;br /&gt;and trust me..&lt;br /&gt;when u are targetting a bunch of aunties..&lt;br /&gt;you need to know who is the leader of the group..&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the leader of the group..&lt;br /&gt;and spoke to her.. &lt;br /&gt;and end up.. &lt;br /&gt;she was like..&lt;br /&gt;"A want to  go for this programme.. &lt;br /&gt;we all go lar.."&lt;br /&gt;so yes..&lt;br /&gt;long story short..&lt;br /&gt;she is interested!&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again..&lt;br /&gt;THank God for it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-643248724875418698?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/643248724875418698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=643248724875418698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/643248724875418698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/643248724875418698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/03/excitement-of-serving.html' title='the excitement of serving'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2664630712139629418</id><published>2008-02-25T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:01:35.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'The miracle' Shoot</title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh..&lt;br /&gt;well past few nights have been helping out in Dinu's shoot..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah almost everyday got home really late..&lt;br /&gt;like 3am.. &lt;br /&gt;and gets to sleep like 4am..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok i think as a whole..&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty enjoying it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright here are the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIM3HrwI/AAAAAAAAAao/gOiPmFB2Mco/s1600-h/DSC_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIM3HrwI/AAAAAAAAAao/gOiPmFB2Mco/s320/DSC_3340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915365391675138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room that we had the painful session with Chris D has been transform into&lt;br /&gt;the 'No Hope Hospital' lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIc3HrxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bDbdGZT5y04/s1600-h/DSC_3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIc3HrxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bDbdGZT5y04/s320/DSC_3341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915369686642450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HD Verri cam.. It's the baby of the day.. needs like 3 person to take care of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIs3HryI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UZr3XLQTqeI/s1600-h/DSC_3354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIs3HryI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UZr3XLQTqeI/s320/DSC_3354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915373981609762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound guy... soon it will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LII83HrzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OsOA3jDbAHM/s1600-h/DSC_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LII83HrzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OsOA3jDbAHM/s320/DSC_3368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915378276577074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris S with the tracks and monitor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LII83Hr0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/VIttEh04mRw/s1600-h/DSC_3379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LII83Hr0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/VIttEh04mRw/s320/DSC_3379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915378276577090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinu with the director's monitor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJk83Hr1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TnsiU5xP8L8/s1600-h/DSC_3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJk83Hr1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TnsiU5xP8L8/s320/DSC_3388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916958824542034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJlc3Hr2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gA-LwdBSNvA/s1600-h/DSC_3404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJlc3Hr2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gA-LwdBSNvA/s320/DSC_3404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916967414476642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJls3Hr3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/XFy_JdW0cjE/s1600-h/DSC_3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJls3Hr3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/XFy_JdW0cjE/s320/DSC_3416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916971709443954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJl83Hr4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/0hqV52JROgM/s1600-h/DSC_3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJl83Hr4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/0hqV52JROgM/s320/DSC_3429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916976004411266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJmM3Hr5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/bTo8dFZKg3U/s1600-h/DSC_3465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJmM3Hr5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/bTo8dFZKg3U/s320/DSC_3465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916980299378578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ8c3Hr6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/RCaBdKYdgtE/s1600-h/DSC_3478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ8c3Hr6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/RCaBdKYdgtE/s320/DSC_3478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170917362551467938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ8s3Hr7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/l2jzPw-2Yd0/s1600-h/DSC_3485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ8s3Hr7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/l2jzPw-2Yd0/s320/DSC_3485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170917366846435250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda the doctor.. &lt;br /&gt;I told her to beware of her Wardrobe and that's what she did.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ9s3Hr8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5-BJ6uGEC1o/s1600-h/DSC_3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LJ9s3Hr8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5-BJ6uGEC1o/s320/DSC_3487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170917384026304450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..&lt;br /&gt;more to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2664630712139629418?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2664630712139629418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2664630712139629418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2664630712139629418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2664630712139629418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/miracle-shoot.html' title='&apos;The miracle&apos; Shoot'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R8LIIM3HrwI/AAAAAAAAAao/gOiPmFB2Mco/s72-c/DSC_3340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3640197952017213758</id><published>2008-02-22T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:06:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.my busy season.</title><content type='html'>well well well...&lt;br /&gt;after so many months of waiting..&lt;br /&gt;and waiting and waiting to get busy..&lt;br /&gt;at least!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CHANCE IS HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting seriously busy now..&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday i've tonss of meeting to attend to..&lt;br /&gt;which is good i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling much useless for the past few months..&lt;br /&gt;and sigh yest..&lt;br /&gt;this week i've lose alittle of motivation on my jogging plan..&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;(always has to have a but.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;TODAY i went jogging..&lt;br /&gt;since last week..&lt;br /&gt;today morning i went jogging..&lt;br /&gt;therefore..&lt;br /&gt;i've one more day to pick to jog..&lt;br /&gt;so thank God still alright..&lt;br /&gt;but yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting seriously busy..&lt;br /&gt;so will not blog that often..&lt;br /&gt;hope you wont m iss me that much..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright..&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken today to entertain you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72unc3HrpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hSCq9uj82L8/s1600-h/DSC_3258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72unc3HrpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hSCq9uj82L8/s320/DSC_3258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479940076711570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new location for "Toilet" messy ya.. this is the pre-light session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72un83HrqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gs-d2SNFFwY/s1600-h/DSC_3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72un83HrqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gs-d2SNFFwY/s320/DSC_3272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479948666646178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my dear camera man Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72un83HrrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WvygA9Hm2vU/s1600-h/DSC_3297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72un83HrrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WvygA9Hm2vU/s320/DSC_3297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479948666646194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my  director Joshua reading his script or shot list.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72uoM3HrsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/utDKWfSXKXE/s1600-h/DSC_3298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72uoM3HrsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/utDKWfSXKXE/s320/DSC_3298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479952961613506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!! and i found this red chair.. looks cool.. love the red..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72uoc3HrtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ChHpuZzR-bI/s1600-h/DSC_3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72uoc3HrtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ChHpuZzR-bI/s320/DSC_3301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479957256580818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again henry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72vc83HruI/AAAAAAAAAaY/910vf4jWy8o/s1600-h/DSC_3321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72vc83HruI/AAAAAAAAAaY/910vf4jWy8o/s320/DSC_3321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169480859199712994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72vdM3HrvI/AAAAAAAAAag/o_rtC7kbgFs/s1600-h/DSC_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72vdM3HrvI/AAAAAAAAAag/o_rtC7kbgFs/s320/DSC_3322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169480863494680306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3640197952017213758?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3640197952017213758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3640197952017213758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3640197952017213758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3640197952017213758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-busy-season.html' title='.my busy season.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R72unc3HrpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hSCq9uj82L8/s72-c/DSC_3258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2581204532876205744</id><published>2008-02-16T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:19:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atonement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7bUQc3HroI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IQ1IJx7drCQ/s1600-h/atonement_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7bUQc3HroI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IQ1IJx7drCQ/s320/atonement_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167551001544601218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atonement..&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting film that i've watched today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot Outline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1935, 13-year-old fledgling writer Briony Tallis and her family live a life of wealth and privilege in their enormous mansion. On the warmest day of the year, the country estate takes on an unsettling hothouse atmosphere, stoking Briony's vivid imagination. Robbie Turner, the educated son of the family's housekeeper, carries a torch for Briony's headstrong older sister Cecilia. Cecilia, he hopes, has comparable feelings; all it will take is one spark for this relationship to combust. When it does, Briony -- who has a crush on Robbie -- is compelled to interfere, going so far as accusing Robbie of a crime he did not commit. Cecilia and Robbie declare their love for each other, but he is arrested -- and with Briony bearing false witness, the course of three lives is changed forever. Briony continues to seek forgiveness for her childhood misdeed. Through a terrible and courageous act of imagination, she finds the path to her uncertain atonement, and to an understanding of the power of enduring love. &lt;br /&gt;-Written by Orange&lt;br /&gt;*taken from imdb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you all should catch it if you can..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2581204532876205744?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2581204532876205744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2581204532876205744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2581204532876205744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2581204532876205744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/atonement.html' title='atonement'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7bUQc3HroI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IQ1IJx7drCQ/s72-c/atonement_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-3685834597838223769</id><published>2008-02-15T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:09:17.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my precious funny papa</title><content type='html'>Who says God has to be serious all the time?&lt;br /&gt;who  says God has to speak with a heavy english language all the time?&lt;br /&gt;and Who says God is never funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today's net has reminded me about..&lt;br /&gt;how God is flexiable..&lt;br /&gt;We! Humans will get out dated with the things we know..&lt;br /&gt;the things we use..&lt;br /&gt;the words we say..&lt;br /&gt;but hey GoD always update his RAM and dictionary..&lt;br /&gt;words like Lame.Lol.la.lei.sia...&lt;br /&gt;God knows and understands...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he even uses it...&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;he is such a awesome papa that..&lt;br /&gt;is beyond words can describe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times..&lt;br /&gt;i've to be so proud that my papa in heaven is so hip..&lt;br /&gt;cos it's like any teenager would feels and thinks that..&lt;br /&gt;their father won't understand what they are going through today..&lt;br /&gt;but no this father of mine in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;he understands...&lt;br /&gt;he is one who will dance around with you till people thinks both of you are crazy..&lt;br /&gt;he is one who will sing along with you on your way home..&lt;br /&gt;one who listens the  music that u listens..&lt;br /&gt;one who sits by your side to listens to your problems..&lt;br /&gt;one who put his arms over your shoulder and say..&lt;br /&gt;"everything will be fine my child"&lt;br /&gt;one who will sleep by your side to read you a story..&lt;br /&gt;one who will wakes up in the morning, smiles at you and gives you a kiss on the cheek..&lt;br /&gt;i can go on and on about how great he is...&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7Wq7M3HrnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sB4t3YrOd5Y/s1600-h/475664119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7Wq7M3HrnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sB4t3YrOd5Y/s320/475664119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167224081518931570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to have him as my father...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-3685834597838223769?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/3685834597838223769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=3685834597838223769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3685834597838223769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/3685834597838223769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-precious-funny-papa.html' title='my precious funny papa'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7Wq7M3HrnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sB4t3YrOd5Y/s72-c/475664119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-4805238258405837507</id><published>2008-02-14T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:42:27.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone..&lt;br /&gt;hope your valentine's day have been great yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today have been a usual day for me..&lt;br /&gt;i guess things have come my way so much that..&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda slow to realize that today is Valentine's day..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;many of us today might be thinking about all the past..&lt;br /&gt;relationships we have and thought..&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone this year.. sobbbss..&lt;br /&gt;oR!!&lt;br /&gt;Yosh! It's great that i have an extra day for myself..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter which way it falls unto..&lt;br /&gt;i think besides being so lovie davie..&lt;br /&gt;maybe let's put it another way..&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day with someone whom mean alot to you...&lt;br /&gt;your buddy?&lt;br /&gt;your parents?&lt;br /&gt;your  sisters and brothers?&lt;br /&gt;Of cos i know the feel of spending time with someone you "love"&lt;br /&gt;is different..&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come man..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lastest song i've upload is..&lt;br /&gt;"Can't take my eyes off you" by Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;In a film Called "Closer"&lt;br /&gt;a really nice film..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7Rgp83HrmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/phv5VigVBlY/s1600-h/214379677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R7Rgp83HrmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/phv5VigVBlY/s72-c/214379677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-8753699006491033067</id><published>2008-02-12T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:40:55.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Soda is still ain't that healthy.</title><content type='html'>lord.. &lt;br /&gt;what else are we left with??&lt;br /&gt;sobs sobss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys do watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?cl=6393070&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-8753699006491033067?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/8753699006491033067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=8753699006491033067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8753699006491033067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/8753699006491033067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/diet-soda-is-still-aint-that-healthy.html' title='Diet Soda is still ain&apos;t that healthy.'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1345841557141458656</id><published>2008-02-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:58:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again my papa's promises done</title><content type='html'>oh well..&lt;br /&gt;once again my hero..&lt;br /&gt;aka papa..&lt;br /&gt;aka father in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;has gave me a new refreshing moment on stage singing..&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;i was dead tired...&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;cos i've been in church like the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;you realize that as you grow older..&lt;br /&gt;your body can't take it when u got to stay through..&lt;br /&gt;but yes..&lt;br /&gt;i prayed before i went on stage..&lt;br /&gt;and i told God..&lt;br /&gt;"so papa.. what's new today?&lt;br /&gt;bring it on.. lol"&lt;br /&gt;of cos again..&lt;br /&gt;papa never tell me the answer..&lt;br /&gt;he always wants me to discover it myself...&lt;br /&gt;and yes today..&lt;br /&gt;it was high at the start..&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the service..&lt;br /&gt;man i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;tears in my heart just bust out..&lt;br /&gt;cos all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;God reminded me about what i've been asking God about..&lt;br /&gt;"when is it time for me to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 28:19-20&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them&lt;br /&gt;in the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Teach&lt;br /&gt;These new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And&lt;br /&gt;be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's mission week..&lt;br /&gt;so of cos we will be like..&lt;br /&gt;God WHYY..&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I GO??&lt;br /&gt;then we cry and cry..&lt;br /&gt;but seriously when i was planning my future rout..&lt;br /&gt;i was telling God about my plans..&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me..&lt;br /&gt;"aa girl.. acha you got so many thing..&lt;br /&gt;when mission?"&lt;br /&gt;then i'm like..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya hor...&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i told Papa..&lt;br /&gt;"whenever you want me to..&lt;br /&gt;BUT! &lt;br /&gt;must let me be prepared first...&lt;br /&gt;as in my heart prepared le then u tell me"&lt;br /&gt;dont suddenly say tmr..&lt;br /&gt;then i will faint..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that once again..&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;serving on stage singing..&lt;br /&gt;but it's something new..&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;PAPA WA SU KAH LI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-1345841557141458656?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/1345841557141458656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=1345841557141458656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1345841557141458656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1345841557141458656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-again-my-papas-promises-done.html' title='once again my papa&apos;s promises done'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5411834546739237065</id><published>2008-02-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:19:15.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not too happy =(</title><content type='html'>sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;but this evening was one of the bad evenings that i have...&lt;br /&gt;how can a teddy bear be sad?&lt;br /&gt;how can it be...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;after so much of planning..&lt;br /&gt;all my plans are just down the drain...&lt;br /&gt;my projects...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've to pick myself up and continue to run the race..&lt;br /&gt;it's tough..&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to move on i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the teddy bear is sad..&lt;br /&gt;the teddy bear just wish to be in the mist of the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows her...&lt;br /&gt;and just take photos of anything..&lt;br /&gt;and just cry to God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all..&lt;br /&gt;I still will get my job done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis here are your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs09Z93YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bC-yjwh4MCw/s1600-h/DSC_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs09Z93YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bC-yjwh4MCw/s320/DSC_3076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144786151857538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs2NZ93ZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qgIbKzRGHBU/s1600-h/DSC_3077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs2NZ93ZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qgIbKzRGHBU/s320/DSC_3077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144807626694034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs2tZ93aI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oHK_i_2lIQc/s1600-h/DSC_3081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs2tZ93aI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oHK_i_2lIQc/s320/DSC_3081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144816216628642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5411834546739237065?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5411834546739237065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5411834546739237065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5411834546739237065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5411834546739237065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-too-happy.html' title='not too happy =('/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6cs09Z93YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bC-yjwh4MCw/s72-c/DSC_3076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2161301113547156095</id><published>2008-02-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:06:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures order</title><content type='html'>alright..&lt;br /&gt;thought i told mei jing that..&lt;br /&gt;i was dying to blog yest..&lt;br /&gt;right after  edge..&lt;br /&gt;but well as usual..&lt;br /&gt;i got tired and i forgotten to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anything..&lt;br /&gt;well i would wanna thank God today..&lt;br /&gt;very simple reason..&lt;br /&gt;cos he answered my prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last month's worship ministry meeting..&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to pray for each other..&lt;br /&gt;on what do we expects frm God in this coming year..&lt;br /&gt;and i told God and my 2 friends... (ber and ah tan)&lt;br /&gt;that i wanna have a fresh feel every single time i serve on stage..&lt;br /&gt;it's so true that..&lt;br /&gt;many times..&lt;br /&gt;we serve cos we were asked to..&lt;br /&gt;cos of many different reasons...&lt;br /&gt;but beyond asking God for me not to take each duty like a duty..&lt;br /&gt;i've asked God for a fresh new  feel...&lt;br /&gt;just like sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;we can do the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;but each time is a new feel..&lt;br /&gt;a new kinda of excitment that will burn in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;(if you know what i mean lol).&lt;br /&gt;but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;indeed today evening service..&lt;br /&gt;before service i was so tired..&lt;br /&gt;lying around hoping that there will be a bed appear in front of me for me to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;when i'm serving on stage..&lt;br /&gt;God answered my prayer just right there...&lt;br /&gt;i felt a new excitment...&lt;br /&gt;a new feel to just move..&lt;br /&gt;clap...&lt;br /&gt;sing..&lt;br /&gt;whatever u have..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;it's just a feeling that i guess is beyond explaination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha alright alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures time...&lt;br /&gt;i've too many pictures that i can't possibly upload it...&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow this is what i've came out with..&lt;br /&gt;if you see any pic that you like..&lt;br /&gt;pls do place your orders (for free see i so good)&lt;br /&gt;on my tag box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmH9Z93RI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DQFv2xc4AX4/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmH9Z93RI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DQFv2xc4AX4/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785572267089170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmINZ93SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Dx_f-6_AJeo/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmINZ93SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Dx_f-6_AJeo/s320/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785576562056482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmINZ93TI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DXUSHgmpnV8/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmINZ93TI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DXUSHgmpnV8/s320/Page_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785576562056498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmItZ93UI/AAAAAAAAAYg/48DY1rzrrJg/s1600-h/Page_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmItZ93UI/AAAAAAAAAYg/48DY1rzrrJg/s320/Page_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785585151991106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmItZ93VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sNhyJtjlbYE/s1600-h/Page_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmItZ93VI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sNhyJtjlbYE/s320/Page_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785585151991122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmZdZ93WI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ywkv3t0QkD0/s1600-h/Page_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmZdZ93WI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ywkv3t0QkD0/s320/Page_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785872914799970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmZtZ93XI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IRQTJfldMpk/s1600-h/Page_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmZtZ93XI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IRQTJfldMpk/s320/Page_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785877209767282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2161301113547156095?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2161301113547156095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2161301113547156095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2161301113547156095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2161301113547156095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures-order.html' title='pictures order'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6XmH9Z93RI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DQFv2xc4AX4/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2281410442712495033</id><published>2008-02-02T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:19:01.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6NGFNZ93QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o6iVuCLihoA/s1600-h/DSC_2912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6NGFNZ93QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o6iVuCLihoA/s320/DSC_2912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162046653208583426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SHOPPING DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;bought quite a few stuff..&lt;br /&gt;really good deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like lydia said...&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if like we are having a wrap up party..&lt;br /&gt;with such deals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$55 bucks for...&lt;br /&gt;2 Top (one formal and one casual)&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottom..&lt;br /&gt;from mark and spancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA YOU ROCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2281410442712495033?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2281410442712495033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2281410442712495033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2281410442712495033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2281410442712495033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R6NGFNZ93QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o6iVuCLihoA/s72-c/DSC_2912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-1164552248678478612</id><published>2008-01-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:33:37.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God do commnicates</title><content type='html'>have you ever thought about...&lt;br /&gt;the amount of ways God could possibly commnicates with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;well to me..&lt;br /&gt;God always commnicates with me in either a joking way..&lt;br /&gt;or a serious way..&lt;br /&gt;most of thhe time...&lt;br /&gt;he ask me questions...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm a lazy thinker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;ya..&lt;br /&gt;i realize..&lt;br /&gt;so many things about God that i dont think about last time..&lt;br /&gt;like God can talk to you machiam we "ah-ka-liao" for years...&lt;br /&gt;all the funny lame things you normally talk to your friends about..&lt;br /&gt;he does that also...&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya lar...&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i knew him as my Father..&lt;br /&gt;my God and my saviour...&lt;br /&gt;cos he had gave me so much...&lt;br /&gt;that i can never stop thanking him about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aLRIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;today no pictures to share..&lt;br /&gt;so i've picked up one of the email that was send to me..&lt;br /&gt;by my classmate..&lt;br /&gt;kinda funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYS TO MAINTAIN A HEALTHY LEVEL OF INSANITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At lunch time, Sit in your parked car with sunglasses on &lt;br /&gt;    and point a hair dryer at Passing Cars. See if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over the intercom. Don't Disguise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone asks you to do something, Ask if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it 'IN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put Decaf in the Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once everyone has gotten over their&lt;br /&gt;    Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In The memo Field of all your checks, Write ' For Smuggling Diamonds'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish all your sentences with 'In Accordance with the prophecy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't use any punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As Often as possible, Skip rather than Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Order a Diet water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify that your drive-through order is 'To Go'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to a poetry recital and ask Why the poems dont's rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Five days in Advance, Tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When the money comes out the ATM, Scream 'I Won!, I Won!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling 'Run foro your lives, they're Loose!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell your children over dinner. 'Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh &lt;br /&gt;such a long list..&lt;br /&gt;but yes..&lt;br /&gt;remember to Tag ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je'taime &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-1164552248678478612?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/1164552248678478612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=1164552248678478612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1164552248678478612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/1164552248678478612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-do-commnicates.html' title='God do commnicates'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-2249145004098038496</id><published>2008-01-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:41:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humble servant</title><content type='html'>oh well..&lt;br /&gt;today was indeed a very interesting day...&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i'm at nus..&lt;br /&gt;and met up with esther to have lunch..&lt;br /&gt;and em..&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch cos bernie can only meet me around 5pm..&lt;br /&gt;so well esther just ask me..&lt;br /&gt;you come for my lect lar..&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;i'm like serious?&lt;br /&gt;then anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;yes i set in the class...&lt;br /&gt;while everyone is looking at their notes..&lt;br /&gt;and trying to listen..&lt;br /&gt;i was drawing..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;em  ya but i was a good student ok...&lt;br /&gt;pay attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually today..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to share something..&lt;br /&gt;yest during prayer meeting..&lt;br /&gt;kinda got a prayer focus..&lt;br /&gt;no idea why but..&lt;br /&gt;in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;while worshipping..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;i just started to tell God..&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;take this heart of mine...&lt;br /&gt;make me as humble servant..&lt;br /&gt;who just wanna deal with your business..&lt;br /&gt;cos i knwo when..&lt;br /&gt;i take care of yours..&lt;br /&gt;you will take care of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future holds so many things..&lt;br /&gt;so many things that i wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna learnt..&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a never ending learning process for my life..&lt;br /&gt;but i know my papa up in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;had plan the path for me..&lt;br /&gt;and he will guide me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-2249145004098038496?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/2249145004098038496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=2249145004098038496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2249145004098038496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/2249145004098038496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/01/humble-servant.html' title='humble servant'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198049.post-5145882661934843465</id><published>2008-01-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:24:19.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cross country</title><content type='html'>woooot...&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;what a day...&lt;br /&gt;today was the corp youth acti day..&lt;br /&gt;so well our region is incharge&lt;br /&gt;so we had cross country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was given a role to take photos so therefore..&lt;br /&gt;i'm the photographer... &lt;br /&gt;(duh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;ii...&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten to CHARGE MY BATT!!!&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;like of all things..&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten about the batt...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;is that a sign of getting old?&lt;br /&gt;or excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh moving to 21 this year)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt; after which we went for edge...&lt;br /&gt;Now we are moving into a series of message that entitles..&lt;br /&gt;Heroes...&lt;br /&gt;interesting message..&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to hear more of it...&lt;br /&gt;(i'm quite a fan of heroes the T.V show..&lt;br /&gt;I'M AT SEASON 2 LIAO.. lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright here are some of the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUDvu9hKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bbdncq_2W1w/s1600-h/DSC_2809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUDvu9hKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bbdncq_2W1w/s320/DSC_2809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206577878238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programmes of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUD_u9hLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KvJr4-N7QgQ/s1600-h/DSC_2792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUD_u9hLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KvJr4-N7QgQ/s320/DSC_2792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206582173205682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only thing that we want no matter what it takes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUD_u9hMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/17bmTWUc6ag/s1600-h/DSC_2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUD_u9hMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/17bmTWUc6ag/s320/DSC_2796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206582173205698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ah Tan whom have yawn even before the whole thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUEPu9hNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dtpOFSr-OWk/s1600-h/DSC_2811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUEPu9hNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dtpOFSr-OWk/s320/DSC_2811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206586468173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our banner!! whoo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUEPu9hOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/l6F-7WBx4HY/s1600-h/DSC_2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUEPu9hOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/l6F-7WBx4HY/s320/DSC_2822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206586468173026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana who is quite sad cos she dont really feel like running.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVUvu9hPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QmOvRFer-ok/s1600-h/DSC_2840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVUvu9hPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QmOvRFer-ok/s320/DSC_2840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207969447642354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it's the Charlie Angels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVUvu9hQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wjDtcCOajvw/s1600-h/DSC_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVUvu9hQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wjDtcCOajvw/s320/DSC_2848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207969447642370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warming up, upper body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVU_u9hRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q8aVIULsMPo/s1600-h/DSC_2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVU_u9hRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q8aVIULsMPo/s320/DSC_2851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207973742609682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more warm up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVU_u9hSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Yom6fMpxA6k/s1600-h/DSC_2859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVU_u9hSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Yom6fMpxA6k/s320/DSC_2859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207973742609698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People getting ready at the starting line.. andddd.. GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVVPu9hTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6hEEiGqwV4U/s1600-h/DSC_2892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IVVPu9hTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6hEEiGqwV4U/s320/DSC_2892.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157207978037577010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other challenge of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after which...&lt;br /&gt;my batt kinda went dead...&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm charging it...&lt;br /&gt;yup...&lt;br /&gt;hope the photos are fun enough to entertain you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7198049-5145882661934843465?l=loov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/feeds/5145882661934843465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7198049&amp;postID=5145882661934843465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5145882661934843465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7198049/posts/default/5145882661934843465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loov.blogspot.com/2008/01/cross-country.html' title='the cross country'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452529137138396501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1S1ErS90rZA/R5IUDvu9hKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Bbdncq_2W1w/s72-c/DSC_2809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
