<?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-17639188</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:30:15.519-08:00</updated><category term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Free4ever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-782731586826424122</id><published>2012-01-27T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:30:15.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~NOT The End~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After more than 6 years of pouring and ranting my thoughts here on this piece of digital canvas, although i don't post as often as i would have liked to. Mostly cause i think that my writing is not good enough or not worth people reading. Alot of times, i wanna post something but just end up shoving it under the covers of my mind, thinking that there are many more interesting writers &amp;amp; bloggers out there.. Who in the world would wanna listen to my rambling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, i've come to realise the power of sharing now in this digital world. Maybe someday, i pray that what i've experienced and learnt would be able to help someone one day. Just as how others have helped me along my journey thus far. I'm grateful for how faithful this blog has been with me, bearing with all my thoughts &amp;amp; ramblings. &lt;/span&gt;I treasure every piece of memories whether said or unsaid, the good and the bad. They had a role to play. But now, i think its come the season and time to move on to another a new chapter in another blog, sort of like a new beginning of another part of my journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its been an amazing journey thus far and God has been so awesome, i really thank God for all that He's done and brought me through the past few years. This new blog is a new beginning and also some reflections of the past. So, I do pray that if you're not already bored with me,do stay tuned and check out my new blog with a new layout and all at   &lt;a href="http://stripped2thecore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stripped2thecore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. See ya'll there.. 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Don't worry, i'm not going to stop blogging, its just that i think its time for a new beginning after so many years of blogging here. So see you in my new blog :) cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Chapter 3: The Interview&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So, settling down on a set of comfortable chairs with a cup of steaming coffee, Jane started off the interview, “Okay, so let’s see...Where shall we begin? Mr. Gardner, tell me what is all the hype about this new discovery of yours? What is it all about?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“Please, call me Tim. Well, it all began when I was looking into the basic genes of a human being when I stumbled across this discovery. As you know, our body uses glucose and converts it into energy by the process of carbohydrate metabolism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt;Glucose enters glycolysis by phosphorylation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt;to glucose 6-phosphate, it is catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;hexokinase &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; ATP is used as the phosphate donor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Glucose 6-phosphate is an important compound at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;the junction of several metabolic pathways, for example glycolysis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;gluconeogenesis, the pentose phosphate pathway, glycogenesis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;and glycogenolysis.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;He paused and looked inquiringly at Jane. “Am I losing you already?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah, he tends to forget that other people are around when he gets into the groove,” laughed John.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Don’t worry about me, I’ve heard these scientific jargons thousands of times before.” Jane assured him with a smile. “Do continue.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;“Okay, don’t hesitate to stop me if I’m getting ahead of myself though,” said Tim with a laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;“In glycolysis, it is converted to fructose 6-phosphate by &lt;b&gt;phosphohexoseisomerase. &lt;/b&gt;This reaction is followed by another phosphorylation with ATP catalyzed by the enzyme &lt;b&gt;phosphofructokinase&lt;/b&gt; forming fructose 1,6-bisphosphate. Fructose 1,6-bisphosphate is cleaved by &lt;b&gt;aldolase &lt;/b&gt;into two triose phosphates, glyceraldehyde 3-phosphate and dihydroxyacetone phosphate. Glyceraldehyde 3-phosphate and dihydroxyacetone phosphate are interconverted by the enzyme &lt;b&gt;phosphotriose isomerase.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;“Wow, it sounds quite complicated,” said Jane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;“Well, its not as difficult as it sounds, it is actually quite simple,” added John, continuing where Tim left off. “Basically, Glycolysis continues with the oxidation of glyceraldehydes 3-phosphate to 1,3-bisphosphoglycerate. The enzyme catalyzing this oxidation, &lt;b&gt;glyceraldehyde&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;3-phosphate dehydrogenase, &lt;/b&gt;is NAD-dependent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3-Phosphoglycerate is isomerised to 2-phosphoglycerate by &lt;b&gt;phosphoglycerate mutase.&lt;/b&gt; The subsequent step is catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;enolase &lt;/b&gt;and involves dehydration, forming phosphoenolpyruvate. The phosphate of phosphoenolpyruvate is transferred to ADP by &lt;b&gt;pyruvate kinase &lt;/b&gt;to generate, at this stage, two molecules of ATP per molecule of glucose oxidize...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;“Okay, you don’t have to tell her the whole mechanism of the whole pathway. interjected Tim excitedly, his voice rising as he spoke.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Now this is where it gets exciting! “By running some tests we found that at this point before the pyruvate enters the citric acid cycle, if it is exposed to radiation from a certain mineral, it is able to produce 10 times more adenosine triphosphate (ATP) than the normal amount, that is an astounding 320 ATP.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;“Are you saying that if humans are exposed to this radiation, we would have more energy?” asked Jane with disbelief&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;“Not only more energy, but the extra strength, the ability to lift a 50 ton stone! Think about what this could mean and the possibilities.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;“The only drawback here is that it has not yet been tested on humans,” said John with a sigh. “We have only tested it on animals such as rats and come up with outstanding results. Therefore , we are confident that it would be able to work as well with humans.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "  &gt;“Where and what is this supposed mineral obtained and found,” inquired Jane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;“We were researching a number of minerals when we came across this particular mineral called zeolite. Natural zeolite is formed where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcanic" title="Volcanic"&gt;volcanic&lt;/a&gt; rocks and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcanic_ash" title="Volcanic ash"&gt;ash&lt;/a&gt; layers react with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkaline" title="Alkaline"&gt;alkaline&lt;/a&gt; groundwater.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;During our experiments, we noticed that by rapidly heating the material &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stilbite" title="Stilbite"&gt;zeolite&lt;/a&gt;, it produced large amounts of steam from water that had been adsorbed by the material. This is what causes the elevated amounts of energy generated when the pyruvate enters the Citric-acid Cycle.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;“May I know what inspired you to further research in this area?” inquired Jane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, my mother is well within her years and she is very frail now. So while I was coming up with an antidote to help her, I stumbled across this discovery by accident. My mother is an amazing woman, she has provided for both my brother and me. Besides, she was the one who motivated and encouraged me to pursue this as a career.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, Jane’s face turned white as ash and she fell to the ground without a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Chapter 4: The Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tim was beside her in an instance to support her, fanning her with a newspaper to give her more air circulation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:35.45pt"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Quick! Pass me my handbag,” she gasped.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:35.45pt"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tim frantically looked for her handbag and handed it to her, his face full of concern. “Here you go,” he said. “Are you feeling alright? What’s the matter with you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve had this condition ever since I was a young girl. I need to take insulin shots every day in order to make sure my blood glucose is in order. You know how insulin is needed to breakdown glucose in our body. However, due to some dysfunction in the β-cells in the Islet of Langerhans of the pancreas, the secretion of insulin is impaired, I’m sure you know all this already, ” as she quickly took out a bag full of medication and gave herself an insulin shot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“When sugars cannot be used as cellular fuel, more fats are mobilized, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tim had a bad habit of ranting out scientific information at the most inappropriate situations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Suddenly, the phone rang shrilly, shattering the silence. Tim went over and picked it up. A distorted and creepy voice rasped in to the speaker and said the following words, “We have part of your formula. Now we want the rest of it. Hand it over to me and your beloved mother will be safe.” Tim heard his mother’s muffled screams in the background, and his face turned pale.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“Mom! No! You’ve got my mother? What in the world? Why are you doing this? Release my mother at once!” Tim shouted into the phone, his knuckles was white as he clenched the phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“Fly over to Paris and wait at the science centre. There you will get further instructions. Do as I say if you ever want to see your mother again,” said the creepy voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tim stood stunned by the conversation he just had, he had difficulty believing that this was really happening. Jane touched his hand gently and asked him what was going on. With a quivering voice, he related to them the conversation he just had.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“I don’t care, I’m definitely going with you,” said Jane with determination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“No, it would be too dangerous for you,” replied Tim with concern. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“Don’t worry about me. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not,” said Jane firmly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;“I’ll stay back here and take care of the place in case they call back then,” offered John, “You guys be careful out there!” he warned as he waved to them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chapter 5: Science Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;The plane swept past the famous monument which was standing tall, basking in the sunlight. Its unique architecture is what makes it so prominent. The sight of such a beautiful scene nearly took Tim’s breath away. This is what he had always dreamt of doing, he felt a rush of adrenaline as the plane dived lower. After getting down from the plane, they caught a taxi that brought them to the science centre. Holding the case containing the precious mineral and formula close to him they entered the enormous and modern-looking building. “Bonjour, monsieur,” a greeter smiled and welcomed them as they entered the front doors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm 63.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Swarms of people flooded the grounds of the science centre, school children were there with their teachers on a class trip while many foreign tourists explored the interesting scientific artefacts that were on display. Children gaped in wonder at the display of science. A tour guide was pointing towards a giant replica of the double helix of deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) and explaining to them the process of DNA replication. “Well, the DNA replication starts when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;the enzyme helicase unwinds the double helix structure of DNA breaking the weak hydrogen bonds holding the base pairs...” “Why does the DNA need unwinding?” inquired a student curiously. “Well, this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in order that DNA polymerase III elongates the strand by adding new deoxyribonucleotides one by one from the nucleoplasm.”&lt;span style="color:#292526"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm 63.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;These images brought back old memories of when he was a younger kid, when he first was intrigued by the complexities and mysteries of science. That curious teenager reminded him a lot of himself. Memories of when he was still a student flashed in his mind as he walked around the museum. A memory of him sitting in class when a teacher asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;him the exact same question struck him. He was filled with excitement and adrenaline pumped through his veins as he answered in exact precision. That was when he knew what he wanted to do in the future. Unfortunately, years of labour had made his passion towards this field slowly diminish.&lt;span style="color:#292526"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm 63.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Snapping out of his reminiscence and coming back to reality, he looked carefully around, trying to spot whoever could be the one who was the mysterious caller. Jane was walking closely by his side, also looking out for any suspicious subjects. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm 63.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Out of a sudden, a child bumped into him causing him to lose grip on the case, making it fall to the ground and split wide open. The papers containing the formula flew in the air and were scattered on the ground. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;He quickly rushed to retrieve the stone and gather the strewn formulas before anyone else could get to it. While he was retrieving the strewn objects, he noticed a peculiar thing. The mineral he had in his hand was different from the ones that they had used during the experiments. This one had little markings on its surface and there were little blacks dots around its surface. “How could it be? Only he and John had access to the minerals in the laboratory. Unless....” thought Tim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Jane bent down next to him to help gather the strewn objects. “Wait, don’t look around you, but I think that we have just been conned. This stone we have here is not the real one, it’s a fake. I think it was John who set us up.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jane looked incredulously at Tim, shaking her head in disbelief. “Are you positive it’s him? Isn’t John your partner? Why would he do this to you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“I can’t believe it either, but no one else has access to it. He is the only one besides me who has access to the minerals. I don’t know why he is doing all this. But that’s what I’m planning to find out,” said Tim, clenching his fists as he spoke. “Quick, we have got to get out of here before his men sees us.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Chapter 6: The Chase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two tall, muscular and mean-looking thugs advancing towards their direction. Wasting no time, he grabbed the case and Jane by the hand as he navigated his way through the crowded network of people. Due to the immense crowd, it was hard getting to the front door and those men were gaining on them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;A little door at the left side of him caught his eye and without hesitation, he pulled Jane towards the door and went through it, not noticing that it said “No Entry”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The door led to a labyrinth of rooms all containing important scientific looking machines and artefacts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Hey, what are you doing here?” a loud booming voice shouted at them. They turned around to see a fierce looking guard pointing his hand at them. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Finally, after getting lost in the maze of rooms they finally found a door that led out into the open. They inspired a breath of fresh air as they broke into the sunlight again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Just when they thought they had lost the two thugs, the two thugs appeared at the side of the building and started running towards them. There were a few motorcycles parked near the door. Without thinking further, he jumped on the closest one and started the engine. “Hurry, get up behind me,” he shouted to Jane. “Have you driven one of these before?” asked Jane doubtfully. “I haven’t driven one in years, but I think I still remember. Okay, hold on tight.” Tim pressed down hard on the engine and they were off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Following right behind them were the two thugs each on a motorcycle, their biceps bulging and shining under the sunlight. With the wind smashing against their faces, it was hard to see where they were going in the midst of heavy traffic. Dodging his way through the numerous cars that filled the highway, they nearly got knocked down by a huge truck that was coming from the opposite direction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;The two burly thugs were right at their tracks, dodging the oncoming traffic. One of them took out a gun and started shooting at them. Tim felt a bullet fly past close to his face, missing him by inches. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Spotting a turning upfront, he made a sharp turn and raced down it. Looming up in front of them was the magnificent Eiffel Tower and a traffic light flashing, indicating that it was turning red. Tim stepped on the engine with all his might and sped towards the traffic light, just barely making it through. Jane turned back to see the two thugs shaking their fists at them, as they were blocked by the fast moving cars.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Thank God, I think we’ve lost them,” said Jane breathing a sigh of relief. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Then we had better get back as fast as we can to find out what is really going on,” said Tim with determination, speeding towards the airport to catch the next flight back to New York.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chapter 7: Stormy seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Within hours, they were back on home ground. Before, returning to the laboratory, Jane called one of her close contacts in the police department and informed the police about what was going on. When they got back to the laboratory, the place was deserted and no one seemed to be around. Calling out for his mother, Tim checked the surrounding area for any sign of his mother or John. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“They must be here somewhere,” said Tim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Is there anywhere else in this building that they could be hiding,” Jane asked, hoping to help. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;A sudden thought came to him while he was looking at the sterilization chamber, reminding him of a place.”Yes, I know. There is one place where they could be,” said Tim. “It was the place we used before moving into this place, it’s on the outskirts of the city in a rundown area. It is possible that they might be there,” he recalled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Before leaving the place, he took with him the gun they kept in the safe for safety precautions in case of an emergency. He didn’t know what was waiting for him, but he wanted to be prepared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Pulling up at a rundown factory at the outskirts of the city, about thirty minutes away, they parked a few blocks down the road so that they would not be noticed. They made as little noise as possible as they neared the building so that they would not startle those who were inside the building. A small door at the side of the building was left slightly ajar. Tim beckoned towards the door and Jane followed behind him as he went through the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;The place looked abandoned and much worse than he last remembered, recalled Tim. There were many huge boxes around the building shielding them from sight. They heard a whirring sound coming from the center of the building. Taking light and small footsteps, they moved noiselessly towards the sound, making sure not to make any sudden movements that would warn John or any other person of their presence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Peeking through slits of the boxes, Tim peered out cautiously to make sure the whereabouts of his mother and maybe John. Under the dim light, he saw his mother sitting on a chair, her hand and legs were bounded by ropes. She looked weak and worn out with bruises across her face. Anger surged through his veins as he stared at her through the slits of the cardboard boxes. How dare that creep treat his mother that way, he felt like running out right now and rescuing her from this nightmare. A soft hand touched his shoulder holding him back and bringing him back to his senses. Jane looked at him warningly. Yes, he couldn’t just storm in like this, he needed to know where John was and what he was up to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Looking out again to locate John, he finally caught sight of him at the far end corner of the room. He was working intently on something. The whirring sound was coming from a machine that was placed in the middle of the room. It looked like a very big oven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Just when they were figuring out what was best move to take next, a rat suddenly ran out from behind the boxes, startling them. Jane gave a muffled cry as the rat scurried across her feet. It was too late, as John heard the sound and looked around to investigate. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Come out now, Tim. I know you’re here,” John called out with an evil laugh, “I’ve been expecting you.” After a moment, he continued, “Come out before I inject your mother with this new found substance that I discovered using our existing formula. You see, I have been secretly working on this ever since we left this place.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“I’ve always been envious of you, Tim. You always seemed to have it all. You had a loving a mother who took care of you, while mine left me when I was only a month old. Then you went and discovered this new discovery thinking you could take all the credit to yourself. Never!” sneered John, his usual tame locks of curly blond hair was now flying in every direction making him look insane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Now, with this new formula, I will be able to bring destruction to the world. By improvising the formula, I have managed to come with an even better formula, one that would affect the entire human race,” laughed John hysterically. “So you have a choice, come out now or watch your mother suffer and die.” John then walked over to Tim’s mother, who was shaking her head vigorously in protest. In his hands he held a dangerously looking syringe, he raised his hand poised ready to inject the poisonous drug into her system.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Tim couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t just stand back and watch his mother die. He stepped out of the shadows leaving the gun behind on the ground. “Lay hands on my mother and you will not get out of here alive,” threatened Tim, his voice trembling with anger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Good of you to drop by today, Tim,” said John sarcastically. “You didn’t think that I would stand back and watch you take all the glory, did you? Now, it’s your turn to experience how it’s like to lose your own mother.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Wait, I don’t understand. You have always been brilliant; you got good grades and did well in school. What happened to you? How could you have reversed the formula? It’s almost impossible,” trying to distract John and signalling to Jane to creep up behind him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Life happened. Since you’re so smart why don’t you tell me? I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out by yourself,” lashed out John bitterly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;“Well, in order to reverse the reaction, you would have to reduce the amount ATP produced,” Tim paused awhile thinking intently, then continued. “You must have involved the Pentose Phosphate Pathway in the process as it utilizes 6 carbons of glucose to generate 5 carbons of glucose. Besides that, it has an oxidative and non-oxidative arm”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;John gave a surprised laugh, “Not bad, I underestimated you. Do continue,” interested in what Tim had to say next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“In the original formula, we heated the mineral in order to generate higher amounts of energy. So in this case, you must have chilled the zeolite to a very low temperature, thus reversing its function,” Tim paused for awhile, trying to recall what he remembered of the pentose phosphate pathway. “If I’m not mistaken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "&gt;glucose 6-phosphate is dehydrogenated to 6-phosphogluconate via the formation of 6-phosphogluconolactone, catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;glucose-6-phosphate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;dehydrogenase, &lt;/b&gt;an NADP-dependent enzyme. Following that, the hydrolysis of 6-phosphogluconolactone is accomplished by the enzyme &lt;b&gt;gluconolactone hydrolase. &lt;/b&gt;The second oxidative step is catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;6-phosphogluconate dehydrogenase...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;John cut him off impatiently saying, “Enough of all the boring mumbo jumbo and cut to the chase already.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Tim hurriedly continued as he saw Jane silently making her way to the back of John, holding the revolver in her hand. It was a good thing Jane was an intelligent girl and caught on to his plan. “But I don’t understand how you managed to reverse the reaction though. How exactly do you reverse it as the pentose phosphate pathway doesn’t produce any ATP.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“You are forgetting one very important thing. The pentose phosphate pathway provides NADPH for the reduction of oxidized glutathione catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;glutathione reductase &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;in erythrocytes. The&lt;/span&gt; reduced glutathione then removes hydrogen peroxide in a reaction catalyzed by &lt;b&gt;glutathione peroxidase,&lt;/b&gt; an enzyme that contains the &lt;b&gt;selenium &lt;/b&gt;analogue of cysteine at the active site...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Oh, wait! I think I get it now!” Tim interrupted him excitedly, it suddenly dawned on him. “By causing an interference or mutation in the pentose phosphate pathway, the accumulation of hydrogen peroxide may decrease the life span of the erythrocyte by causing oxidative damage to the cell membrane, and thus leading to hemolysis of the erythrocytes!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Finally, you figured it out. However, it’s too late. Your mother and the rest of the world will have to suffer,” declared John manically, his eyes flashed with insanity and he rose his hand as he spoke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;All of a sudden, a loud bang filled the air and a bullet flew past nearly hitting John in the forehead. Immediately, he turned around and saw a revolver pointing at his face, his face filled with surprise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;The revolver flew from Jane’s hands as he hit it from her hands. Before he could make another move, Tim jumped on him from behind and both of them fell onto a stack of boxes. The two of them wrestled on the ground, fists flying in the air. In the midst of all the fighting, Jane managed to make a call to the police informing them of their location. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Remembering how his mother’s look when he found her, Tim summoned all his strength and gave John a big punch in his face. John’s head flew back and he reeled backwards, losing his balance. He took a few seconds to regain his balance and gave Tim an equally huge blow on his head. Tim fell on the ground. He tried to get up but he couldn’t as blood oozed out of a wound on his head. He was going in and out of a state of unconsciousness. John picked up the syringe that contained the poisonous substance and poised ready to inject it into Tim’s bloodstream. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A loud sound filled the air and a bullet flew in the air and embedded itself in his flesh near the abdomen. John’s face abruptly changed from a look of triumph to despair. He turned to see who shot him and he fell to the ground. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Jane stood trembling at the corner holding the revolver in her hand. She had never shot anyone before, and she was shocked at what she had done. She felt her knees giving way and the scene before her became blurry. The last thing she remembered was the sound of siren in the distance before she fell to the ground unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chapter 8: Calm waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The moon hung high in the night sky, throwing its light at the darkness and casting silhouettes in the dark night. Seas of stars illuminated the night sky, twinkling as if they knew a secret that no one knew about. The ocean waves swept against the shore and filled the air as a calm and serene music. Two silent figures could be seen walking along the shore line. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“This is nice. One of the places I’ve always dreamt of coming,” said Tim sighing contentedly. The whole ordeal that happened was still vivid in his memory, it seemed like just yesterday the nightmare happened. After he had suffered a huge blow in the face, he fell to the floor unconscious. When he regained consciousness, he ran to his mum and freed her of the ropes that bound her. Her face was filled with tears as he embraced her and held her tightly in her arms. “I love you mum,” and tears streamed down his face. “I love you too,” said his mother softly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Slowly, his mum loosened his grip on him. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught sight of both Jane and John lying unconscious on the ground. At once, he ran over to Jane, thinking that she was dead, the things he had always wanted to say to her flashed in his mind. Only at this moment did he realise that he had never stopped loving her. He held her firmly in his arms. He wished he could see her clear blue eyes and heart-warming smile once again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;And there she was, standing gracefully and as beautiful as ever in the moonlight. Her blue eyes twinkling as brightly as the stars above them. Tim stared into them and thought how close he was to losing her. Summoning all his courage, he wanted to pour out all his feelings he felt during that day when he thought he had lost her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Before he had a chance to do so, she turned to him and looked at him inquiringly. “What do you plan to do now that the ordeal is now over?” she asked him with a shy smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Well, I have always dreamt of travelling the world, experience different things and culture, meet different kinds of people...” he said, at a loss of what to say. “How about you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;She was quiet for awhile, then shrugging her shoulders she said “Nothing much I guess. I was thinking of quitting my job at the Crescent and maybe venture into a different field.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There was an awkward pause as Tim’s heart started pounding faster and his hands became sweaty, then he blurted out nervously “Well, if you don’t mind, you would like to.maybe....You would like to travel with me?” His face turning a bright shade of pink as he said it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;He waited patiently for her answer, preparing himself to be rejected. But surprisingly, flashing her mesmerising smile she said “Yes, I would love to actually.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;Thinking of a more appropriate way of confessing his feelings for her, he decided to take a different approach. “You know how in DNA, there are base pairing, and the base pairs only bind specially to a base pair. You know thymine to adenine and guanine to cytosine. Well, let’s say for a moment that I’m represented by thymine, and if you’re adenine....”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Hold on a minute, are you trying to say that you like me?” laughed Anne, her shrilled laughter filling the quiet night and thinking what a funny way for him to express his feelings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;“Err... I guess so...” stammered Tim, afraid of how she would react. “I guess I have always liked you ever since third grade in English class...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 37, 38); "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jane put her hand on his mouth indicating that he should be quiet. Then lightly she brushed her lips on his cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  &lt;b&gt;   - THE END -           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;tab-stops:2.0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Copy right reserved. Davina Peh 2010&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:189.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8013510346122042906?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8013510346122042906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8013510346122042906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8013510346122042906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8013510346122042906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-4699814859623435272</id><published>2011-05-15T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:03:43.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Defense Mechanisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When you think about it, I guess humans aren't that different from animals(don't take offence though, i don't mean it in the bad way:) The fact is that its in our nature to defend ourselves, all of us have our own innate ability to protect ourselves consciously or subconciously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some people tend to shut themselves and put on this protective shell or amour in order to prevent themselves from getting hurt. They won't let you anywhere near them, much less let you have a chance to hurt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTAP-WMGLO5x0GDHswFZb7at11oAZJD-LLkfh1AUckMmEaEiiaA" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Others just camouflage themselves with anything that they can grab their hands on, trying by all means not to be noticed by people surrounding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBV66fRcQHEm_ibnhKKLxlFqvNzRNLqRiBYqj2ivNeOeRc9W7liA" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then there are others who already have their protective weapons on alert even before anything or anyone harms them. Porcupines are covered with razor sharp needle-like thorns which will prick u if u come close to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ550YE-afFGdLmCYngb26uE7jYNMicdP14uMYNm-sO68qVjwMN" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQU1y9uOzhg3Pml4sGHK9mcHCLb_P5NCIZ2pZejb_hjEdCnE2QGuQ" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are also those who will hunt you down and draw-blood from you without so much as a twitch of a whisker or a blink of an eye. Its only seconds before blood is drawn and a very devastating crime scene is left. These people will strike before you even have a chance to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nonetheless, the purpose of all these defense mechanisms are in order to prevent one's self from getting hurt. Ultimately, everyone is afraid of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. which type are you?  &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/17639188-4699814859623435272?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/4699814859623435272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=4699814859623435272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4699814859623435272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4699814859623435272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/05/denfense-mechanisms-when-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-3985786623082281051</id><published>2011-03-19T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:12:41.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh.. its so annoying when you're in the moment and wrote a long post regarding some profound realisation. Just to lose it all a few seconds later when you clicked the button to post it up due to some problem with the internet connection. How frustrating... 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He felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head as he slowly opened his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;With a blurry vision, he saw one of the most beautiful woman standing before him, he thought he must be dreaming. Even in his half conscious state, he noticed that she had piercing blue eyes that sparkled when they caught the light and a very pretty dimple at the right side of her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Rubbing his eyes and gradually coming to his senses, he slowly sat up. The pretty lady helped him as he tried to get to his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“How are you feeling?” she asked. “What happened to you? I found you sprawled on the ground when I came in.” Pausing, she hurriedly said, “Oh, wait. I’m running ahead of myself now. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jane Watson. I’m a journalist from the Crescent and I’m supposed to interview one of the scientists in your laboratory.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Shaking her hand, he said “Oh, I see. I’m Tim Gardner. Sorry, I’m not really in a presentable state at the moment. I took quite a big blow from behind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“Oh no, I hope that you haven’t got a concussion or something. And I hope nothing was taken from your laboratory.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Tim quickly checked everything in the laboratory. Everything seemed to be in place. He wasn’t sure what had just happened a few moments ago, could it have just been a dream? Wasting no time however, he said “How about that interview now?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“Are you sure you would like to carry out the interview now judging that you could have a concussion”, replied Jane. “We could always re-schedule the interview.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Oh, no. No, I’ll be fine. Its &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just a slight blow, I will recover in no time.” “There is something really familiar about you though. Have I met you somewhere before?”Suddenly, light dawned in his eyes. “I remember where I’ve met you before! You were in my English class. You used to sit right in front near the window, and you were always the teacher’s pet,” he said with recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“Oh! Now I’m beginning to remember,” Jane said slowly. “You used to be the science nerd that won a lot of science competitions. My, you have changed. I see you’ve lost those huge nerdy glasses that magnified your eyes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“Well, you did not bad yourself. Although you always looked pretty even in third grade,” said Tim shyly. “You’ll never believe it, but I used to have a huge crush on you back then,” he said with embarrassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;“You did, really?” Jane said with a laugh, her face turning a bright shade of pink. “I never knew that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly the door to the laboratory swung open and a tall, lanky guy with a mob of curly blond hair walked in. He stopped short when he saw the two of them. “Am I intruding anything?” he said, looking back and forth between the both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Now Tim’s face started to turn red and he quickly introduced Jane. “This is Ms. Jane Watson, a journalist from the Crescent. And this is my handsome but not as brilliant partner in crime, Mr. John Smith.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;“How do you do?” shaking Jane’s hand and staring intently at Jane as he spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Nice to meet you, Ms. Watson. Now to what do we owe the company of such a lovely lady as you?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;“Jane is here to carry out an interview about our latest discovery. We were just about to start when you arrived. Care to join us? You deserve the spotlight as much as I do, John,” said Tim hurriedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;“An interview?” his eyes opening up wide. “I would be honoured,” bowing a little and flashing his charming smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-3985786623082281051?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3985786623082281051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3985786623082281051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3985786623082281051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3985786623082281051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-1935548355274081795</id><published>2011-02-21T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:04:51.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unrestrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last year when i was still in biomedicine, my biochemistry lecturer asked us to write a story incorporating biochemical reactions as one of our assignments. The key however was to make it interesting as biochemistry can be quite boring, especially all the formulas and all. *yawn* i'm falling asleep just thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;At first i was like how in the world are we supposed to do that?? I thought maybe what she meant was hydrogen got married to oxygen and gave birth to water and blah blah blah... So after cracking my head, i finally squeezed every ounce of my brain juice to come out with something that would not people to sleep hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I never thought much about the assignment after passing up and all. But i was surprised that i got one of the highest grades and my lecturer actually commended me and said that i did really well and should post it up on my blog if i had one. At that time, i didn't really think much about it. Recently the story suddenly came to mind and i guess i'll follow her advice and post it up anyways. The title of my story is Unrestrained, its another long story how i got that name, so i'll jspare ya'll of the grandma story and cut the chase. 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Before he could do anything about it, he felt a hard, sharp object landing at the back of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane Watson was a journalist at a high-end newspaper company called the Crescent, where she covered the latest scientific discoveries occurring in the entire globe. She towered at five foot three inches, with a mass of wavy golden brown hair that shone every time it caught the light. Her soft but firm features contributed to the fact that she was determined &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to do whatever it takes to get anything she wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She went through her busy schedule as she walked brusquely down the city streets, skilfully dodging passers-by as she stormed on. Today, top on her list was an interview with an amateur scientist who apparently made an amazing discovery unknown to man. She was highly sceptical about it as she had little faith in scientists of that sort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As she browsed through her schedule, something caught her eye. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, she halted in her tracks in the middle of the busy street causing a human traffic at the same time. However, she ignored all the glares passers-by threw at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tim Gardner, where had she heard that name before? The name sounded very familiar and she was positive she had heard that name before. She scrunched up her forehead and thought deeply. However, no matter how hard she tried to recall where she had come across that name, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Brushing that thought aside, she quickly moved on and hailed a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Within minutes, the cab drew up against a run-down but tall building set in the heart of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-1935548355274081795?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/1935548355274081795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=1935548355274081795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1935548355274081795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1935548355274081795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/02/unrestrained-last-year-when-i-was-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-2223052481572300853</id><published>2011-02-03T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:47:40.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popo's Treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today we went on a treasure hunt to find the hidden treasures buried among her things. You can tell how a person is by looking at their belongings. We wondered what treasures we would find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My popo was such an interesting person, she definitely liked to collect things. She was an avid collector of angpaus, paper bags, coins, keys and many more. We found so many interesting things, a golf ball, fishing net, an electric lantern, flute,chopping knife?? Hmmm.. i never knew my popo played golf or the flute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There was 2 locked drawers that we looked high and low for the keys that unlocked them. We were curious of what treasures they may hold. Finally, after searching high and low for the keys, we found them and unlocked the drawer. Lo' and behold, the drawer held treasures that we never would have expected... One drawer we found tooth brushes, cloth pegs and washing stuffs and another we found pictures, pins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Many people would think that the things my popo liked to store were rubbish. However, i'm sure you've heard of the saying "one mans rubbish is another mans treasure." Most people store up riches and gold that will rust and decay in time. My popo did not store up treasures on earth where moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal. She stored up treasures in heaven that will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUroVH9YfyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u_QHiFGgKnE/s1600/100412_mens_antique_jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUroVH9YfyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u_QHiFGgKnE/s320/100412_mens_antique_jewelry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569519338808442658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17639188-2223052481572300853?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/2223052481572300853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=2223052481572300853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2223052481572300853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2223052481572300853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/02/popos-treasures-today-we-went-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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/_URqg8fhegXI/TUroVH9YfyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u_QHiFGgKnE/s72-c/100412_mens_antique_jewelry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-3614876245364019067</id><published>2011-02-01T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:07:36.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Beyond the Sunset"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div id="e1" style="position: absolute; left: 51px; top: 1308px; width: 250px; height: 90px; font-family: georgia;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;There was a beautiful sunset just before the memorial service today, i couldn't help but stand and bask in the beauty of it. It was as if my popo was smiling down from heaven. I didn't realise the significance of the sunset until we sang the hymn "Beyond the Sunset" later on. It was as if that was what popo was saying to us, that indeed she is beyond the sunset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;When with our Savior heav’n is begun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Earth’s toiling ended, O glorious dawning -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset when day is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset no clouds will gather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;No storms will threaten, no fears annoy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;O day of gladness, O day unending -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset, eternal joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset a hand will guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;To God the Father, whom I adore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;His glorious presence, His words of welcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Will be my portion on that fair shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Beyond the sunset, O glad reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;With our dear loved ones who’ve gone before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;In that fair homeland we’ll know no parting -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Beyond the sunset forevermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUhYpgWsCfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gO5YW1Ap2qQ/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUhYpgWsCfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gO5YW1Ap2qQ/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568798409326594546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="text" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;font-size:14px;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Davina/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-3614876245364019067?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3614876245364019067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3614876245364019067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3614876245364019067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3614876245364019067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-was-beautiful-sunset-just-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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/_URqg8fhegXI/TUhYpgWsCfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gO5YW1Ap2qQ/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-2595394801150799191</id><published>2011-01-30T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:30:46.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;In memory of popo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no better wake up call then death. Sure, death is just another part of life that occurs as naturally as flowers shed their petals. Sadly, the sting of death is not felt until it involves someone close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather matched our moods; its as if the heavens was crying as well.In memory of my popo who went home to be with the Lord at 2:30 this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is dedicated to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My popo was the one who took care of me since i was young, since i was in my diapers and had no hair on my head. She was the one who taught me how to write in chinese and gave me my chinese name "bai li zhen".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Eventhough, she didn't have a chance to study and pursue her dreams as she was arranged to be married at the age of 19. She was by far an expert in many fields in her own right and also a wonderful wife and mother of four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She knew a variety of dishes and could could cook up a mouth-watering dish in just minutes. Besides that, she loved gardening and all sorts of plants and vegetables planted in her garden. Not only that, she could sew almost anything with her ancient sewing machine. Once when i was still a kid and dreamt of being a fashion designer, she even asked me to design my own clothes and she would sew them for me. What a wonderful grandmother i have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was like Mary Poppins who had a special bag filled with all kinds of stuff that she would carry around wherever she went. Whenever we needed anything she always seemed to have it and magically pull it out of her bag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She would never fail to surprise us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever she would go somewhere, she would be sure to buy something back for us. She would always remember us and buy us stuff like earrings, clips, clothes... She taught me to be resourceful and not let anything go to waste. She was a tiger, that is what most people would say, she fought with all her strength until her last breath. It hasn't been easy for her the past few years as she suffered from diabetes, shingles and she even dislocated her shoulder a few years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nonetheless, she remained strong and persevered on to live the best she could. She taught me so much, how to have faith, determination, generosity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;She loved and gave much but asked little in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although now that she's gone, we know that she has gone to a better place to be with the Lord. Even when she was still with us, she would always say that God is good and great and i truely believe that she still held on to that even till she breathed her last breath. I pray that even now that she is resting in peace in paradise with the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popo, you will be missed by us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUVerCXKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s2JiXH-B3O4/s1600/Rain%2Bdrops%2B-Flower-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/TUVerCXKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s2JiXH-B3O4/s320/Rain%2Bdrops%2B-Flower-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567960607774893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Davina/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Davina/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-2595394801150799191?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/2595394801150799191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=2595394801150799191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2595394801150799191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2595394801150799191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-memory-of-popo.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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/_URqg8fhegXI/TUVerCXKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s2JiXH-B3O4/s72-c/Rain%2Bdrops%2B-Flower-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-3200614540422645054</id><published>2010-09-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:45:03.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Whispers of His Majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;With a blink of an eye, holidays are over and its back to uni with a mountain of exams looming omniously ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are never holidays... Eversince i was in primary school, i never had the luxury to simply sit back and enjoy the freedom of holidays. Instead, holiday for me means buried in a mount of books (textbooks, not storybooks mind u) and reading my eyes out... Oh well, doesn't seem like things have changed much now that i'm in uni... But i guess in a way i'm sorta used to it since i've been trained since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i did take some time out to attend the worship conference concert that was held at DUMC during last few days of hols. And i must say, it was a great experience as usual, especially the night where Glenn Packiam worship lead. Wonderful music and songs, one of the songs that i thought was so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have only heard whispers of Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;All i've only known were only rumours&lt;br /&gt;Now my eyes have seen Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to only hear rumours of His goodness and how He has worked in people's lives. And i've' always longed to experience that for my own. Now i can truly say that i've not only heard just a rumour. But i have experienced and encountered who the true and living God is.. And it doesn't happen in an instance like what Glenn said, it is making decisions each and everyday that will honour God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we may think we hear God and expect things to happen... Only to find that that wasn't the case at all, or you're just left there wondering what happened... I guess God doesn't always answer our prayers or work in the way we want it to... Or maybe we just have to wait and see what God has in store... Nevertheless, rest assured that His has a greater plan for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love worshiping in a congregation whenever i have a chance to cuz' i guess its like a glimpse of how heaven would be like... forever lost in worship for the King of Kings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jesus, in Your Name we pray&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill our lives each day&lt;br /&gt;Give us strength to live for You&lt;br /&gt;and glorify Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lyrics &amp;amp; music by Glenn Packiam, Rumours and Revelations&lt;/span&gt;&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/17639188-3200614540422645054?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3200614540422645054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3200614540422645054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3200614540422645054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3200614540422645054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/09/whispers-of-his-majesty-with-blink-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-4668361944970857025</id><published>2010-09-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:21:53.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fast &amp;amp; Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since last month, I've been participating in the 40-day fast and pray organized by NECF. This time,  i've decided to fast from facebook. Although i'm not obsessed over facebook or can't live without it. But i guess its just something i need to do, something i need to give up for the time being. Sometimes, He requires us to give up or sacrifice something we hold dear though we might not understand why...Hmm.. i'm not sure if i'm making any sense... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But i'm nearing the end of my fast, and thank God i managed to resist the temptation of facebooking , although i must admit i've been tempted to...Everywhere, I keep seeing other ppl browsing on fb, and ppl keep telling me about my pics on fb which i've not yet even seen. And i get scolded by my friends that i've not been replying their posts... Please forgive me.. I will reply as soon as my fast is over :) But i guess its worth it... Although i must admit i could've done better, and there were days i didn't really pray as i should have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eversince, i'd started the prayer booklet, even in the first few pages the theme of reconciliation had been repeated over and over again. And though i kept ignoring it and pushing it under the rug, it just crept up again. I'm the kind who likes to live in self-denial u see.. I could feel that there was something wrong somewhere, but as usual i chose to close a blind eye and pretend its not there...I hate confrontations by the way... Until the point i knew i could no longer deny or ignore it any longer after God reminding me time and time again.. I knew i could no longer pretend that it wasn't there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So,  finally hard though it was.. i decided to stand up and confront it head on... (okay, i wasn't that gung-ho about it.. i think i was more reluctant and scared about it than i should) But ultimately, by God's intervention, it wasn't as hard as i thought it was... Cause' while He was working in my life and nudging me on, He was at work at the person's life as well.. I thought i was the one who had to do the hard part whn i wasn't at fault.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, at the end of the day, by God's grace the fragrance of reconciliation filled the air naturally... And i guess when God speaks, we just have to obey no matter how hard it is.. God doesn't want broken relationships between His children, no matter how petty and small the matter may be..He longs to restore relationships... I just need to remember that and keep humbling myself to obey Him in that manner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*He makes everything beautiful in His time :) * -Eccleassiates 3:11-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-4668361944970857025?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/4668361944970857025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=4668361944970857025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4668361944970857025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4668361944970857025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/09/fast-pray-since-last-month-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-1603065433215183155</id><published>2010-09-04T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:50:07.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Merdeka here was quiet without so much of a celebration... But we took the opportunity to have our first ever CG outing to the beach. The famous, one and only, Pantai Cahaya Bulan (PCB). Simple though it was, it was nice to have a break from our hectic schedule and just enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good even right till this moment, i cannot cease to be amazed by HIm. Until now, He is still teaching me and challenging me to obey Him... Reconciliation has been a theme that has been repeated again and again.. Though it is a hard thing to do, it is not an option but a command. By His grace, all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling the lush green carpet beneath my bare feet and the cool breeze rushing past my face when running across a wide open field....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gazing at a crystal clear sky studded with diamonds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much to know that He is always there watching over and listening to the whispers of His children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-1603065433215183155?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/1603065433215183155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=1603065433215183155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1603065433215183155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1603065433215183155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-merdeka-here-was-quiet-without-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-8689404240779221695</id><published>2010-07-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:08:35.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~1st Day as a Dental Student~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has only been the first day of dental school and i feel as if i can hardly breathe already... Maybe the fact that i couldn't sleep the whole night. I could even hear the cheers as the devoted football fans cheered as their teams won in the wee hours of the morning. I have no idea why i couldn't doze off, maybe cuz' i just had too many things on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first day was quite overwhelming with the new environment and people. Honestly, i was dead scared when i walked into the lecture hall, although when you come to think of it... There isn't really much to be feared. My identity crisis as a 1st year or a 2nd year student also plays a part and doesn't make things easier, maybe its just i don't know how to respond to them. Which role am i to take??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it was a loooooong day...which ended up with me in the A&amp;amp;E(emergency) department.... Don't worry, nothing happened to me... I went to visit a friend who was there due to some problem.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From now on, my days will be packed with numerous lectures and mugging.... A glimpse into our curricular for the year, and i wanted to faint... Hm.. but who am i to complain??? He has blessed me beyond measure &amp;amp; comprehension, and i'm really grateful... But i feel so inadequate &amp;amp; incapable now, and i don't even know whether i can make it.. I thought getting into dentistry was the end of the road, but its only just the beginning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A unique phenomenon that i observed when i was on my journey here to Kelantan a year ago,it's sorta a disc-shaped rainbow, really special..And it mysteriously appeared again before my first day in dental school.  Hmm.. rainbows are a symbol of promise &amp;amp; hope.. I really pray and hope that He will bring me through the rest of my journey here.. I really need Him more than ever now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="file:///F:/v2Introduction%20to%20The%20History%20of%20Medicine.pptx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8689404240779221695?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8689404240779221695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8689404240779221695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8689404240779221695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8689404240779221695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-as-dental-student-it-has-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-8174356389283252306</id><published>2010-07-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:48:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Davina/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Davina/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~New Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet again, God has proven himself to be faithful and good =) Upon arriving here, i was quite afraid that i would not be able to get a room or they might shift me some place awful. But after approaching and talking them, i was finally given a room... Guess where?? hehe.. the room next to my old room!!! How amazing is that!! I was so afraid i wouldn't get that block again. Even better, my roommates are wonderful people=) Thank You Lord for hearing the whispers of my heart:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, since I'm considered as a 1st year student again, i decided to attend the orientation again and maybe blend in unnoticed =) But of cuz' i'm not so dumb as to attend all the boring talks and waking up at 4am in the morning... i chose only some of the events such as visiting our various faculties.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, we were introduced to the School of Dental Sciences and all its departments. We were also required to share why we were there and what was our mission and vision for the next 5 years. And i was like "oh no!! i'm not prepared for this..." yikess! I hate speeches... O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But thank God i managed to keep my cool and blurted out nervously why i wanted to be in dental school. The dean even mentioned that i switched from biomedicine to dentistry. Hence, my identity could not be hidden for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They also showed a video clip introducing the School of Dental Sciences, and one of the songs that was playing was New Day by Celine Dion and i found the lyrics rather appropriate. Indeed, a new day, a new beginning has come =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A new day has...come&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I was waiting for so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;For a miracle to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Everyone told me to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hold on and don't shed a tear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Through the darkness and good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I knew I'd make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And the world thought I had it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;But I was waiting for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hush, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I see a light in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I've been touched by an angel with love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;A new day has...come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where it was dark now there's light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where there was pain now there's joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where there was weakness, I found my strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;All in the eyes of a boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hush, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I see a light in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I've been touched by an angel with love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;A new day has...come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8174356389283252306?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8174356389283252306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8174356389283252306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8174356389283252306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8174356389283252306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-day-yet-again-god-has-proven.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-823495295620714705</id><published>2010-07-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:49:33.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dream&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;~Dream Come True~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dream&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be journeying back to kelantan tommorow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This time as a 1st year dental student and this time its for REAL ^^ thank God!!! Even as i write this or tell people, sometimes i feel odd saying that i'm now a dental student as before this i've been so used to say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am excited &amp;amp; scared at the same time, excited that finally my dreams are turning into reality and scared of what is to come as I'm afraid that i might be able to cope or handle it. But God has brought me thus far, and i'm sure He will continue to carry me through the next 5 years in kelantan. I believe that greater things are yet to come, and greater things are still to be done in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm afraid that i might have an identity crisis as i'm actually in my 2nd year but i'm now in my first year again. o.O Nonetheless, it has definitely been worth it. God has been so good, and i'm truly blessed.=) Lord, please help me and give me the strength to face what is to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-823495295620714705?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/823495295620714705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=823495295620714705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/823495295620714705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/823495295620714705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-journeying-back-to-kelantan.html' title='&lt;Dream Come True&gt;'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-7715523454630987678</id><published>2010-06-22T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:06:16.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mukjizat itu Nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It has been nearly a year since I first stepped foot in USM Kelantan. Who knew so much could happen in just a year. I haven't blogged for such a long time, partly cause I didn't know how to put my feelings into words, of how everything was so uncertain. I dreaded the times people would ask me so what I was going to do, was I staying or leaving?? I wished I knew. But all I could do was smile at them and say stupidly that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I felt like I was flying blindly in the storm, not knowing where I was heading. It seemed like I was losing sight of my destination, what I was there for. The first time I approached the dean, he said that changing course especially from a health science course to medical or dental course would be a miracle. So many people told me that it was impossible to change course. I still hear their words ringing in my head. But somehow I felt that God wanted me to stay and He showed me in many ways. I didn't wanna leave without knowing what God had in store for me in such a place as Kelantan. And so I stayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a year... I was given a chance to attend an interview for the new dental students. And a miracle happened!!! I recently received news that got accepted into the Dental School of USM. Thank God and all glory goes to Him because it really is God's grace that made it possible. Indeed, nothing is impossible for God, He is a God of miracles. Along the way, He sent many angels to guide and encourage me, I wouldn't have been able to hang on without them. Words cannot express the gratitude and wonder at how great God is. This one year has not been easy,the joy &amp;amp; pain, hurts and dissapointments, laugther and tears, I wouldn't change it for the world. The wonderful people I've met and grown to love and I've also learnt alot the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song mukjizat itu nyata was the song that encouraged me especially during the first part of my journey. This psalm also has been a constant encouragement and  gave me hope. It potrays exactly what I have been feeling the past year, and it expressed exactly what I felt most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15095"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; I cried out to God for help;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       I cried out to God to hear me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15096"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;   at night I stretched out untiring hands&lt;br /&gt;   and my soul refused to be comforted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15097"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; I remembered you, O God, and I groaned;&lt;br /&gt;   I mused, and my spirit grew faint.&lt;br /&gt;   Selah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15098"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; You kept my eyes from closing;&lt;br /&gt;   I was too troubled to speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15099"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; I thought about the former days,&lt;br /&gt;   the years of long ago; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15100"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I remembered my songs in the night.&lt;br /&gt;   My heart mused and my spirit inquired: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15101"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; "Will the Lord reject forever?&lt;br /&gt;   Will he never show his favor again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15102"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Has his unfailing love vanished forever?&lt;br /&gt;   Has his promise failed for all time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15103"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Has God forgotten to be merciful?&lt;br /&gt;   Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"&lt;br /&gt;   Selah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15104"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Then I thought, "To this I will appeal:&lt;br /&gt;   the years of the right hand of the Most High." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15105"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; I will remember the deeds of the LORD; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;       yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15106"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; I will meditate on all your works&lt;br /&gt;   and consider all your mighty deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15107"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; Your ways, O God, are holy.&lt;br /&gt;   What god is so great as our God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15108"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; You are the God who performs miracles; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;       you display your power among the peoples.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15109"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,&lt;br /&gt;   the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;   Selah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15110"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; The waters saw you, O God,&lt;br /&gt;   the waters saw you and writhed;&lt;br /&gt;   the very depths were convulsed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15111"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; The clouds poured down water,&lt;br /&gt;   the skies resounded with thunder;&lt;br /&gt;   your arrows flashed back and forth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15112"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,&lt;br /&gt;   your lightning lit up the world;&lt;br /&gt;   the earth trembled and quaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Your path led through the sea,&lt;br /&gt;   your way through the mighty waters,&lt;br /&gt;   though your footprints were not seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15114"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; You led your people like a flock&lt;br /&gt;   by the hand of Moses and Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan. Mukjizat itu memang nyata =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-7715523454630987678?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/7715523454630987678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=7715523454630987678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7715523454630987678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7715523454630987678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2010/06/mukjizat-itu-nyata-it-has-been-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6150272763881236466</id><published>2009-10-10T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:07:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Steps of Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This blog has remained dormant long enough and i think its about time its revived....&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Its really been such a long time since i last wrote in here. True, i've been busy and all, but that would just be mere excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is that so much has happened that i don't know how to put into words what i've experienced. In this short 3 months since stepping foot in USM Kelantan, my faith has been stretched and shaken to its very core. What i thought was black and white apparently had so many shades in between. What i thought was plain and simple, wasn't as easy as it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even making the decision to come here was an emotional turmoil in itself as i was only told that i was offered a place in biomedicine 3 days i was supposed to register. And it wasn't even the course i was hoping for. However, after alot of prayer and consultation, i decided to take the step of faith and see what God had in store for me in Kelantan and i would try my best to change course. So after making that decision, i had only a day to pack and get to Kelantan. Thank God for providing for me all along the way, he provided me transport through a friend eventhough it was last minute, and He just showed me in many lil' ways that He was there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that i would fall in love with this God-forsaken place without so much a hint of excitement or entertainment. They don't even have a cinema for crying out loud!! But surprisingly, i found myself falling in love slowly with the place. Maybe it was the simplicity of it, or maybe the people that drew me. Nonetheless, i found myself liking the place the moment i stepped foot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just coming here to Kelantan has been a journey all in itself, and who knew what would come after that was to be so tough. I really don't know how to describe what has happened, and if i did, it would go on forever. But all i can say that God has been really faithful and gracious, he took care of me and sent simply amazing people along the way to lead and guide me. I can't express how truly grateful and blessed i am. CF has been a place where i have heard from Him through the songs and speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am uncertain of the future, as i need to wait until next year to see whether i would be able to change course. It has not been easy, so many other things have happened along the way here that has tested my faith. But thank God he provided a way that i may stand up under it. Many people would not understand why i chose to take this path, even i myself don't know. But i just wanna continue to trust Him and rely on HIm that He is in control of everything. God is a God of miracles. This has song has given me strength to go on througout this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mujizat itu Nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TAK TERBATAS KUASA-MU TUHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SEMUA DAPAT KAU LAKUKAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;APA YANG KELIHATAN MUSTAHIL BAGIKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DITU SANGAT MUNGKIN BAGI-MU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DI SAAT KU TAK BERDAYA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;KUASA-MU YANG SEMPURNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;KETIKA KU PERCAYA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MUJIZAT ITU NYATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BUKAN KAR'NA KEKUATAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NAMUN ROH-MU YA TUHAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;KETIKA KU BERDOA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MUJIZAT ITU NYATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BRIDGE :MUJIZAT ITU DEKAT DI MULUTKU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DAN KU HIDUP OLEH PERCAYA&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/17639188-6150272763881236466?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6150272763881236466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6150272763881236466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6150272763881236466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6150272763881236466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/10/steps-of-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6484039244296538802</id><published>2009-05-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:55:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ever look at the sky in the evening, when the sky turns blue and grey and thinking that you missed the sunset. That all that was left of the sunset was just hues of dreary blue and grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ever caught the moment before the sun sets, when all is dark &amp;amp; grey, when you think that there is no hope left. When suddenly there is a burst of colours that light up the sky, springing shades of orange and red across the cold blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I witnessed just that and it reminded me of the scene in Narnia. When Aslan died, everyone was filled with sadness and they thought they didn't have hope. Suddenly, when all look dim &amp;amp; hopeless, he rose from the dead &amp;amp; shoke his glorious, golden mane in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And the most amazing thing was, after i finished my usual laps around the padang, i decided to go one more last round to enjoy what was left of the beautiful sunset and something within me just told me to go another round. As i was passing the row of houses, i looked up and thought i faintly saw a rainbow. But it didn't rain if i could recall or else i wouldn't be out in the padang rite..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But as i looked again, i realised that it was not only a rainbow, but a full rainbow:) oh... that definitely made my day.. who would have expected to see a rainbow at such a time and summore  when it didn't rain?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Seems as if He listens to the whispers of my heart:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-6484039244296538802?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6484039244296538802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6484039244296538802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6484039244296538802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6484039244296538802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainbow-ever-look-at-sky-in-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-885259304657390948</id><published>2009-04-09T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:12:05.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shades of Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I actually wrote this around easter time but didn't post it up until now thus the time lapse:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Besides that, been having a tough time staying focused lately but today managed to regain my focus and spend time with God... Have actually been shopping around for a camera since my last one went kaput!!! And i realised how many moments i missed capturing without a camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been caught up with cameras &amp;amp; drawing. So, shopping around I hear lots of comments... about mega pixels, optical zoom, bla bla bla... still very confused on which to buy @_@ And in drawing, we take notice of lighting and the sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly as i winded down my day with a walk in the park, everything went click!! And everything seemed to fall in to place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It never really strike me b4 that everything in creation has different shades to it. Look at trees, when u look closely at them, u'll notice that the leaves are different colours, so many different shades of green. Even the tree bark have different shades of brown on them. Then it occured to me that that is how it is with ppl, God made us all different shades of colour. Some of us are the lighter, brighter shade of colours while others maybe the darker, serious shades which all compose a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But no matter what, all of us are part of a bigger picture, we are all megapixels that when combined forms a beautiful picture. Although sometimes we tend to zoom in too much that we see only a small part of the picture and all we can see are the blemishes and imperfections. However, God knows the bigger picture and we just trust that He knows best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I had another epihany moment while sitting there. Recently my friend has been going through a tough time, and i've been trying to encourage her by saying that rainbows appear after a storm. Then suddenly i realised that we are surrounded by rainbows all the time!!! hehe.. u must be thinking how could that be?? Well, move those rusty wheels in ur head and track back when you were in science class where we learn about light and that sort. Think! think!! what happens when light goes through a prism?? Exactly!! it forms a rainbow...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So since we are surrounded by light all the time. Hence, we are surrounded by rainbows all the time eventhough we may not be able to see it with the naked eye. So, whenever you're having a hard time, remember that you are surrounded by rainbows. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-885259304657390948?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/885259304657390948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=885259304657390948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/885259304657390948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/885259304657390948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/04/shades-of-colours-i-actually-wrote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-82532442965924651</id><published>2009-04-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:54:51.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;~EaStEr &amp;amp; fAcIaL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;An embarassing thing that happened during the week - i had a once in a lifetime experience of FACIAL. My mum had been bugging me since who knows when to go for facial, and i kept canceling due to other more important matters that popped up. Unfortunately, there was no running away from it. Finally after many tries,  she got me to go for facial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And boy wass it PAINFULLLL!!! i mean i knew it would be painful and all, but i never thought it would be that painful... it was AGONIZING!!! But i thought i was being a baby, so i just endured through it without any struggling or screaming which i was so tempted to do. hehe.. even the facialist said that i very "yan tuck tong- can stand pain??":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As i was laying there, waiting for the torture to end. I suddenly remembered that somebody else had to endure pain that was like a gazillion times more than this. I cannot possibly imagine the pain Jesus had to go through when He died on the cross for our sins. In fact, the lil' pain that i went through cannot possibly come even remotely close to the pain Jesus suffered and i'm humbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, that is how great his love is for us. God paid a high price for us and yet asks nothing in return. He loved us when we're so unworthy, yet when we were still sinners Christ died for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Eventhough Earth Hour has already passed, but what does Earth Hour have to do with Easter??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, just as Earth Hour is not just a one day event but should be something that should be practised everyday. It is the same with Easter, it is not only during Easter that we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord, but something we celebrate everyday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/Sd4WVicm_qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VxXKxo0l95E/s1600-h/earth-hour-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URqg8fhegXI/Sd4WVicm_qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VxXKxo0l95E/s400/earth-hour-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322716368878370466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-82532442965924651?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/82532442965924651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=82532442965924651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/82532442965924651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/82532442965924651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-facial-embarassing-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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/_URqg8fhegXI/Sd4WVicm_qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VxXKxo0l95E/s72-c/earth-hour-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-4299222419290538526</id><published>2009-03-13T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:31:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~*RaiN DoWn oN mE*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/raindrops/MysteryRainAngel/raindrops.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/raindrops/MysteryRainAngel/raindrops.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo197/MysteryRainAngel/raindrops.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ver since i was a little girl i had this unknown phobia of r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ain. I had this irrational fear that once the raindrops fall on my hea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d, that my skin would disintegrate and my hair would fall off (i may be over exaggerating a lil' here) or i might fall sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;         Well, this lil' fear of mine could have been unknowingly implanted by my dad who always used to warn me :"Don't go out in the rain!" or "Don't let the rain touch your head or else you'll fall sick!!!" Even if it were a drizzle, he would ask me to cover my head with so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mething so that the rain wouldn't touch my head.   That is why ever since i was a little girl, i had this innate alarm in me not to let the raindrops touch my head and i would avoid going out in the rain at all cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;          Recently though, i was faced with situations where i had to face my fears. Twice i wanted to go out to my padang, however the sky didn't look at all welcoming and it threatened to rain, in fact there were already a few drops falling. Nonetheless, after all i learned in RBS to confront my fears n' all, i decided to take the chance and go out anyw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ay eventhough it may mean getting caught in the rain and getting sick. So summoning all my courage, i ventured out of the shelter of my house and into the open air of the padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;         Surprisingly though, although it threatened to rain cats and dogs, it didn't. Imagine if i didn't take the risk of stepping out of the shelter of my home i wouldn't be able to enjoy the beautiful morning or the breath-taking sunset. I learnt also through a few experiences of getting drenched in rain, and i expected to get sick but didn't after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;          That could be due to the fact that when i was younger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my dad fed me this ginseng drink that would build up my immune system. So, eventhough He did instill this phobia in me, at the same time he boosted my immune system so that i may fight whatever viruses that may come my way in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;          And now, i'm not afraid getting rain on my head or getting caught in the rain, although i would definitely think twice about running out into the rain and dancing lar. But i no longer have a phobia of rain, and i guess i have to thank my dad for making me drink that ginseng drink to boost my immune system:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/raindrops/xratherbeincali/peace-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g176/xratherbeincali/peace-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/raindrops/MysteryRainAngel/raindrops.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17639188-4299222419290538526?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/4299222419290538526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=4299222419290538526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4299222419290538526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4299222419290538526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-down-on-me-e-ver-since-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-5182694808136171193</id><published>2009-03-10T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:11:25.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;~*Being, BeAtitudes &amp;amp; Brokeness*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'm not sure 'bout the others, but stepping back into reality is definitely hard. I felt so weird to be back home where everything seems to be the same, nothing seemed to have changed but yet I changed.Felt kinda frustrated to be feeling that way, like how come after all that we went through up on Mount Cameron, then coming down to this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;However, i wuz really encouraged by the msg that was delivered on Sunday tat wuz entitled as above. It wuz as if he summarized almost everything that we learnt throughout RBS and i wuz like whoa... hehe.. an ant even crawled across my bible at one point... i wuz even like double whoa...He even talked about Elijah, after he experience such miraculous works wanted to juz die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; And all throughout the msg tears kept rolling down my cheeks.. It wuz as if he summarized everythin' &amp;amp; the impact was so much gr8er b'cuz of what we went through in rbs, the whole realisation through meditation by being still &amp;amp; all that...haha.. i'm not sure whether i'm making any sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;But i think i got what Jon meant about being broken... i think i wuzn't broken during my time in RBS, and that was what God was doing after it... Juz all these emotions came crashing down on me... &amp;amp; as Lyon's famous phrase goes: i LET Go &amp;amp; Let GOD.  Now somehow after being "broken" after tat msg, it seems like a closure to all that i've been through in rbs, like a grand finale of the whole experience there... And i had 2 experience it after i came down of the mount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i took notes.. will add them in soon...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17639188-5182694808136171193?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/5182694808136171193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=5182694808136171193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5182694808136171193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5182694808136171193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-beatitudes-brokeness-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-1103479860873992291</id><published>2009-03-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:05:03.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); 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It wuz a gr8 experience living on top of a mountain with 46 other ppl whom we barely knew at first, but gradually grew 2 know &amp;amp; lurve:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a brief summary on my journey of RBS what i learnt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ANTS  &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoying His prescence                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;listening to His still, small voice&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;            Spiritual Disciplines&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We need 2 train our spiritual muscles run the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;RACE of LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FriendS &amp;amp; Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We are all royal priests&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Strawberry Scones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have so many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;thorns in my flesh&lt;/span&gt; i must look like a porcupine:)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;       Silver Lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;DuRiaNs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God can work through anyone as long as we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;avail ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ReflectionZ                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Prayer moves mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;LiVing Intentionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-1103479860873992291?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/1103479860873992291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=1103479860873992291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1103479860873992291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1103479860873992291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/03/rbs-09-tough-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-8083655434834542774</id><published>2009-01-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:20:46.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After so long, i realised how shallow &amp;amp; obscure my faith really is...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8083655434834542774?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8083655434834542774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8083655434834542774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8083655434834542774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8083655434834542774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/01/clueless.html' title='Clueless...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-872800231510696684</id><published>2009-01-23T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:25:17.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*A NeW BeGiNnInG*~</title><content type='html'>Oh mann... its 2009 already.... where was i the whole time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... nope... i haven't dissappeared off the face of blogger world nor have i suddenly lost the ability to use the internet... its just that once u stop doin' something its kinda difficult to get going again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads have happen since i last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;The end of STPM...Christmas.....Watchnite....New Years....20th B'day....STEP UP....&amp;amp; whole lot of other trivial stuff and off 2 RBS soon on the 28th Jan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. 2008 went by really quickly with a blink of an eye... i can only hope tat 2009 won't fly by so fast tat we won't have a chance 2 appreciate it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-872800231510696684?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/872800231510696684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=872800231510696684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/872800231510696684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/872800231510696684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning.html' title='~*A NeW BeGiNnInG*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-7468599895964222927</id><published>2008-12-17T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:55:38.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pheeww... can't believe STPM is finally over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, now it feels like it never happened and it was all a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-7468599895964222927?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/7468599895964222927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=7468599895964222927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7468599895964222927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7468599895964222927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/12/pheeww.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-1533908181310185604</id><published>2008-11-29T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:57:24.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Anticipation of Freedom-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A large part of life centers around &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;anticipation.&lt;/span&gt; Many of life's important events is built on the fact that we have time to anticipate them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was what todays daily bread was about - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The pain and sorrow that we experience now is just a few bumps in our journey to a brighter future. As the malay proverb goes: bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian(oo.. not bad i can still remember some malay:). And whats more, it is these sufferings that we go through now that will make the reward all the more sweeter. The Anticipation of a much better future, anticipation of the hope that we have...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare is going to be over soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... i may exaggerating a lil' here... it wasn't that bad lar... but it was BAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait... another 3 more days till blisss!!! counting down every second, minute until i'm FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo many things i wanna do... so many things waiting to be discovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really remember what its like to just sit back, relax and get lost in the pages of a juicy mystery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*closes eyes n' chants* juz 3 more days.... 3 more days till FREEDOM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Yup, the anticipation of freedom is escalating till the point i can almost taste it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-1533908181310185604?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/1533908181310185604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=1533908181310185604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1533908181310185604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1533908181310185604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/11/anticipation-of-freedom.html' title='-Anticipation of Freedom-'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-9113158076640790821</id><published>2008-11-16T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:31:06.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*D-day*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The minutes, the seconds are quickly ticking away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;How i wish a second was like an hour, a minute like a day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;But then again i wish this whole ordeal would quickly be over so that i may resume my life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Tomorrow is D-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;D day that i have been preparing for as if my entire life depended on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;D day that will determine the course of my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;It all boils down to this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I definitely can't do this alone... And thank God i'm not:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-9113158076640790821?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/9113158076640790821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=9113158076640790821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/9113158076640790821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/9113158076640790821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-day.html' title='*D-day*'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-7686373072185761887</id><published>2008-11-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:58:34.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=agony=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;oooohhhh the agony!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have no idea which is worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be executed or the execution itself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown : 6 more days left *yikesss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-7686373072185761887?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/7686373072185761887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=7686373072185761887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7686373072185761887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7686373072185761887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/11/agony.html' title='=agony='/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-2332965876515065153</id><published>2008-10-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:59:44.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness...</title><content type='html'>Such a simple word, such a simple action, yet so hard to carry out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been wonderful how God has been working, to be able to be disciplined by Him is the most wonderful thing,  eventhough it may seem awful and tough at the time.&lt;br /&gt;It shows that He does care and wants the best out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week, the word forgiveness crept up more than once... And during Sunday service, guess what the topic was??? FORGIVENESS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the speaker said was so true, it had a whole resonance to it...&lt;br /&gt;Immeasurable, unconditional forgiveness, to forgive without condition &amp;amp; reason  is the core of Christian faith. Forgiveness must come from the heart, and for it to ring true, one must come to the realisation of the Father's forgiveness in our very own lives. The key to forgiveness is to come to the realization of the magnitude of our sins &amp;amp; God's forgiveness in contrast to what others have done wrong against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard though it may be,  hopefully i will one day truly to master the art of forgiveness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-2332965876515065153?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/2332965876515065153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=2332965876515065153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2332965876515065153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2332965876515065153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/10/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-3503547114069906058</id><published>2008-09-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:41:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*SoVouR*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I was jogging around my park today trying to relax, the sun was displaying its beautiful rays of colour before it turned in for the day. Unfortunately, the beautfiul painting only lasted only a few minutes before the sky turned dark. I was trying my best to savour every last streak of light left. Then it dawned on me that we need to SAVOUR life, SAVOUR the flavours of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Spicy, sweet, bitter, salty, hot, sour....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  Tatz life!!!!! Savour every single flavour, breath, sight life has to offer.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-3503547114069906058?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3503547114069906058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3503547114069906058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3503547114069906058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3503547114069906058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/09/sovour.html' title='~*SoVouR*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-904049540094739272</id><published>2008-09-07T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:45:48.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Breaking Point*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lack of sleep + Studying = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INSANITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think i came this close to losing mind and coming close to insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Now i understand what it is like to lose ones mind, to reach the breaking point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And let me tell u this, it ain't pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No wonder people to crazy things when they lose their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Studying can really make one lose ones mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-904049540094739272?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/904049540094739272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=904049540094739272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/904049540094739272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/904049540094739272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-point.html' title='~*Breaking Point*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-8140863580375121930</id><published>2008-09-04T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:40.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, is STPM tough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing in this world that is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8140863580375121930?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8140863580375121930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8140863580375121930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8140863580375121930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8140863580375121930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/09/boy-is-stpm-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6236731358883616653</id><published>2008-09-01T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:58:51.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Insignificant*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have u ever felt like u were lost in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;That this world is soooo overwhelming that it consumes u from the inside out until you can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have u ever felt like u were soooo small &amp;amp; insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes the whole idea of how big the entire universe is just soooo mind boggling and it just eludes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Indeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We are just but a speck of dust in this enormous universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;An aimless wanderer on the face of the earth searching for the meaning of life and a place to belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-6236731358883616653?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6236731358883616653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6236731358883616653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6236731358883616653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6236731358883616653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/09/insignificant.html' title='~*Insignificant*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6693667628766462212</id><published>2008-08-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:40:59.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*Fall from Grace*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           In this age and time, it is no surprise to hear yet another renown person falling from the  peak of fame and fortune to the very depths humiliation and despise. Even famous icons such as Britney Spears, Bill Clinton, Jim Bakker... This just shows how human we all are, even those deemed close to immortal. However, should it come as such a surprise?? We are after all fallen people in a fallen world. But does it mean we should give up hope?? Definitely not... If we were perfect we wouldn't need God anymore... Therefore, it is important that we anchor ourselves in God and let be the anchor of our lives. It is so easy for us to go off course and steer towards the wrong direction, but if we have God as our anchor, we wouldn't need to fear that we will go off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On a much lighter note, 3 cheers to Lee Chong Wei in getting a silver medal in badminton. Although he could have done better, he still made Malaysia proud by getting a silver medal, better than nothing rite...:) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-6693667628766462212?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6693667628766462212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6693667628766462212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6693667628766462212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6693667628766462212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-from-grace-in-this-age-and-time-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-3301944780870137644</id><published>2008-07-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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/17639188-3301944780870137644?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3301944780870137644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3301944780870137644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3301944780870137644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3301944780870137644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-4857907696100441454</id><published>2008-07-27T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:18:23.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hhhmm...there is so many things i wanna say and they are all swimming in my head, so many things i wanna write and when i'm in front of the comp i juz go&lt;/span&gt; BLANK... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*CeLeBrAtE LiFe*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, first things first... i know i'm abit lagging but this is what i did during my weekend away...And to all the form 2s who missed me... i had a good reason to!!! hehe... maybe nxt time i'll bring u guys... if ya'll are good...hehe.. it is definitely nice to sit back, relax and smell the roses(literally:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my ahmah's 80th b'day last week... yupzz.. dun play play k.. 80th is not a small no. wei.. so we threw a big bash for her all the way up at camerons:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227693859749329058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIx_3jDZeKI/AAAAAAAAACc/K8qLZjS5mig/s400/102_3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-the bungalow we stayed at- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had an awesome time up there spending time with family... it was really fun having the adults playing games with the younger kids... soooo funny... the weather was cool, the flowers were pretty... what more could you ask for... plus the place we stayed in was so quaint and picturesque.. it wuz an old english bugalow built in 1933 when the english still ruled our country.. haha.. i almost expected to find a hidden passageway somewhere:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Preety Roses- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227692669630878034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIx-yRhDEVI/AAAAAAAAACU/1QcMCUiQNMI/s400/102_3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227692664063188434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIx-x8xm3dI/AAAAAAAAACM/vnVQBGwQFzA/s400/102_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227696005397438418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIyB0cNxX9I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZLZvIvC_LDs/s400/102_3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-getting sucked in2 another world-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227696007797859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIyB0lKE5iI/AAAAAAAAACs/CD3iNWBsyuw/s400/102_3345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-the Peh Family tree-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227692647875048514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIx-xAeDdEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NyZ-C2Veikc/s400/102_3334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dear AhMah:) luv her lots....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-4857907696100441454?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/4857907696100441454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=4857907696100441454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4857907696100441454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/4857907696100441454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/07/hhhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SIx_3jDZeKI/AAAAAAAAACc/K8qLZjS5mig/s72-c/102_3312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-6786386419796859880</id><published>2008-07-27T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:40.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hhhmm... why isit that all the words swim in my head and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-6786386419796859880?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6786386419796859880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6786386419796859880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6786386419796859880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6786386419796859880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/07/hhhmm_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-7819526178572687961</id><published>2008-07-03T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:37:18.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ~*PROSTAR Week*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This week from the 1st- 4th of July is Prostar Week in my skl. Who knew that PROSTAR would become something so close to heart. Before this, i never knew that this club even existed, much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; less what it stands for. hehe... For those who don't know, PROSTAR stands for Program Sihat Tanpa AIDS Untuk Remaja... Yeah, i know its a whole mouthful.. hehe.. until now I still have trouble remembering the whole name... They really should do something about the name:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...The theme for Prostar Week is One Life Makes a Difference, it means we can make a difference in the lives of those infected by AIDS because that one life is precious and valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few activities carried out in conjunction with Prostar Week, there was a talk, exhibition, lucky draw quiz where we will be giving out an MP3 player, 2 thumb drives and 10 consolation prizes. There was actually so much more that i wanted to do for Prostar Week for example the drama and the No Apologies Workshop. Oh yeah, we are also making a trip to the One Life Exhibition that will be held at DUMC. Unfortunately, due to some circumstances, we are unable to carry them out. It is a lil' disappointing but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it really has been an exciting experience for me this year as the president of the Prostar Club. No doubt there were its ups and downs but i think it was all worth it. Furthermore, i have a bunch of great people as my committee, so i'm really blesssed:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SGyceHSpPAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o23HjO1nJx8/s1600-h/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SGyceHSpPAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o23HjO1nJx8/s400/ribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218718109382818818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-7819526178572687961?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/7819526178572687961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=7819526178572687961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7819526178572687961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7819526178572687961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/07/prostar-week-less-what-it-stands-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SGyceHSpPAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o23HjO1nJx8/s72-c/ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-3990639415693310049</id><published>2008-06-25T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:57:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~*Pensees*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    I think i kinda understand how Elijah felt after he just had the most amazing experience with God... I mean u would think it would feel extraordinary after an experience like that or at least joy. However, He went from the peak of the mountain to lowest point in the valley... but to feel nothing... Thats just frustrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"If God does not exist, one will lose nothing by believing in him, while if he does exist, one will lose everything by not believing."                                                                        -Blaise Pascal-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That was one of the things that i've been pondering on, and Blaise Pascal put it into words... Yes, this is Blaise Pasal, of the infamous Pascal's Law P=F/A...Before this, all i knew was that he made physics more complicated then it already was... Who knew that Blaise Pascal, a scientist, a mathematician, a philosopher viewed God in such a profound manner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He has alot of interesting views in his book "Pensees" on life and stuff... I like him:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Indeed we have everything to gain if we just believe, and everything to lose if we don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-3990639415693310049?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3990639415693310049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3990639415693310049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3990639415693310049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3990639415693310049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/pensees-i-think-i-kinda-understand-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-3926856334611169177</id><published>2008-06-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:27:29.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SFkZb82vmtI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xn3Kz4jdGB8/s1600-h/Law+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                           ~*Law Ball*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding Dong...ding dong...ding dong...ding dong..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck 12, the beautiful princess fled from the ball leaving her gold slipper behind... The handsome prince tenderly picked up the delicate slipper and stared wistfully after the lovely figure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that did not happen at the ball i went to... altho i did have to leave early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is how my "fairytale" story happened...It all started when my fairy godmother(my girlfriend) suddenly called me up on friday &amp;amp; told me she had an extra ticket for KDU law ball(her sister wuz the organiser).. i was really excited and all but then i realized that i did not have anythin' 2 wear!!!!  Then she told me tat her sister's friend had lent them some dresses to try and i could borrow one... Such a  coincidence:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told my sister(evil stepsister) where i wuz going, she told my dad:"no...don't let her go.don't let her go" Fortunately, my dad saw through her evil scheme and let me go. So went over to her house early to get ready &amp;amp; make up... I fell in luv with the lil' black dress.. i usually dun feel comfortable wearing these kinda dresses... but i felt really comfortable in the dress.. Then off we went in my pumpkin carriage (my friend's estima)hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there fashionably late as usual... But just in time for the ball to start... We were placed at tables... had dinner..buffet style.. There was lucky draws too and surprisingly i won a prize!!! how cool is that... neva won a lucky draw b4... hehe.. Then there wuz alot of performances..singing..dancing..fashion show..more singing..choosing prom king &amp;amp; queen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only prince charming i met was the 60 something guy i sat next too.. i tot at first that he was a lecturer.. but turns out that he was actually a student!!! how amazing is that... As the chinese idiom goes: "huo dao lao, xue dao lao" -it means learning even when ur old or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before the clock sturck 12, we had to leave as my friend's mom wanted to go home di.... On the whole, i had a good time dressing up and all... It was really fun and all but the only thing that was missing was prince charming and the talking mice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. fairytales aren't real are they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SFkZbiNFrnI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_pnzOjFx0/s1600-h/Law+ball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SFkZbiNFrnI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_pnzOjFx0/s400/Law+ball2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213226004486925938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 princesses:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/17639188-3926856334611169177?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3926856334611169177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3926856334611169177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3926856334611169177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3926856334611169177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/law-ball-ding-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SFkZbiNFrnI/AAAAAAAAABk/sS_pnzOjFx0/s72-c/Law+ball2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-5251732319469490045</id><published>2008-06-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:20:14.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~*FREE*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay!!! exams are over and i can finally breathe again!!! hooray!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;unfortunately, now i have 2 face my results which won't be pretty....*yikes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is sooooo many things i wanna do, that i planned 2 do after exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Hang out with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Make stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*STUDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yupzzz.. i think i need 2 start studying again judging on my resultss... hehe.. but dun worry... i'm not that crazzyyy... i'll relax 4 a day first..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, something really interesting happened yesterday... We had to dissect rats again!!!! eeewww... it wuz super gross as this time i saw them killing the ratss!! At first i thought i wouldn't be able to do it, i didn't even want to touch it...But at last i told myself that i had to do it for the sake of science...haha.. i wuz praying that the rat wouldn't suddenly come back 2 life while i wuz dissecting it... that would've been TRAUMATIZING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sooo... after everything wuz done...we went back to class.. then one of my friends started to feel faint and his legs went all rubbery...n' he even vomitted.. it wuz awful... I didn't think it wuz serious at first, thought he was juz havin' post-exam stress... But then... it became worse until they had 2 call the ambulance.. So it wuz kinda cool n' scary at the same time when the ambulance arrived and then after that we rushed to the hospital 2 see him.... Apparently it wuz because he inhaled too much ether while he wuz dumping the rubbish.. Ether wuz used to kill the rats.. n' it almost killed him too... Hhmm... the irony of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But thank God he is all-right now... Soooo the lesson of the story is that we shouldn't kill rats!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/17639188-5251732319469490045?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/5251732319469490045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=5251732319469490045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5251732319469490045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5251732319469490045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-yay-exams-are-over-and-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-1156651626700340215</id><published>2008-06-06T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:45:03.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;~*Brain Damage*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I think i've finally figured out what is wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... its something much worse than b4....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I might have a HOLE in my brain!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean that must be reason why I can't seem to remember what I've been studying this whole time... It must be... It would explain why the information that i store in my brain just keep pouring out...  Hhmm... I better go see the doctor to get my head checked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note......  I  just watched the Lake House to get my head off exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6430ae1e9682070f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6430ae1e9682070f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330298174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71EC3FE2E1441B51268F190F1D023A785EE13BA4.6134EA77E68231FA299165C3633AACD66AE0306A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6430ae1e9682070f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8HsZpmutOm09Uq0n7e9aC4VKIos&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6430ae1e9682070f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330298174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71EC3FE2E1441B51268F190F1D023A785EE13BA4.6134EA77E68231FA299165C3633AACD66AE0306A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6430ae1e9682070f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8HsZpmutOm09Uq0n7e9aC4VKIos&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's not too bad.... Just way too impossible and a lil' confusing... I mean how can a guy in 2004 communicate with a gal in 2006 through a mailbox.... Oh wait... they can... in a movie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... putting aside all the impossibilities and how come they don't just go look for each other... It was actually quite nice... the part that hit me most was "waiting".... Maybe, just maybe it is worth it to wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, she used the book "Persuasion" by Jane Austen... hehe... I kinda like that book too and it also is about waiting... About how this guy falls in love with this girl but due to unforseen circumstances cannot be with her... Years pass, and they meet again... So... the question is: "Is it worthwhile to wait??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God makes everything beautiful in His time.":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17639188-1156651626700340215?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6430ae1e9682070f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/1156651626700340215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=1156651626700340215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1156651626700340215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/1156651626700340215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-damage-i-think-ive-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6053169854220002023</id><published>2008-06-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:40.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/17639188-6053169854220002023?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6053169854220002023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6053169854220002023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6053169854220002023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6053169854220002023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-3097611602623209607</id><published>2008-06-03T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T04:36:09.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;~*Help!*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;I think i'm suffering from a very rare and dangerous disease.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;- insomnia&lt;br /&gt;- loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;- depression&lt;br /&gt;- head &amp;amp; back ache&lt;br /&gt;- serious case of eye bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis:  " Biology-Repulsion Syndrome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure: ????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-3097611602623209607?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/3097611602623209607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=3097611602623209607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3097611602623209607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/3097611602623209607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-i-think-im-suffering-from-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-9176603185265948010</id><published>2008-06-02T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:17:16.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;~*Blink*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;*BLINK*..................&lt;br /&gt;That's how fast the first week of my holidays went by. Although I must say I had quite an eventful and tiring week, unfortunately not as productive as I would like it to be:( But on the bright side, i got to spend quality time with people I treasure in my life:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a brief highlight of my past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT--&lt;br /&gt;Went to KC carnival and met up with my old school mates. Had a good time catching up and all and see the school b4 it get demolished... Then went to watch narnia with my form 2 kids...muahaha.. i could promise there were eyes staring at me... i think they tot that i wuz the mother of them... *hello!!!!!* i'm like wayyyyy 2 young to be a mother k... but we had a blast lar..hehe... then went sleepover at a friend's house... wuz very tired mannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-- Went church as usual... sports...  slept at 5 a.m. crazy i knoeee....hehe... ask my crazy fren lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-- ate... slept... watched t.v...can't remember di... i think i bathed too...*note 2 self: study!!! study!!! STUDYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues-- studied a lil' then spent the rest of the day wif my old buddy,reggie:) went sauna...crazy business wei... she alwiz goes cuckoo wann... dunno why also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed-- Tuition in the morning... then HILLSONGS at nite!!!!!!! woohooo... awesome man... although at first i wasn't really in the mood... but worshiping God is always refreshing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs-- Studied a lil'... then went 4 lunch with some friends... ate pan meen &amp;amp; scones:) yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-- not sure what i did... worship led in cug... oh yeah.. wuz cinderella for the nite.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-- went 4 dance... lunch.... home... study... movie...zzzZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-- churchh... sports.... movie....zzzZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatz a whole mouth-full man... hey, wait... how come soooooo lil' studying wann??!!&lt;br /&gt; oh well... the heart is willing but the flesh is weak...oh noooo....better go make up for lost time...hehe... ciaozz...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-9176603185265948010?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/9176603185265948010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=9176603185265948010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/9176603185265948010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/9176603185265948010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/06/blink-blink.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-6751854734965406459</id><published>2008-05-23T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T04:37:17.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*Holidayzzz*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        Holidays are finally here!!! thank God!!! Unfortunately, as usual holidays for me means study.... study... &amp;amp; more studying!!! oh well, at least on the bright side i get to study more lar... Hhmmm.. I just finished round 1 of my examss... its only the first half and i feel like dying already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda random now actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that David Cook won!! Seriously... this is like the best season of American Idol so far. I'm actually sad that it's over.:( I'm gonna miss watching A.I. and their stellar performances... Out of all their performances, i think my favourites was David Cook's-Always Be My Baby... and when he sang Little Sparrow(never knew a song about sparrows could sound so good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Jason Castro's version of Somewhere over the rainbow??? If you haven't... pls do... I never used to like that song... But after I heard his version, i totally fell in love with it:) I keep listening to it over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and ice-cream is a gal's best friend....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooo... somebody seems to have pressed the fast forward button or something... time seems to be flying faster and faster each day... The lowers 6s just came in about a week or 2 ago and before long STPM will be here... It feels like just yesterday when I stepped into Form 6 life and believe it or not, i actually don't want it to end... I'm actually really enjoying F6 life and i hope it doesn't end sooo fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-6751854734965406459?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/6751854734965406459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=6751854734965406459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6751854734965406459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/6751854734965406459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidayzzz-holidays-are-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-290078341506150534</id><published>2008-05-18T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:40.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*eXaMs*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh noooo... its that time again... time to get buried in piles and piles of books... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wuz Teacher's Day last friday and my club did a letterbox thingy where students could send msgs to teachers... Thank God it turned out allright... Hmm... feel really random now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Jason Castro's version of Somewhere over the rainbow??? i think its the best!!! i never used to like that song, but after i heard him sing it.. i really truly fell in love with it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got soooo much to say... But i have no idea how 2 put it into words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... somebody seems to have press the fast forward button as time seems 2 be going by super fast now... I wish time wouldn't slip by so fast... the lower six students juz got into school last monday.. it feels like just yest when i was in lower 6... I don't want Form 6 to end so fast.. believe it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-290078341506150534?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/290078341506150534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=290078341506150534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/290078341506150534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/290078341506150534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-oh-noooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-8224784879308857771</id><published>2008-05-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:33:35.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~*&lt;/span&gt;SpOrTs DaY*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4mDElbII/AAAAAAAAABc/FVEhj2v3RrE/s1600-h/sports+day+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197286565040450690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4mDElbII/AAAAAAAAABc/FVEhj2v3RrE/s400/sports+day+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The scorching heat of the sun beats down, as all(almost all) the students even step near the school field... The day where adrenaline kicks in,where the crowds rise to cheer...where the star athletes show off their super-hero abilities... I unfortunately, wasn't one of them though... hehe... My school had their sports day last sat.. And believe me, it was quite different from the one i experienced at KC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sports Day was really interesting for me, i did not use to have a house(as in group for sports)... And now i'm in PURPLE hse... The house of ROYALTY... where the high and elite reside.. haha.. who am i kiddin'??!! Oh wells, at least they tried to make it that way.. Our theme this year for my hse was greek mythology or something like that.. So we had Zeus, a peacock thingy, a temple... the whole works larr... it was not bad lar i guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It was quite amazing, everybody was quite semangated.. especially when they did their perbarisan thingy... never had that b4 in my last school... Oh wells, words cant' really express how it all went about... so i shall let d pictures do the talking... Oh yeah, my house got 2nd although we were leading at first lar... Mr. Chan(this really semangated teacher who is obsessed over his house winning, i actually quite admire his spirit lar) must be super duper happy cuz' his house finally won after 6 yrs of dry spell apparently.. But i'm quite happy with 2nd too...Oh wells, all is well since that is the true spirit of sportmanship rite??!! PURPLE ROCKS!!!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3RzElbCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bUrCdH8ta7I/s1600-h/sports+day+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4lzElbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/YGXDfIvnTHI/s1600-h/sports+day+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197286560745483378" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px" height="430" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4lzElbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/YGXDfIvnTHI/s400/sports+day+038.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3RzElbCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bUrCdH8ta7I/s1600-h/sports+day+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197285117636471842" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3RzElbCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bUrCdH8ta7I/s400/sports+day+042.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4lzElbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/YGXDfIvnTHI/s1600-h/sports+day+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3STElbDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-q7zyrlfdWI/s1600-h/sports+day+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197285126226406450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="367" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3STElbDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-q7zyrlfdWI/s400/sports+day+046.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;-Mr Zeus??-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TDElbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yg5pwYqXZlI/s1600-h/sports+day+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197285139111308354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TDElbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yg5pwYqXZlI/s400/sports+day+048.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TTElbFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ThhBySFl-Kc/s1600-h/sports+day+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197285143406275666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="306" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TTElbFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ThhBySFl-Kc/s400/sports+day+059.JPG" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TDElbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yg5pwYqXZlI/s1600-h/sports+day+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TjElbGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o_wYRQNseQw/s1600-h/sports+day+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197285147701242978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB3TjElbGI/AAAAAAAAABM/o_wYRQNseQw/s400/sports+day+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;-The final Score-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-8224784879308857771?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/8224784879308857771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=8224784879308857771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8224784879308857771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/8224784879308857771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/05/sports-day-scorching-heat-of-sun-beats.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SCB4mDElbII/AAAAAAAAABc/FVEhj2v3RrE/s72-c/sports+day+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-7635764764580624883</id><published>2008-04-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:23:01.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNWPjElbBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7MTYjORgtgE/s1600-h/rage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:The R.A.G.E PhotogrAphY Workshop:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNLqTEla_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9twuk8vxiVM/s1600-h/rage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193577985334406130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNLqTEla_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9twuk8vxiVM/s320/rage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;      I luv 2 look at gr8 pics, i juz luv the whole perspective and artsy fartsy feelin' that jumps up at u.. i luv 2 take pics(although i can't say i take the best pics:), especially scenary pics... its my dream tat i can travel the world taking photographs of God's beautiful creation. if only there were a job like that:) I have alwiz been interested in photography, though not that equipped with the skills &amp;amp; technics. So, when the RAGE announced that they were organising a photography workshop, i jumped at the chance (although i had no idea who was going at first) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy who gave the talk, glenn guan, was pretty good and has took some pretty good shots for the Star, u can check out his pics at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glennguan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.glennguan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;. He first gave us tips on how to shoot gr8 digital photos. Seriously,sad to say i never knew that there were so many functions on my good ole' digi cam. After he gave us tips and taught us some technics, they actually brought them out on a field trip to take pics. Unfortunately, due to the fact i had to attend to something, so i couldn't go with them. It looked like lotsa fun though :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;( Oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNWADElbAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXjmQ6x3h2o/s1600-h/rage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193589354112838658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNWADElbAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXjmQ6x3h2o/s320/rage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been a long, tiring day... can't wait to try out my new knowledge on photography*rubs hands*:) but i'm too tired nowww....ready to go and get my zzZZZ... oh yeah, but before that, update on my lil' mousee... A moment of silence for Stuart lil' *silence* He is now resting peacefully in "mouse" heaven, if there is onee... Stuart lil' R.I.P.&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/17639188-7635764764580624883?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/7635764764580624883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=7635764764580624883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7635764764580624883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/7635764764580624883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/04/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp3.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SBNLqTEla_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9twuk8vxiVM/s72-c/rage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-5902361646617457241</id><published>2008-04-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:18:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Tribute 2 Stuart Lil'*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;~*Tribute 2 Stuart Lil'*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This is rare...i'm blogging again only a day after my last post *round of appplause pls* hehe..rare but good:) juz have to try to keep this up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wellzz... today wuz quite a day... been laughing alot these few days, have no idea why. I think i've been laughing so much that people are starting to think that there is something wrong with me. hhmm... They say laughter is the best medicine... but i'm not sick. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. not dead yet... as i posted yesterday, i wuz supposed to run 1800m but thank God it started to rain after the first event so they had to postpone it to tomorrow... haha... but still got 3 events tomorrow wei. A miracle happened today though, i actually got 3rd when i thought i would get last... cuz' during the semi-finals i actually got the last due to running every ounce of my strength on the first round. Sooo amazing... must really thank God.. Somehow, i feel that sometimes we feel like we can't do it but God will provide the means... i definitely can't run very fast, but somehow someway something happened along the way...not on my own strength but something far greater....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be an interesting day tomorrow: I'm gonna dissect a RAT!!!!!! i mean a mousee.. poor innocent mice who did no harm to this world (except steal our cheese and rampage through our thrash) What did u ever do 2 us for us to treat u this way??!! In the name of science, for the greater good of mankind, i guess i have to.... This is to my dear, cute lil' mouse, which i will hereby name Stuart Lil'. Enjoy your short period of time here on earth....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SAdn7srvCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tsjgliCnAH4/s1600-h/white-mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190231370872326386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SAdn7srvCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tsjgliCnAH4/s320/white-mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stuart Lil':)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-5902361646617457241?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/5902361646617457241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=5902361646617457241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5902361646617457241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/5902361646617457241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/04/tribute-2-stuart-lil.html' title='~*Tribute 2 Stuart Lil&apos;*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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://bp2.blogger.com/_URqg8fhegXI/SAdn7srvCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tsjgliCnAH4/s72-c/white-mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639188.post-2372324687078595528</id><published>2008-04-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:23:32.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Broadbandz d BEST*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;~*Broadbandz d BEST*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Boyyy.. do i miss blogging!!! yay!! i finally have streamyx/broadband(yeah, i knoe.. like after how many dinosaur years rite:) &amp;amp; now finally, i'm opened to a whole new world of the internet... yay!! no more waiting for hours for a webpage to load... no more waiting till my hair turns white to download a song!!! wohooooo!!!! seriously... this thing is 10 times faster... no 100 times faster than b4...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Can u believe that i only juz started 2 use Utube?!! oh my goodness... i have been sooooo deprived of the wonders of the digital age!!! i'm surfin the net, downloading songs &amp;amp; programs, watching vids on u tube, checking my emails all at the same time...*smiles with glee:)* Now, i can finally understand how some ppl can stay on9 the whole day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;How time flies... its been almost a year since i wrote in here... loads of stuff have happened since then... Nopee.. not working at ISmile anymore... currently studyin' in form 6!!! yeah.. form 6!!! can u believe it?? hehe... actually its not tat bad larrr.. I'm not sure whether its the irony of life or something... Last time i used to say that i wanna go to CHS... i wanna go to CHS... &amp;amp; now I AM IN CHS... Surprisingly, now that i'm here, i find that CHS is not that different form Kuen Cheng... i mean as in the whole feel/atmospere of it... It still has the same chinese private school sorta feeling but not as strict &amp;amp; overwhelming as KC... I think i knoe which i like better but i shall keep my opinions to myself in case i kena "stoned" or something...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Anywayzz... i have loads &amp;amp; loads more to say... but time is running and i need 2 get my beauty sleep as i will b running 200m,400m,800m, 4x400m tommorrow... Oh my goodness, thats 18000m all together!!!!^~^ okiezz... i better run nowww:) nitezzz.....&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/17639188-2372324687078595528?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/2372324687078595528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=2372324687078595528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2372324687078595528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/2372324687078595528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2008/04/broadbandz-d-best.html' title='~*Broadbandz d BEST*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-117561707897098549</id><published>2007-04-03T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:24:51.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Where 2 Start??!!*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;itz been 2 such a looooong time since i last blogged tat i dun even knoe where 2 begin... Well, for starters for those who dun knoe i've been 2 aus &amp; back alredy. in fact aussie seems such a looong way off it almost feels i didn't even go there. well, i guess life goes on huh. yupzz, n juz an update i'm not schoolin' anymore but i'm workin' at a dental clinic called &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iSmile dental center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a dental nurse. haha.. okiez mayb itz not d most interesting, glamarous &amp;amp; exciting job available, since i juz stand there &amp; suck saliva out of ppl's mouth. hehe. but Hey!!! itz not tat bad k, &amp;amp; it doesn't seem as gross as it seems. itz kinda ok after u get used 2 it. Anyhow, itz a very good experience as i can see d inner going-ons of a dentist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Itz been around 2 months plus since i started workin' there, and to tell u the truth i &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it!!! i mean it can get really tirin' &amp; boring when there r patients non-stop from 9-5. phewww!! no time 2 eat lunch also. But imagine if we feel that, the dr. must even more tired. i must really salute her as she works non-stop that she doesn't even have time 2 go 2 the toilet. hehe. oh yeah, the "doctor" is Dr. Ong Nguk Jean or Dr. Jean as many patients affectionately call her. i think tat she's kinda like a superwoman, she's a mother of 4 kids &amp;amp; a high-tech-up2date-cool-awesome dental clinic(*u shud see her clinic, itz soooo cosy unlike those stereotyped clinics wif d creepy white floors &amp; walls like sumthin' out of the Shining or sumthin'. hehe. itz actually exactly how i imagined how i wud setup a clinic, tat is if i ever bcome a dentist:) whcih she runs single handedly, juggling work &amp;amp; family is not easy man.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I really thank God that i found this job, it wuz actually a unique intervention as it wuz my grandma who set up the meeting wif her cuz' they're from the same church. So upon meeting her, i immediately started work the nxt day. Itz amazin' tat she gave me d job so quick since i have no experience as a dental nurse &amp; no outstanding qualifications. But since working there i've learnt alot through observing Dr. Jean, she not only inspires me to become a dentist but also as a person at a whole. I mean she has a passion not only for her job, but also a passion for people and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Itz a joy 2 work there also b'cuz of my wonderful colleagues who r all unique &amp;amp; funny in their own way. Theres Siti Mariyana who is a drama queen &amp; the craziest person u cud ever meet:), she's also a dental nurse &amp;amp; then there is Elaine,the receptionist, is cute &amp; frinedly &amp;amp; is perfect as a recpetionist. Ahhh... it really is a joy &amp; pleasure 2 b part of team at iSmile dental Center, i mean not many ppl can say that they adore their job &amp;amp; look forward to going to work every single day. That is y itz soooo important 2 choose sumthin' tat u like &amp; have a passion for, or else... I'm gonna miss workin' there when i have to leave to further my studies &amp;amp; pursue my future elsewhere. i actually think working life is way better than school life now, but that's only me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*For those who wanna knoe more 'bout the clinic &amp;amp; catch a glimpse of how it looks like u can check out the clinic's website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ismile.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.ismile.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/17639188-117561707897098549?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/117561707897098549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=117561707897098549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/117561707897098549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/117561707897098549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-2-start-itz-been-2-such-looooong_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-116913242107394729</id><published>2007-01-18T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:00:21.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cH@nGeS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-116913242107394729?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/116913242107394729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=116913242107394729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/116913242107394729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/116913242107394729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2007/01/chnges.html' title='*cH@nGeS*'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-116757182552898032</id><published>2006-12-31T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:30:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Out wif the old &amp; in wif the NEW*</title><content type='html'>oh gosh... i can't believe how long it is since i wrote in here!!! itz been like 4ever!!!! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly... i must apologize 2 all who have been deprived of my ramblings... haha... flatterin' myself here... cuz' i kinda 4got my username... yeah... can't believe tat either... n' juz recently i remembered!!! haihzz... SPM must have taken up alot of storage units in my brain... but i'm glad 2 b back... 4 those who don't knoe i'm in aussie now... I"M IN AUSSIE NOW!!! n' celebratin' new years here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly... i'm missin' home like crazy... :( feelin' really sad n' down... i miss the usual rituals of goin' 2 my grandma's hse 4 c'mas dinner n' exchangin' pressies in church... goin' 4 watchnite service 4 countdown... miss my frenz n' family lots n' lots... u will neva knoe until ur not wif em'... itz already 2007 b4 malaysia since we're 3 hrs ahead of time... n' it juz hit me tat itz not 2006 anymore...:( n' i'm feelin' all sorts of things now... all mixed up in2 one... n' tears juz rollin' down my cheeks... why oh why did i decide 2 come here in the 1st place??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not regrettin' my decision... or mayb abit...  i guess my trip 2 aussie is kinda like the beginnin' of a whole entire journey... as my dad said... 2007 is gonna b a whole new year... a year tat i'm gonna b 18... a step 2ward adulthood... n' things r gonna b sooo much more different... wif life-changin' decisions 2 make n' bigger responsiblities 2 take on.... n' mayb my trip 2 melbourne is juz the start 2 tat journey... i'm not sure wat 2 expect... n' i'm not sure watz in store 4 me... but i'll juz have 2 learn 2 trust God more n' rely on Him more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... 2006 u have been good 2 me.... u were awesome!! i did sooo many things i neva ever thought possible n' accomplished things i neva dreamed of doin'... although there have beeen sum dissapointments n' obstacles... i am grateful 2 God 4 all that happened in this year... n' all glory goes 2 God...But at the same time... welcome 2007... u are full of trials n' uncertainties... but i welcome u all the same wif hope n' expectation tat u  will bring joy n' goodnesss in the future... !! 2007 here i come whether i'm ready or not....  Bring it on baybeh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-116757182552898032?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/116757182552898032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=116757182552898032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/116757182552898032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/116757182552898032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-wif-old-in-wif-new.html' title='*Out wif the old &amp; in wif the NEW*'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114909310553680259</id><published>2006-05-31T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:31:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*HeLlo HoLiDaYzZZZZ*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yayzzz!!! holidayz are finally here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; itz like a dream come true... no skl for 2 whole weeks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;urghhhh... however theres alwiz a catch.... i've gotta study the whole time cuz' my examz r after the holss... *sighz* wonderful..... see!! my skl neva eva gives us a break wann... haihzz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sooo... i've to spend most of my hols buried in booksss..... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;went  ice-skatin' yesterday wif sum skl frenzzz... it wuz quite funlarrr... until sum "malaysian ice-hockey" turned up n' started showin' off... urghh!!! we were gettin' off the ring  cuz' they had 2 smoothen the ice again... sooo me n' evelyn were at the door then suddenly we felt water splash into usss... it wuz this guy from the "malaysian ice-hockey team"... u knoe how the skaters break... so he skidded to a stop... showerin' drops of water onto us!!!!!!!  n' did not even apologise about it....  tatz why we were fumin' after tat..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But all in all... it wuz wonderful 2 b on the ice... it wuz almost like flyin'.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;welll... i'll be off to tapah for a mission trip to the orang aslis on d 2nd-4th of June.... we've been preparin' for this mission trip for a while nowww... sooo... really pray tat everytin' will turn out fine... we really hope 2 touch their lifes n' make a difference..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114909310553680259?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114909310553680259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114909310553680259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114909310553680259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114909310553680259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-holidayzzzzz.html' title='~*HeLlo HoLiDaYzZZZZ*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114788041001989060</id><published>2006-05-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:40:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*PeAcE oF MiNd*~</title><content type='html'>Whoa.... things have been soooo busy &amp; hectic l8ly what wif skl, homework, tests, cf, forum, prefects, class play, the up-comin' mission trip..... my hands have been quite full l8ly n' nearly more than i can bear... especially wif the prefects thingy which i've been havin' abit of a trouble wif my partner n' my handicapped chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluz sooo many things have happened l8ly... sumtimezz things don't appear as they seem... Ppl r sooo shallow sumtimez... we look only on the surface of things but really we need 2 look deeper than tat... Ppl may fail u... but God neva will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatz why itz sooo importatnt to hold on 2 GOd.... He's the one who can give peace n' strenghth to the weary... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="75" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/Madame_Butterfly.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i wanna be a butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flyin' in the sky with u 2day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna lose this old cacoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna do it soon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n' fly away.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n' b free........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114788041001989060?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114788041001989060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114788041001989060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114788041001989060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114788041001989060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace-of-mind.html' title='~*PeAcE oF MiNd*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114666619516060781</id><published>2006-05-03T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:23:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*AwFuL WeDday*~</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! neva had such a bad, horrible dae in ages man.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the dae started off bad as there wuz prefects installation n' i am kinda in charge for the attire department... sooo i planned this attire spot check n' it went haywire from then on.... haihz... cuz' it wuz such a mess i had 2 shout into the mike in front of the entire skl 2 ask them 2 shut up!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the onli problem wuz i had 2 do it in chinese... *gasps* n' ya'll knoe how badly i fell... haha.. the moment i stopped sayin' wat i tot were chinese words into the mike... everybody burst out laughin'... *sighz* this juz proves how cham n' horrible my chinese really is... my chinese sucks!!! basically it wuz chaotic n' i'm the who has 2 take the heat *fans my self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... juz when i tot the day cudn't get worse... it did!!! i had 2 finish the bulletien board 4 CF...  the board has a large glass tat slides here n' there... we were actually havin' a hard time movin' it... when we finally managed 2 push it... we were like yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly the huge glass started 2 tilt 4ward... b4 i knew it, it had hit eunice on the head n' shattered into millions of tiny pieces... whoa!! believe me... it wuz almost like sumtin' out of the movies!!! i wuz kinda traumatized after tat lar... n' i tot oh no!!! we must've been the first ppl in the history of kuen cheng 2 do such a thing... but at least we wud go down in history....*patpat* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyea... a lil' update... had sports day rehearsal on tues... aiyo!!! now i look like a human lobster eventho i stayed as much in the shade as possible... cuz' this year mite b my last year... i decided 2 take part in a more challengin' event... the 1500m/1.5km run!!!! *horrified* 4 rounds round the stadium... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupzz!!! tot i wuz gonna b last or sumtin'... but i ended up..... *drum rolls* no. 5!!!! out of like 20!! sooo not bad ler.... =) glad i finished the thingy lar... then took part in the 4*100 relay race n' we managed 2 get into the finals!!! woohoo!! like for the first time ever... but then on the reall day rite.. sure get last one.. *sobz* hehe... must prepare ourselves for the defeat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: long time no blog already!! feels good 2 b back!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114666619516060781?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114666619516060781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114666619516060781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114666619516060781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114666619516060781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/05/awful-wedday.html' title='~*AwFuL WeDday*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114563572168330300</id><published>2006-04-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:08:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*LoSt but FoUnD*~</title><content type='html'>really truly... when God works he leaves u juz amazed, awed &amp; blown away... until now i have no idea how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i wuz takin' out my contact lenses when suddenly one side dropped on the floor... wuzn't too worried cuz' i knew i wud b able to find it l8er... But then when i bent down 2 find it... i cudn't see it anywhere!!!! After lookin' a few timez i started to freak out cuz' mine isn't those normal soft lens itz hard lens... more expensive weii.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked my sis(apparently she's good at findin' things) to join in the search... Still... cudn't find it...we got down on our knees &amp; looked high &amp; low, right &amp; left... every nook &amp; cranny... but still cudn't catch a glimpse of it... wuz sooo worried &amp; very fan cuz' i get agitated when i can't find sumtin'... i lost it in the afternoon... &amp; kept lookin' after off &amp; on... Even asked my dad 2 help 2... yet we cudn't find it... sooo i prayed for God 2 help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at nite when my mom came back... i told her... she wuz kinda mad at me cuz' i lost it... sooo i went to my room...Then suddenly i heard her yell... i ran into her room &amp; yay!!! she found it!!! apparently she found it rite where i dropped it... the place where we looked over &amp; over again... but somehow we didn't see it... But i'm quite sure tat it wuzn't there b4... Soooo... how did it get there???!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have no idea how tat cud have happened... i mean 3 ppl looked at the exact same place &amp; yet didn't see it... n' the lenses r quite easily seen... it wuz rite in front of our eyes all the time....  it wuz impossible for it to be there cuz' i checked there sooo many timess... oh well.. tat juz shows tat God works in mysterious wayzz.. sometimes we r juz blinded... i have no idea how it got there... but i knoe God had a hand in it... Thank God!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114563572168330300?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114563572168330300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114563572168330300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114563572168330300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114563572168330300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-but-found.html' title='~*LoSt but FoUnD*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114563292795700611</id><published>2006-04-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:30:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*EaStEr*~</title><content type='html'>Well... easter wuz a week ago... but sum of the moments still linger in my mind.... it wuz awesome!!! hehe... it wuz kinda fun actually cuz' there were sum professional make up artists &amp; hairdresses there 2 make us up &amp;amp; all tat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... actually felt soooo pampered wif all the treatment we had.... it wuz kinda scary at first... cuz' i saw sarah's hair gettin' done first &amp; he kinda piled her hair on top of her head... like goin' 4 prom kinda hair-style... hehe... she looked abit like wilma from flintstoness &amp;amp; she looked really nice... then it wuz my turnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 tat the manager told him not 2 "overdo" cuz' no time... soooo i juz sat back while the guy twisted &amp; turned my hair... *crossed fingers* in the mean time ppl kept sayin' oooh... ahhh... eeee.... *drumrolls* then after he wuz done he said i had 2 come back later to do the chicken thingys... THE CHICKEN THINGYS???!!!! gr8!!! i looked like a CHICKEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on 2 do makeup.... after all tat i didn't knoe how i looked cuz' weren't any mirrors around.... &amp;amp; ppl kept said i looked weird... &amp; scary &amp;amp; like an alien.... arghhh!!!! *sobz* haihzz... hahaa... i finally looked in the mirror.... &amp;............. i looked like sumtin' out of a &lt;strong&gt;horror movie&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! oklar... mayb not tat bad... but still.... anyhow it wuz a gr8 experience.... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/me%20in%20makeuping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/me%20in%20makeuping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a [me doin' make up]     href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/me!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/me%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a    [b4] href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/me.sarah.ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/me.sarah.ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       [after]&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;Then it wuz time for us 2 get on stage... surprisinly i wuzn't all tat nervous cuz' mayb we were in a group... the choir wuz gr8!!! the soloists rocked too!!!! &amp;amp; the kids stole the entire show.... =) they were soooo cute!!! all in all it wuz an eater to remember... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no idea why but i can't seem 2 find any pics of the easter play... hhmm... will have ta post em' l8er...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114563292795700611?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114563292795700611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114563292795700611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114563292795700611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114563292795700611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='~*EaStEr*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114502582184395722</id><published>2006-04-14T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:53:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*LoVe or MeNtaLLy iLL??*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/My_Heart_by_pupasoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/My_Heart_by_pupasoul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/Beating_Heart_by_Melere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/Beating_Heart_by_Melere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/a_pure_heart_by_questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/a_pure_heart_by_questions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;who knew national geographic wud b so interestin'??hehe... i didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz read this very interestin' article about luv in national geographic... Well... i can tell u one thing... scientists look at luv in a whole different perspective.... apparently itz all in the brain... we have neurons tat stimulate blablaba.... n' humans marry so tat we can pass on our DNA??!!! scientists!!! *shakes head* apparently theres this substance in our brain called sresotonin or sumtin' of tat sort... N' they tested ppl who r in luv n' those who have obsessive-compulsive disorder(OCD) n' they have 40% less sresotonin than "normal" ppl.... soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;translation: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itz hard to differentiate between love n' OCD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bottom line:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;dun b a fool... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;STAY AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mayb luv is caused by sum chemical reaction in our brains... mayb so.. i however believe luv definitely cannot be tested in a laboratory.... i believe luv is sooo much more than tat...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Luv is powerful, luv is merciful, luv is forgivin', luv is everlastin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LoVE NeVa FaiLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... n' tat very luv wuz shown Jesus Christ as He bore our sins n' died on the cross for sinners such as us... Yes... we're undeservin'... Yet... He's merciful n' have shown us grace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You Lord for dyin' on the cross this very day 2006 yrs ago...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/cross2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/cross3.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114502582184395722?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114502582184395722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114502582184395722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114502582184395722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114502582184395722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-or-mentally-ill.html' title='~*LoVe or MeNtaLLy iLL??*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114485421413053415</id><published>2006-04-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:03:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Once upon a Caterpillar*~</title><content type='html'>Busy... busy... Busy preparin' for this year's easter production called &lt;strong&gt;once upon a caterpillar&lt;/strong&gt;... haha... dun be fooled by the name tho... itz a truly awesome play performed by the adorable kids... tho the costumes r kinda scary ....but itz definitely a superb drama not to be missed!!! itz on the 16th april 2006(sunday) at PJEFC heritage centre... from 10:30- 12:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho this play is done by cute lil' kids... itz really meaningful n' tells all about change n' how we hate changes in our life... But not all changes r bad as u wud see in the play... Soooo... come n' see!!! haha... all r invited!!! ur personally invited by me... ;)  tatz the invitation slip... all details r in there... sooo sorry for those of u i can't personally hand it 2 u... but do come!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/OuaC.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;well... sometimes we can get 2 busy n' caught up with preparin' for easter and tryin' our hardest 2 make everytin' go well... But we often 4get wat is truly important... Easter is all about Jesus n' wat he did on the cross for us... He is the main attraction while we r juz "calefes" or "sidekicks" in this big show... May He take centre stage n' may Him b3 all gloRy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114485421413053415?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114485421413053415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114485421413053415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114485421413053415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114485421413053415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/04/once-upon-caterpillar.html' title='~*Once upon a Caterpillar*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114459243482933117</id><published>2006-04-09T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:20:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realized tat when God works... ur alwiz left amazed, awed, n' blown away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114459243482933117?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114459243482933117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114459243482933117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114459243482933117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114459243482933117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-realized-tat-when-god-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114373179422566374</id><published>2006-03-30T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:16:34.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:::::oVeR::::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hallelujahhh!!! Exams r officially &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OVERRRR!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yea baybeh...yea baybehh.... ooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cud feel a whole mighty weight lifted off my shoulders... i cud finally breathe freely again after handin' in my last paper-bio bleh... pheewwww... now thank God tatz all over n' done wifff... woohooo!! i'm FREEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hehe... i even made up a song after the exam... here it goes.. quite cacatlar...&lt;br /&gt;but who said i wuz a song writer!!!??? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It seems like juz yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;i wuz buried in the books...&lt;br /&gt;it seems like forever since i relaxed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can breathe...&lt;br /&gt;Now i am free....&lt;br /&gt;Now i can watch TV!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(sing it to the tune of kelly clarkson's - behind these hazel eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*coughcough*sorry...excuse  the lameness... but anywayzzz... YAY again!!!! sooo happy... haha... but then when i think 'bout my exam resultsleh... not sooo happy alreadyyy... itz gonna b ugly mannn... UGLY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Went out to pasar malam juz now 2 celeb8.... itz been such a longlong time since i went there.... it all seemed sooooo strange... i lost the skill of dodgin' n' manueverin' round tons of ppl... Haihzz... it wuz all goood... crowded n' all.. ate fried icecreamm, drank cat's eye, ate sum tart thingy... n' bought earrings again... wat is wif the 3 for RM10 deal... way irrisistable...but shared wif frennn soo....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it wuz all good till we saw these beggars.... they were lyin' on the floor n' everytin'... haihzz... itz like i wish i cud really help them... but then...n' there wuz this lil' kid wif his mom on the floor cryin'.. it wuz awkward..... *sigh* makes me think how good i have it... when i think of my cuzzie who is 7 yrs old but has 2 digits in his bank account!!! more than me k!! mine not even 2 digits yet... then i see them who may not even a bank account...  i'm gr8ful 4 wat i have... wish we cud do more 2 help themm... haihzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114373179422566374?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114373179422566374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114373179422566374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114373179422566374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114373179422566374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/03/over.html' title=':::::oVeR::::::'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114330335710642993</id><published>2006-03-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:15:58.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) @nywhere But heRe (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here we go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;itz tat dreaded time again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;how i wish i cud be anywhere but here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i got told off by koko joshua... he's my age actually, younger than i am a few weeks... But tatz not the point, i wuz studyin' like mad n' he wuz like "u knoe, this isn't the way 2 study... u shud have started long time ago..." *yikesss* tat wuz the exact same thing my dad told me juz a few dayz ago!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm... i knoe tat itz true... but he's only my age!!! but then again he is in college n' got 11 A1s for SPM... no play play!!! so i guess he does have some right 2 say tat... Sumtimezz... therez stuff tat we knoe tat is rite but we choose to live in denial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were learning about trustin' God 2day in youth... n' it struck me tat i've not really been spendin' time wif God... i mean itz like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's alwiz within' our reach but itz up 2 us 2 reach out 4 Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sumtimez,We juz get all caught up wif life n' stuff... n' neglect God... We have 2 spend time wif Him juz like how we spend time wif our friends or family... 2 really get 2 knoe Him n' really experience Him... n' He speaks 2 us through different wayss... in His own special way... i'm juz waitin' 4 my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;burnin' bush experience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... i like tat... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A break before exams continue on monday...&lt;br /&gt;Haihzz...&lt;br /&gt;i'm only halfway through and i'm half dead...&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;last minute studyin' is NOT good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;can't wait till itz all over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114330335710642993?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114330335710642993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114330335710642993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114330335710642993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114330335710642993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/03/nywhere-but-here.html' title='=) @nywhere But heRe (='/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114269998997014799</id><published>2006-03-18T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:39:50.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Study... Study ... sTudyy...~</title><content type='html'>i have no idea why i even start 2 plan stuff, cuz' in the end things neva turn out the way i plan it... hhmmm... the irony of lifeee... For example... i planned 2 study MOST of the time durin' hols... but then. Things happen. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i attended this bio thingy for 5 days of my hols, it wuzn't tat bad... we concentrated more on geneticss... hehe.. at least now i knoe tat guyz r XY while galz r XX!!! woohoo!! We galz have the X factor dun wee??!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 meet up wif one of my primary skl classmate... got a chance 2 visit the famous chatholic high skl... *coughs* it wuz quite nice actually... got a personal tour of the skl by my fren... she had 2 clean out the guides room in her skl cuz' it wuz infested by termitess!!! EEWwww!! i hate termitess!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went 2 emmanuel efc 2day for interefc... wuz' quite fun actually... got 2 meet sum new frenzz... n' see the guyz act like monkeyz escapede from zoo negara... haihzz... sooooo memalukan onliii... haha... the train ride wuz quite funn... n' i found out tat itz not tat easy studyin' on LRT wif all the noise n' ppl... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study... studyy.... i need 2 studdyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114269998997014799?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114269998997014799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114269998997014799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114269998997014799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114269998997014799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/03/study-study-studyy_114269998997014799.html' title='~Study... Study ... sTudyy...~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114218708988747464</id><published>2006-03-12T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:55:47.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Casanova*~</title><content type='html'>"Oh give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me I would love him alone and forever"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                - Franchesca Bruni -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.... tatz the quote from the movie casanova... tho predictable, it wuz juz the thing i needed 2 brighten up my day... Haven't seen a movie or gone out in agess!!! Itz juz the thing i needed, a movie, shop, eat secret recipe wif a girlfren after all the busyness of skl... i think the quote is sooo true... i mean guyz nowadayz too go from 1 gal 2 another... but it neva occurs to them 2 save themselves for tat 1 women... whereas they expect the woman to be the one who saves herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz a sucker for romantic moviesss... nearly cried at 1 part 2.....  After watchin' the movie, i actually think heath legder is cutee!! 2 bad he had 2 act as a gay cowboy... wat a bummer.... but otherwise not badd...hehe... how i wish we cud go back in time n' live in the 18th century, back where things were sooo much simpler n' easier... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went joggin' after to burn all the fats i had accumulated 2day (the large popcorn, wongkok,cheesecakee....) hehe... While i wuz joggin' i decided to try out sumtin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u knoe sum ppl jog lookin' in front while sum look on the ground....so i tried it out i realized tat itz better 2 look up... not only cuz' u mite bang into a tree if u keep lookin' down... heheh...=)But the road seems broader and the journey shorter when u look ahead n' can enjoy the surroundings... of nature... Tatz how it is in life 2 i guess... We can't keep lookin'down on our problems... We shud look look ahead at our goal n' enjoy the process of gettin' there... or else we juz mite miss out on all the wonderful moments in lifee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the eyes of men we are worthless, but in the eyes of God we are priceless..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a malay proverb goes... banyak udang banyak garam, banyak orang banyak ragam...   how hard it is to handle juz a small group of ppl... imagine how much harder it is for a shephard to gather 100s of sheep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may not feel tat God is movin' in ur life... but whehter u feel it or not He is... Can u feel that the earth is turnin' on itz axis??? Noo... but the earth is movin' anywayz whether u feel it or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114218708988747464?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114218708988747464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114218708988747464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114218708988747464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114218708988747464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/03/casanova.html' title='~*Casanova*~'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114209188122364625</id><published>2006-03-11T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:05:37.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holi....... dayz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whoaa... long time no post already man... itz been ages since i've been on9 or had time 2 breathe... i mean form 5 is no joke man!!!! Hehe... i think i used 2 many mans-_- Exams are comin' up after the hols, haihzz... i have no idea wats wrong wif my skl lar, they neva eva let us relax durin' hols 1... they're all crazy, insane!!! hello?? wat r holidayz for???torture??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha... juz got back from prefects camp... it wuz hhhmm.... weirdd... we had to sleep in classrooms and bathe in the gross bathrooms!!! eeewwww.... but it wuzn't all tat bad lar...hehe.. i got smart n' pulled a big tong of water in wif me so i had plenty of water.... cuz' the water in there wuz soooo small.... they had to actually take turns turnin' on the water... sad man.... n let me tell u this.... stayin' in skl at nite is actually quite scarryyy.... especially when u juz heard a ghost story n' ur tryin' 2 find a head of a dead guy......eeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay!!! holidayz is here again... but watz the use when i'm gonna spend most of the hols buried in piles of books!!!!!! itz juz soooo sad.... i'm startin' 2 regret why i didn't pay more attention in class as now i have no idea wat in the world maths, physics,sejarh... and all the others r talkin' about.... i really need 2 pay more attention durin' class n' stop day dreamin' or talkin' or makin' stuff!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114209188122364625?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114209188122364625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114209188122364625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114209188122364625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114209188122364625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/03/holi-dayz_11.html' title='Holi....... dayz!!!'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114088426853566964</id><published>2006-02-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:22:59.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Lookin' back at the past, i see so many timez where i wud have loved 2 erase, and so many timez i wud have loved 2 relive over and over again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timez where we could juz sit down and chat for hours and hours...&lt;br /&gt;Timez where things were simple &amp;amp; care-free...&lt;br /&gt;Timez where we wud laugh uncontrollably...&lt;br /&gt;Timez where all we could see was love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like it or not, change is inevitable, like a piece of driftwood on the river, sooner or later itz swept up by the current and carried into the gr8 sea.... Then in the sea, it feels ever sooo lonely and small... Change doesn't come out of a sudden and hits u in the face, instead it creeps up slowly and overwhelms u when u least expect it... And when it does... it hits u hardd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114088426853566964?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114088426853566964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114088426853566964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114088426853566964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114088426853566964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-114053549216711674</id><published>2006-02-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:34:00.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv is in the airrr......</title><content type='html'>My Rose*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/rosie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/rosie.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Valentinezz... a season of luv....... juz got to knoe the story of how Valentinez came 2 be... Cuz' there wuz this guy called Saint Valentine n' an evil emperor named Claudius... banned marriagess... jailer's daughter... blablabla... u figure the rest out... hehe... Not tat romantic a story but still nice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Valentinez is a time for luv... then wat r the other timezz??? Sooo we only spread luv on valentinezz?? Tatz why we need show the ppl we luv tat we luv them on every other day... Not wait for Valentinezz!!! We shud treasure the ppl we have with us now, and don't take them for granted.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Valentinez used to b a day for loverss... But then cuz' it made the single n' available ppl left out so they decided to include everyone... Hehe... sooo itz actually an insult to the single ppl out there... Oh welll... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wuz my valentinezz... Due to the fact that i haven't met my prince charmin' yet.... Sooo i spent valentinezz wif a bunch of church friends.... supposed to go to swensons but in the end it wuz crowded like mad... so went to coffee bean down the road....  Got a free choc mocha.... courtesy of hock jeen who works there.. got a rose for valentinezz!!! hehe... Sooo happy!!! Yes... before your imaginations go flying off to neverland... Noooo!!! itz not from a guy.... hehe... but i'm happy anywayzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-114053549216711674?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/114053549216711674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=114053549216711674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114053549216711674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/114053549216711674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/02/luv-is-in-airrr.html' title='Luv is in the airrr......'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113880756210831942</id><published>2006-02-01T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:26:02.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Chai.... Ang Pow na lai!!!!!</title><content type='html'>itz been sooooo long since i last updated... to be exact since my b'day... Wow... tat is lonnggg.... Haha... dunno lar... didn't feel like updatin' for sum time... have no idea why... no mood i guess... u knoe lar... how the mood comes and goes.... hehe... not sure how this wud last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many angpows i got 2day will remain a secret between my bank account &amp; me....hehe... but the rest is no big secret at all....haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was The Nite B4 CNY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deafening explosions shattered the silence of the nite as we gathered  nonchalantly around the table. Looks of amazement flashed across the faces of the younger ones while some covered their ears in bewilderment. What in the world could have made that loud, repulsive noise that perturbed our peace? Could it be a bomb planted by terrorist seeking revenge on a nite so fine?? Or an old junk car that had one too many gas leaks?? Nooo.... the sound shot through the nite for the 2nd time... This time... we were ready for it... Booommmm... Boooomm.. Bangggg!!!! As we crept closer to the front door, I bravely took a peek. Lo &amp; behold, there stood my cousin brother wif a lighter in one hand and a whole box of firecrackers in the other...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... dunno wat made me write tat silly billy story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayzzz the real story is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my cousins arrived early around 2:00 pm , at my grandma's hse this year to help out wif the dinner preparations... This is due 2 the fact we are all out of maids... soooo we all have 2 do the work... But i much prefer it this way... got 2 spend time wif my cuzzies n' lil cuzzies(they were soooo adorable 4 helpin' out wif peelin quill eggs n' everytin')... learnt how 2 wash veggie.... shelled prawns... cut garlic... soooo in the end my hand smelled of prawnlic... eeeewww!!! Hehe... but the dinner turned out successful thanks 2 me... hehe.. nolar... n' everybody else who chipped in... We had a wonderful steamboat dinner... yummy... fatfats... n' then played firecrackers... n' sparklers if tatz wat u call em'... sooo we basically ended wif a big bang!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY!!! Calories New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up l8... soooo missed pjefc but went 2 dumc... The msg wuz really awesome... neva got sooo much spiritual food in a msg b4 for a longlong time... But basically it wuz about faith n' how david conquered goliath... i learnt that we all have our goliaths in our lives... n' itz up 2 us 2 defeat them... wif the help of God of cuz'... we can only do the natural things but God can do the supernatural!! yay!!! i have alot of goliaths in my life tat i need 2 conquer tatz for sure... Then went on to my ahma's hse for lunch... after tat we had a photo session... Man!!! lots of photos were taken... My grandma's hse turned into a homemade studio this afternoon... But we had lotsa funn..  Every family had a potrait of em' taken... THanks 2 my cussie wif her handy camwhore tat cost 3k...phew... lepaked around wif relatives... thatz pretty much it lar... came home quite tired out n' a few pounds heavier.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BLeSsEd ChInEsE NeW YeAr 2 alL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ya'll get lotsa Angpows... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n' share em' wif meeeeee...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113880756210831942?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113880756210831942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113880756210831942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113880756210831942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113880756210831942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/02/gong-xi-fa-chai-ang-pow-na-lai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Chai.... Ang Pow na lai!!!!!'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113855667355374785</id><published>2006-01-29T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:44:33.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like being random now...</title><content type='html'>i'm being bitten alive by all these mosquitos while sittin' here bloggin'... such sadness... Why were mosquitos even created??? 2 suck out all of our blood??!!! Haha... going 2 be really fat now... been eatin' cookies the whole day!!!! Wat is this?? CNY??? Calories Now Yay!!!! haha... i knoe tat wuz really lame... mayb mosquitos can suck out all the fat i've been accumulatin'... hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;readin' pride n' prejudice now... really not tat bad... itz better than sense &amp; sensibility anywayzz... i tried readin' s&amp;S but i failed miserably after readin' the 1st line over &amp; over like around 15 times!!! i wish this cny holidays wud go on &amp; on &amp; on... &amp; neva eva stop... i dun wanna go back 2 skl!!!! Is it me or am i gettin' a tad bit older... now i dun even care how many angpows i get!!! when last time i wud b eagerly countin' every time i got one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; saw a really creepy movie juz now... itz called One Hour Photo wif robin williams &amp; michael vartan... That wud make u wanna see it... But trust me on this... Dont !!! Cuz' seroiusly outrageously insane... n' weird.... It doesn't make much sense... juz about this crazy lunatic(robin) who gets obsessed over this family whom he develops pics for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everybody is wearin' red for cny... i wonder why... i mean itz like read represents death... choi!!! u knoe like bloody... haha... but my family wuz different this year... all the cussies wore pink instead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! i killed one of those annoyin..irritatin' mosquit... VICTORY is mine!!!! n' this one has blood summore... Okiez.... enuf of random stuff already.... i think the sugar is really gettin' 2 me.......hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113855667355374785?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113855667355374785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113855667355374785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113855667355374785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113855667355374785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-being-random-now.html' title='i feel like being random now...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113683227143821703</id><published>2006-01-09T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:54:13.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burfday Bluesss...</title><content type='html'>hehe... i'm officially 17 now!!! 17???? 17!!!!! ahhhhh!!!! i feel sooooooo old....  &amp; ppl keep reminding me 'bout it... haihzz... well, the up side is tat i get 2 drive sooon.... *woohooo* juz hope i won't b a hazard on d road...*yikezzz* since i'm kinda blur &amp; all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My b'day wuz awesomeeee..... i can honestly say itz like 1 of d best b'day ever... okiezzz, my b'day didn't start off tat gr8 lar... can u believe i cried b4 my b'day???  soooooo, it kinda started off bad... Fortunately, it got better lar... Ppl started wishin' me when i got 2 skl n' sang b'day song... When i got home, received calls 4rom sum frenzzz...then sum of my frenz came over 2 wish me &amp; give prezzies... Then went out 4 dinner at d teapot cafe wif 2 of my frenzzz... d food there wuz yummy but soooo duh expensive k!!! Wuz really happy tat ppl actually remembered my b'day... got quite alot of prezzies...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then d nxt day.... had 2 go 2 skl!!! attended a funeral of sum big shot guy n' got 10 bucks while doin' tat.... not bad... standin' 4 dunno how long n' gettin' wet wuz worth it after all...hehe... After skl had 2 rush 2 jy 4 openin'... we played water games!!!! it wuz super-duper-whooper fun!!!! i got drenched 4rom head 2 toe!!!! got goodness how many pails of water poured down my head... hehe... had sooo much fun gettin' ppl wet 2!!! *winkzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wif our very wet clothes we charged upstairs 2 d concourse 2 lepak n' eat.... Soooo... i wuz standin' there oblivious 2 everytin' talkin' 2 ppl... when suddenly, out of d blue i heard ppl singin'... At first i tot they were singin' juz 4 fun... then i realized they were all lookin' at me... i cudn't believe it!!! Then i saw sarah &amp; david walkin' 2wards me &amp; in their hands were 2 secret recipe cakesss... n' i wuz like soooo shocked i didn' t really knoe wat 2 do... Then there wuz a cake fight after tat cuz' of sum naughty guy.... yes u... chee wohh!!! he said he wudn't push my fac3 in n' i got a few ppl 2 hold down his hand, but didn't work in d end...sooooo... got cream all over me face...hehe... After tat changed &amp; got over 2 midvalley 4 my b'day dinner... ate at d famous kim gary's... wuz not 2 bad... really nice actually...n' reasonably priced....hehe.... all in all... it wuz a gr8 b'day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*juz wanna thank all d ppl who made my b'day memorable... i really really appreaciate it!!! Thankzzz sooooooo much 4rom d very bottom of my heart.... Luv ya'll lotsss....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113683227143821703?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113683227143821703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113683227143821703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113683227143821703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113683227143821703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2006/01/burfday-bluesss.html' title='Burfday Bluesss...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113596592411354412</id><published>2005-12-30T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:05:24.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Icon</title><content type='html'>i'm currently sitting in front of my com writing utter crap while my other frenz r havin' lotsa fun at the JY sleepover... haihzz... soooo sad!!!! Cuz' of my oh soooo conservative dad who doesn't approve of all this kinda sleepovers... He juz doesn't trust me lar... but he says he doesn't trust our hormones!!! i mean wat does tat mean... Soooo... here i am talkin' 2 myself... feelin' sooo *lonely....lonely... i have nobody....ooohhhh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiezz... i can rant on &amp; on about it... but we shall not dwell on such negative things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter side... i 've juz got back 4rom my trip 2 penang.... it wuz gr8 man... really enjoyed myself thoroughly, juz wat i needed... And put on a few pounds too 4 tat matter...haha... the food there is delicious!!! i like the cheh-hu aka. pasembur there the best!!! itz kinda like rojak but u can't find it here.... i spent the past 5 days there stuffin' myself...keke... and i got 2 spend time wif my cuzzies 2... they're gr8 eventhough they luv 2 bully me(d younger 1s especially..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after tat rushed 2  the Christmas Icon held in my church, i wuz sooo worried i wudn't make it in time... n' i didn't practice at all wif my band... *yikezz* 4 ur 411, christmas icon is like american idol but band style wif our very own randy-nicholas, paula-keisha &amp; simon-kerry...haha... they were funny &amp; kinda harsh 2.... Surprisinly, my band did pretty well... we got not bad comments 4rom the judges... *phewww...* tot we wud fail miserably....but thank God everytin' turned out well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe tat skl is startin' nxt week??? it only like juz dawned on me yesterday... i tot still got another week 2 goo.... arghhh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dun wanna go back 2 skl!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113596592411354412?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113596592411354412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113596592411354412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113596592411354412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113596592411354412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-icon.html' title='Christmas Icon'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113558213452821459</id><published>2005-12-25T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:42:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JY Camp : ASAP</title><content type='html'>ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soul    a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/camp05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/camp05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY CAMP 2005: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all d form 4s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/ASAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/ASAP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 word could describe camp and tat would be : AWESOME!!!!! it really and truly wuz awesome as can be... Honestly though, at first i had my doubts 'bout this camp and i wuzn't really expectin' much. But God works in wondrous ways and only He could have made things to turn out the way they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho the weather there wuz like freakin' cold but the fellowship wuz as warm as can be.... it wuz one of the best youth camps eva in JYlar of cuz'. i got to meet sum new ppl tat i neva to i wud meet like this girl from Gospel Hall called Zoe whom i kinda knew though my cousin. and  this gurl 4rom my primary skl whom i didn't even knoe. Got to knoe more ppl better this camp too. Soooo it wuz like cooollll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, 'bout the fairy tale nite i went as mulan in the end. hehe... there were 2 mulans me and another gurl... so i wuz d mulan in a guy suit mulan.... hehe... alot of ppl got sick at camp but thank God nuthin' serious happened... we played water balloons when it wuz rainin' *brrrrr...* n' there wuz talent nite on d last nite it wuz super farnie man!!! i acted as bathsheba... very maluing n' alot of obscene partsss...eeehhmmm rather not talk 'bout it... but my games group : B.C. got first overall!!!! *wooohooooo!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/me%20%26sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/me%20%26sarah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as mulan n' sarah as fairy godmother:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this etiquette or eh ticket! workshop that thaught us how to be proper ladies and gentlemen... *cough* like we're not!!!!!! mayb the guys need 2 open the doors 4 ladies more often and pull the chairs out 4 the ladies 2.... hehe.... but anyways after that there wuz a dinner... really formal thingy... wif candles and all that... there wuz like 12 tables and a host at every table. i wuz super blur tat nite like didn't knoe wat wuz happenin' at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/semiformal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/semiformal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp we saw God really movin' in this place and we're expectin' gr8 things 4 the year 2006. Soooo i juz hope that our passion 4 God will keep on burnin' bright for the rest of our lives and that it will neva eva burn out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113558213452821459?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113558213452821459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113558213452821459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113558213452821459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113558213452821459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/jy-camp-asap.html' title='JY Camp : ASAP'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113388199993783812</id><published>2005-12-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:29:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppin'</title><content type='html'>Gosh!!!!! itz amazin' how fast money dissapears... itz like with a flick of a wand n' all my money is GONEE!!! GONE!!! i stepped into Mid Valley wif 100-plus ahhh... (excuse the punt) n' stepped out wif an empty wallet... now how did tat happen??? Ha!!! i can tell u where all that money went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) indian bracelets... altho they weren't d 1s i wanted,but they will make do 4 d time being...&lt;br /&gt;2) earringsss...&lt;br /&gt;3) Present 4 my mom (itz her b'day 2morrow)&lt;br /&gt;4) Presentz 4 ppl...&lt;br /&gt;5) sum eehhmm... *personal items if u knoe wat i mean...*_*&lt;br /&gt;6) a dressss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now i have no idea wat got into me??? i bought a dress!?!?! i mean itz reallyreallyreally nice n' all... i fell in luv in it d moment i set my eyes on it plus it wuz super cheap 2 for a dress... only RM39!!!! is tat cheap or wat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HOWEVER... itz a bare back... a halter neck dress...it exposes far more skin than necessary i think... and until now my dad hasn't seen it yet but i did ask his permission n' he said yes... Furthermore, 1 thing didn't cross my mind : that sum lunatic mite come n' pull d string holdin' my dress 2gether... then wat?? public humiliation!!! Haihzzz... &lt;strong&gt;WAT WUZ I THINKIN'&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairy Taless... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where everybody lives happily ever after... if only tat were true. imagine livin' in faraway land where i reign princess wif my prince. where fairies dance, elves prance n' goblins dwell... where d birds sing n' the stars shines brighter... such a dreamm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thump* back 2 reality... i'm still juz a gurl waitin' 4 her prince 2 come sweep her off her feet... where d only place i reign is my room... *sighzz* Ohh well... that mite actually happen durin' camp 4 wat 2 seconds???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Such a headache... wat shud i dress up as??? my fav fairy tale when i wuz younger wuz beauty n' d beast... soooo magical... but i can't very well find a dress like hersss... it wud cost a bomb tat is if i can find it 1st lar...  Help!! i need help!! Anybody got any ideas wat i shud dress up as???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113388199993783812?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113388199993783812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113388199993783812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113388199993783812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113388199993783812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/shoppin.html' title='Shoppin&apos;'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113379549994422343</id><published>2005-12-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:11:50.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PayCheck</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! got my first paycheck!!! actually not really paychecklar, more like paycash cuz' got it in cash. fhaha... altogether $$$, not postin' on d net 4 all 2 see lar duhhh!!! after get rob.. hehe... but then again not tat much either lar. for those of u who wanna knoe can ask me personally ;) Wuz going out 2day 2 shop till i drop but then unfortunately had a last minute committee meetin' 4rom 10-5pm... Dun think we did much n' actually wasted quite alot of time... haihzz... then aunty christina came over at nite 2 plan d dance 4 kids camp... ARGHHHH!!! still haven't cum up wif d dance 4 60kidss!!! gonna diee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my 1st b'day present yesterday!!! *Woohooo!!!* altho my b'day is not till nxt year but no complains here... i luv d present my cuzin gave me.. really nice... =) Also celebrated my b'day wif my couzins cuz' my dad wuz like dun wanna trouble ur ahmahlar(cuz' my ahmah does all d cookin') oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113379549994422343?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113379549994422343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113379549994422343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113379549994422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113379549994422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/paycheck.html' title='PayCheck'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113371403640961322</id><published>2005-12-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T06:49:41.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship On Fire</title><content type='html'>Haihzz... feel soooo xian...i have no id3a why but suddenly i dun feel like bloggin' anymore. i mean i've lasted 4 quite a long time since the time i tot bloggin' wuz pointless n' useless... i mean why let the whole entire world read wat ur feelin' n' i doubt everbody writes wat they truly feel?? we've got our own personal diary 4 tat and away 4rom prying eyes. Sooooo in the end i still dun get the point of bloggin'. Then not too long ago due to the overload of time due 2 holidayz, i decided 2 try bloggin' and it turned out not as bad as i tot it wuz... i even enjoyed it. weelll, still do lar... but i guess itz juz gettin' old. ha!!! i knoe sooo fast... i mite take that back sooon... sooooo nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i wanted 2 get sum indian bracelets at the mall, one that i had my eye on 4 a veryvery loooong time. But due 2 my own undecidedness i stalled u knoe like hopin' sumbody wud buy it 4 me or sumtin'... Everytime i go 2 d mall i wud stop by 2 look at it... But then when it came 2 d time i wanted 2 buy it, it wuz already sold!!! Such irony... tatz life i guess. Sumtimes we see or meet sumting or someone tat we really like but b'cuz our own cowardness we pass up that very chance and in the end we only live in regret... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regret not makin' a move... regret not buyin'... regret not sayin' anytin'... Regret not takin' the time... Regret not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i juz hope i learn 4rom my mistakess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship on Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... i came across that phrase while watchin' sum movie... *yupzzz.. it payz 2 watch such alot of movies:)* N' i like tat phrase... it really describes how luv is..... FRIENDSHIP ON FIRE.....  how does luv start??? through friendship... how can u luv sumone when ur not even frenz with tat persoN??? After the friends stage, the friendship blooms and blossoms and sparks fly n' fireworks start explodin' then tat *Friendship is on FIRE*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i'm not sure if anybody gets wat i juz wrote... kinda complicated i knoe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113371403640961322?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113371403640961322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113371403640961322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113371403640961322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113371403640961322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/friendship-on-fire.html' title='Friendship On Fire'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113345005224114517</id><published>2005-12-01T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:14:12.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreamily over the roofs&lt;br /&gt;The cold spring rain is falling;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the lonely tree&lt;br /&gt;A bird is calling, calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly over the earth&lt;br /&gt;The wings of night are falling;&lt;br /&gt;My heart like the bird in the tree&lt;br /&gt;Is calling, calling, calling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why but i kinda like this poem, it seems sooooooo serene n' peaceful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113345005224114517?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113345005224114517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113345005224114517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113345005224114517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113345005224114517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113328414315159532</id><published>2005-11-29T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:56:44.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;oh, the cry from a broken heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of something that will neva come to part&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the torture of something thats out of reach&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will neva come 2 be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it sure hurts to like someone knowing that that person will neva like you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113328414315159532?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113328414315159532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113328414315159532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113328414315159532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113328414315159532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-cry-from-broken-heart-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113310934648880674</id><published>2005-11-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T08:35:46.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy... Busy...</title><content type='html'>Feelin' really tired now... wish i cud juz whoosh of 2 another country like hawaii : my dream vacation *_* juz imaginin' it makes me feel all happy n' bouncy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day in church pastor aaron talked 'bout servanthood... n' he showed a video 'bout 5 ppl who risked their lives 2 reach out 2 sum indians n' in the end got killed by d same indianz... Jim Elliot wuz 1 of 'em... While watchin' d video i wuz juz touched n' started cryin' 4 no apparent reason... i realized they sacrificed sooooo much n' altho they were killed... their dream didn't juz end there, their wives continued d journey they started... n' in the end d whole tribe ended up gettin' saved... how 'bout us who juz stand around doin' nuthing 2 stand up 4 our faith n' wat we believe in????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113310934648880674?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113310934648880674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113310934648880674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113310934648880674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113310934648880674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-busy.html' title='Busy... Busy...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113258692317870824</id><published>2005-11-21T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:44:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AtTeNtIoN PpL!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, juz' 2 inform u ppl i recently opened a xanga account 4 dunno sum reasons... Ask Joanne!!! And also b'cuz i can't seem 2 upload any photos in this blog... *Such Sadness!!!* My Xanga site is &lt;br /&gt;*www.xanga.com/thewinner_davina* Go check it out lar... Cuz' i'm still new 2 d xanga world... Soooo itz kinda like borin'... But dun judge d web by itz designn!!!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAhhhhHHHHHHHh!!!! i'm lost!!!! Now tat itz holidayzZZZ i've really lost track of time... i'm tryin' 2 figure out when wuz d last time i updated n' where i dropped off n' wat happened between tat time... But i really can't seem 2 remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But juz a quick update i'm havin' swimmin' lessonzz now eventho i dun really need 'em... Seriously!!!! i can survive if u juz dump me in d ocean now... i think... But i juz wanna perfect my skillss...hehe..:) D instructor is tis really old guy whom i think is a kinda lunatic or sumtin'... He ngekngekngek 4 dunno 2 hours b4 he actually tot us how 2 swim!!!! Supposed 2 start at 3 rite but then 5 only we got into d pool!!! n' he asked us 2 do sum weird excercises 2 relax ur body like tai chi or sumtin'... But i guess sumtimes passionate ppl sumtimes get mistaken as maniacs like albert einstein for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work... &lt;br /&gt;Work has been quite funlar despite my blurness... Juz tat day i wuz like askin' sum guy whether he wanted *hot or warm* water... n' he wuz like givin' me tis weird out look... So i wuz thinkin' whether i said sumtin' wrong... i knew i said sumitn' weird but i cudn't figure out wat it wuz... Then he wuz like *COLD please...* Sooooooo maluing!!!! N' 4 ur 411, i learnt how 2 speak myanmar lang...&lt;br /&gt; *So meh* = *eat*&lt;br /&gt; *Dau meh* = *drink*&lt;br /&gt; *Ah meh* = *sleep*&lt;br /&gt;hehe... i thinklar... not sure 'bout d pronunciation tho... sounds sumtin' like tat lar... learnt it 4rom sum myanmar waiter... N' d funny thing is everybody there seems 2 like d word *BANYAK SUSAH*... everywhere n' everytime i'll hear them sayin' *banyak susah...banyak susah...* itz like their fav word or sumtin'... N' i think waitressin' has itz pros &amp; cons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1) i've got muscles now...=)&lt;br /&gt;2) i get 2 taste d food there!!! *YUMMY!!!* (actually leftovers but still!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) get paid 4 standin' n' doin' nuthin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have 2 miss my fav programss!!! like CSI, Amazin' Race =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all i like my job!!!*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has really been slippin' by n' so is my *HOLIDAYZZZ!!!* SOBZZ...* Juz' struck me tat we wud b goin' back 2 skl in more than a months time!!!!! OHHH NOOOOOOOoo!!!! i really dread d tot of goin' back 2 skl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how this 2 blog thingy is gonna work... But dun worry i'll stay faithful 2 this blog cuz' it'll alwiz b my 1st luv=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113258692317870824?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113258692317870824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113258692317870824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113258692317870824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113258692317870824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/attention-ppl.html' title='AtTeNtIoN PpL!!!'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113259132832462241</id><published>2005-11-18T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:42:08.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated 2 Matthew Lee</title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated 2 Matthew Lee who wuz called home on the 17th of November 2005 at 8pm. He died after battling cancer for 7 years at the age of 15.  He wuz only 1 year younger than me n' imagine how much sufferin' he had 2 go through compared 2 wat we have 2 deal with... Examz... PMR... Homework... Life... Tatz like nuthin' compared 2 wat he had 2 deal wif n' yet we still complain... At least he doesn't have 2 suffer so much now and i knoe tat God has His own plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this has actually made me realize really how precious every moment is on earth for all of us... Juz tat day on d very same day tat matthew passed away i wuz  juz talkin' 2 sum frenz tat we shud go n' visit him in d hospital. But unfortunately it wuz 2 late. When i found out at nite i wuz sooooo totally shocked.Tatz why we really need 2 take whatever opportunity 2 do n' say wat we  want. Dun wait until itz 2 late!!!! Or else we'll only live in regret... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew wuz cremated on d very next day... Many of frenz &amp; family were there at d funeral... i went 2 give sum moral support &amp; give my last respects 2 him... Matt's life has made such an impact in soooo many ppls lives, n' b4 he passed he experienced God in a higher level n' got baptised 2 on d day he died... We'll neva understand why sum things happen in life... But at least we can b comforted in the fact tat he's restin' in a better place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113259132832462241?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113259132832462241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113259132832462241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113259132832462241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113259132832462241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/dedicated-2-matthew-lee.html' title='Dedicated 2 Matthew Lee'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113206925539561111</id><published>2005-11-15T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:53:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz been a long time...</title><content type='html'>Yupzzz itz been a longlonglong time since my last update... hhmmm... 'bout letz see around a week or 2. My last update wuz on d 4th of Nov &amp; sooooooo much has happened since then i dun even knoe where 2 start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... letz begin from ~Last Monday~&lt;br /&gt;Went 2 skl 4 sportz competition which i only participated in 1 event-badminton where we lost 1-15... *sobzzz* such an embarassment:( After gettin' back at around 5 sumtin' had 2 rush 2 work at 6:30... Sooooo tirin!!! i tot i wuz gonna pass out or sumtin'D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last Tuesday~&lt;br /&gt;Still had competition again... it ended at 7pm... Good news is we got 2nd in volleyball,badminton &amp; pingpong... *woohooo!!!* we were tat close 2 no.1, but tatz better than nutin' rite?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last Wednesday~&lt;br /&gt;It wuz officially d last day of skl n' there wuz this prize givin' ceremony. N' i got my PMR money!!! a pathetic RM 60 for 7 A's .... oh well... better than nuthin' as i like 2 say again...hehe... we had a party after tat!!! PARTY!!! then euncie came back wif me cuz' she wuz sleepin' over. Went swimmin' n gym in d afternoon then supposed 2 go 2 planet shakers concert but then due 2 sum complicationzzzz we missed d whole thingy!!! Such sadness!!! me &amp; eunice were devastated!!! Sooo dissapointed we were all b'cuz of my dad 2 which he wud neva admit... Sooo in d end we ended up sleepin' &amp; woke up at 12midnite went on9 &amp; put on egg mask*EHHH!!! seriously try it out ppl... it workzz!!!itz cheap &amp; effective 2:) but of cuz' dun blame me if zitz d size of bombz start 2 appear on ur face*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last ThUrSdAy~&lt;br /&gt;Woke up wif an achy back cuz' being d *GOOD* person tat i am... i let eunice sleep on my bed while i suffered on d floor *BOOHOOO!!!* see wat i do 4 u eunice...haihzz... D future of d day looked bright &amp; sunny at 1st, but not after my dad totally ruined it all n' then there wuz thunder &amp; lightnin'... d plan wuz 2 go 2 sunway at 1 wif pick yee &amp; eunice &amp; shop around until d concert... But then my dad said no!!! Soooo in d end i had 2 take my sistah along 2 watch *CHICKEN LITTLE*... i wuz horrified K!!! imagine havin' ur sister taggin' along d whole time at a youth concert!!! But thank God my dad came 2 his senses &amp; came 2 pick my sister up b4 d concert *PHEEWW!!!!* d concert wuz *AWESOME*!!!! *PLANET SHAKERS TOTALLY ROCK!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Last FrIdaY~&lt;br /&gt;ahaha... skipped work tat day juz 2 go 2 Planet SHaKeRs... Cudn't miss it lar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113206925539561111?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113206925539561111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113206925539561111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113206925539561111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113206925539561111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/itz-been-long-time_113206925539561111.html' title='Itz been a long time...'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113112456695338561</id><published>2005-11-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:21:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day at Work:)</title><content type='html'>Now is really d 4th of Nov... i knoe abit confusin':) but anywayzz, went 2 my mom's fren hari raya open hse 2day. 1st time in many yrs, kinda enjoyed it cuz'&lt;br /&gt;1. got alot of yummy food:)*slurp!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;2. got qing pao (greenpao, not d 1 2 eat!! d 1 wif money inside!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... got RM 5... soooo happy. i tot we were supposed 2 give them not d other way around. but i'm not complainin'... like it this way much better*_* can't wait 2 do more visitin'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKiezz... now 4 my 1st day at work. i wuz sooooo scared tat when we went there they wud b like *who r ya'll already???* But thank God they didn't!!! &amp; amazingly.. i knoe quite unbelievable... but i didn't spill anytin'!!!! it wuz really quite fun &amp; quite tirin' lar... had 2 stand 4 like 5 hours leh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached work at 5:35, i knoe abit late~_~ then d manager-May gave us our *UNIFORMS* which is juz a smelly t-shirt wif d logo *THE LOBSTERMAN* &amp; an apron. after changin' she gave us each a card thingy 2 punch our work time. *WOW* my 1st ever punch CARD!!!:) then she briefed us on wat 2 do... wat d dishes were... d table numbers... memorise how d dishes look like.sooOOOOOO many things 2 remember!!!! got at least 30 tables in d restaurant k!!! N' 20 kinds of lobster dishes!!! i nearly gave d wrong order once *YIKES!!* -_- but good thing only NEARLY... got saved by another waiter... *PHEWW* actually we were d only gurl waitresses there lor besides d manager... quite worried at 1st but they all seem like very nice ppl tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then d nxt 5 hours were spent sevin' food &amp; drinks, fillin' d water, clearin' d tables, takin' d bill etc. walkin' back &amp; forth back &amp; forth 4rom d 2 rooms only... At 1st i wuz still quite blur lar, everybody seemed 2 b very busy whereas i wuz standin' there like a dungu...:) But after awhile i kinda got d hang of itlar... tho still felt a lil' out of place at times, surprisin' i wuzn't tat nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i knoe how it feels 2 b a waitress... Tatz y nxt time u all *BE GOOD 2 D WAITER/WAITRESS!!* i mean all u can do is 2 say a word of thankzzz itz not tat hard izzit??? there were sum ppl who were like snobs n' never even notice ur there... then sum ppl who were very nice... 1 person even said *Thankz wat ur name??? trainee ah??(cuz' i wuz wearin' a trainee tag) oohhh ok, THANKZ TRAINEE...* Soooo nice!!!!  i wuz soooo touched i nearly cried...hehe... there wasn't much ppl they said... apparently quite quiet. but 2 me it wuz quite alot already... can't imagine when theres soooo many ppl, sure cannot handle wan... &amp; i found out neva ever order drinks 4rom places like this... A box of juice like PEEL &amp; FRESH wud cost only like RM3 sumtin' but there only 1 glass costs around RM 6 !!! itz such a rip off!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we got a punch on d hse*_* tat cost like RM7.50... Man!! Good thing we didn't have 2 pay 4 it!!! Sooooo tat wuz my 1st day at work... i learned alotalot of things 2day... thingz i neva tot i wud even think i wud need 2 knoe... of all d jobs i wanted... waitressin' really neva crossed my mind... But... who wud've knowN?? Me??? A waitress?!?! Hehe... It wuz not bad 2day if i say so myself... i earned RM 50 2day cuz' itz a public holiday n' d pay is twice d normal...:) Soooo all in all it wuz not bad...~_~ Yupzzz... soooOO guess this will go on... i'll continue 2 b a *WAITRESS*... Davina the waitress... haaaa... has such a ring 2 it...*_*hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113112456695338561?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113112456695338561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113112456695338561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113112456695338561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113112456695338561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/1st-day-at-work.html' title='1st Day at Work:)'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113112035764069512</id><published>2005-11-03T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:14:09.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Itz actuallay 4th of Nov 2day but i'm updatin' 4 yesterday cuz' i wuz at a commitee sleepover in church. tatz y no time 2 go on9. in d afternoon went 2 Palace of d Golden horses 2 relax *_* sat by d poolside on a bench while readin' a book. *_* tatz life man!!! Yay!! finished readin' boy meets gurl already. THen went 2 eat crab *YUMYUM:)*. went 2 church around 8 sumtin' n' hung around. me,jane,suyi,kevin,jinern &amp; eiran were there. then we started prayin' at 11 until 2 sumtin' in d mornin'!! d guyz walked out 2 eat mamak summore n' neva da bao 4 us!!!:( then we played taboo until 5:30 then only we turned in 2 sleep*zzzZZZ* sooooo sleepy &amp; tired. ~_~ *yawn* i had 2 go back at around 9 so had 2 wake eiran up which wuz a easier task than expected... cuz' at 1st i tot i needed 2 throw a bucket of water at him 1st...hehe....:) Felt soooo sorry 2 wake him up sooooo early +_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113112035764069512?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113112035764069512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113112035764069512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113112035764069512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113112035764069512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113094593935755282</id><published>2005-11-02T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:38:59.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Bride</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh!!! took sooooo long time 2 load blogger...sooooo irritatin' lar!!!  thinkin' 'bout changin' 2 xanga...hehe... mayb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another tirin' day again. Went out wif my old skl frenz-shany,daycee&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rachel. Sooooooo nice 2 see em'again after such a loooonglong time,&lt;br /&gt;really missed em':) Anywayzz we reached there at around 12pm then went 2 TGV 2 get ticketzzz. then went 2 eat at McDOnalds *again*. Walked around until d show started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!!! i'm sooooo *JAKUN* lar...(got tis word 4rom J.E.) i've neva been 2 d new cinema TGV yet sooooo i wuz like sooooo amazed n' nearly *gawked* at everytin'!!! even d toilets were fascinatin'!!! they had these u knoe tissue paper machines tat work wif hand sensors. soooo when u put ur hand there, d tissue wud automatically cums out!!! SOOOOO COOOL!!! N' even d cinemas were super-chunted. Ok, now i'm neva goin' back 2 d ol' cinema already... unless really desperate...i knoe i sound like i juz came 4rom sum kampung or sumtin':)hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw *CORPSE BRIDE*, honestly it wuzn't tat gr8lar. i mean it wuz funny n' all tat but *REALLY NOT* worth watchin' in cinema. it wuzn't bad or anytin' but quite stupid at parts. tot d endin' wud b different, he wud marry d corpse bride n' all but then...hehe... see d show lar.i liked it when all d skeletons were singin' tho:)Then walked around summore, tried on clothes. Oh yea got this really nice scarf 4 only RM3, so dai!! actually RM5.90 for 2...hehe... shared wif a fren... then got a belt cuz' it wuz RM10 for 2... also shared wif fren... Watz wif these 2 for d price of 1 deals??? Sooooo irresistable lar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113094593935755282?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113094593935755282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113094593935755282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113094593935755282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113094593935755282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/corpse-bride.html' title='Corpse Bride'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113086024082927111</id><published>2005-11-01T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:50:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>i wuz soooooooo lookin' 4ward 2 workin' 2day but then in d afternoon i got a call sayin' tat i didn't have 2 work till Friday... Such a *BUMMER!!!* Me &amp; pick yee were really dissapointed, wish we cud have started 2day :( Soooooo sad:( Soooo much 4 workin' &amp; gettin' paid... i juz hope they suddenly change their mind &amp; say *ohhh, sorry we dun need u anymore not 2day not ever!!!* Scaryy... hopefully tat won't happen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me feet is soooo sore rite now cuz' we walked 4 around 6 hours at IKEA, IKANO &amp; The Curve...(haha, good trainin' 4 me 4 work)Me family &amp; pick yee went 2... Haihzzz... such torture it is 2 see sooooo many nice clothes but have no ability 2 buy em':( Such torture!!! Can't wait till i get my pay &amp; gooo shoppin'!!! but 1st need 2 cheng my family... then frenzz... then only myself *BOOHOO!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113086024082927111?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113086024082927111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113086024082927111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113086024082927111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113086024082927111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/11/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113076988802268019</id><published>2005-10-31T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:48:53.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a job!!!</title><content type='html'>2day went 2 uncle eddie's hse 4 a meetin' at 9:30 until 1:00. Then ate yummy chicken rice &amp; stopped by Focus on the family 2 see whether i cud get a job there. But they only wanted volunteers. Sooo juz browsed &amp; read sum books &amp; got BRIO. Wanted 2 go popular but didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe tat i actually got a *JOB*??? Yes, a real *JOB*!!!! not a fake 1 like doin' chores n' all tat... But d whole stand for 5 hours,get scolded, get paid kinda *JOB*!!! it all started wif me wantin' 2 go 2 a bookshop like opposite of my hse 2 get a silver pen... it wuz around 5:30... Asked my neighbour,Pick Yee, 2 teman me... N' told her at d same time might as well go look 4 jobslar... she went lookin' b4 tat already in SS2 already but didn't have any luck... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo after gettin' my pen at d bookshop we started walkin' down d row of shops &amp; askin' any of d shops there... At first we asked d bookshop but then they said 2 ask their boss... Soooo we walked down...then i saw d boss of d bookshop in 1 of d shops soooo i asked her... but she wuz like no need anymore ppl... anywayzz wudn't have worked there even if cud... d ppl there seriously abit weird... Then continued walkin' down. Then saw this really cool shop tat we neva noticed b4. it wuz a really coool shop sellin' trekkin' &amp; campin' stuff, sportz stuff like skateboards 2. d things there were insanely expensive!!! a sportz water bottle costs like RM109. tat is soooooo expensive!!! But d ppl were nice, we left our phone no. &amp; said they wud call us if they need ppl. Then walked on summore &amp; asked summore shops like a video shop, restaurants etc. But got turned down or got d we'll call u back kinda thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tat time we were gettin' abit discouraged already...Soooo i wuz like *we shall not give up yet*... Then we passed this kinda high class restaurant called The Lobsterman &amp; we were thinkin' *aih, the restaurant b4 didn't want us also* But then i wuz like juz try only lar, no harm oso. Soooo we asked sum guy whether they needed partime workers n' surprisinly he pointed us 2 tis gurl who wuz d manager &amp; she asked us 2 go in. Then she gave us tis forms 2 fill out. At tat time i wuz totally shocked n' asked her whether there wuz an age limit considerin' we're only 16!!!! But she wuz like no &amp; asked us our age. We told her n' she said ok!!!! Wat a surprise. i tot 4 sure she wuz gonna turn us down already. After fillin' out d form she asked us whether we cud start 2morrow 4rom 5:30-10:30pm as a waitress. we asked how much wuz d pay &amp; she said RM 5 per hour. it wuz sooooo much more than i had expected. Still abit stunned &amp; shocked &amp; pinchin' myself 2 see whether tis wuz real or not... i nodded &amp; said yes of cuz'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cannot believe tat i really got a job. Thank God we kept on tryin'. N' 2 think we nearly didn't want 2 go into tat shop. juz hope tat i dun spill stuff &amp; drop plates &amp; all tat since i'm sooooo accident prone... ArghhhhHHH!!! sooooo excited &amp; nervous at d same time... really really hope everytin' goes well &amp; tat i dun see anybody i knoe there... Also Thank God my parents agreed 2 let me work there... when i agreed i wuzn't tat sure whether they gave d green light. But in the end they did... *YAY!!!* Soooo now i officially have a job, tho not a high class job or anytin'... but itz still good 4 starters... OH NO!!! tat meanz i won't b able 2 go on9 at nite... haihzz... but itz worth itlar... I juz hope nuthin' happens 2morrow at my 1st day at work...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113076988802268019?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113076988802268019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113076988802268019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113076988802268019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113076988802268019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-job.html' title='i got a job!!!'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113068791501459854</id><published>2005-10-30T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:58:35.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Sebastian</title><content type='html'>2day i went 2 church as usual until 12:30... Saw ann whom i haven't seen 4 such a longlong time... sooooo miss her!!! Then she brought her camera soooo we took pics... Soooooo sam ba!!! i think we took like more then 10 pics....hehe...didn't go 4 bk eventhough BLOGG meetin' ended earlier... Went 2 library &amp; chitchatted wif Joyce instead...hehe... Then went home &amp; mopped d floor... i knoe sooooo guai...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then there wuz a concert at Glad Tidings featurin' Guy Sebastian... At first i tot alot of ppl goin' wan... but then in d end everybody abandoned me.... d Form 6ers had 2 study 4 SPM... N' Form 4ers everybody dunno got sumtin' onnnn... Sooooo i wuz desperately callin' around askin' who wanted 2 gooooo... but still in d end nobody cud make it... soooooo sad:(... i wuz considerin' on not goin' but then i wuz like i'll gooooo by faithlar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last resort wuz 2 go wif my dad &amp; sis... But remind me *NOT* 2 go wif them again... quite embarassin' lar... At 1st i wuz like yupzzz nvm i shall not b embarassed... itz ok... until i got there n' saw all the youth wif their frenzz... i wuz startin' 2 feel self consious n' all tat... wishin' i wuz sumwhere else when *YEAH!!!* suddenly i spotted a familiar face, 1 which i've seen b4... It wuz d face of Mei YEe from Emanuel EFC... Thank God!!!! Altho i've only seen her once or twice 4rom inter EFC good thing she still remembers me... She came wif Hon Chien &amp; Jeremy... Sooooo i chatted wif them 4 a lil' while... Then time 2 go in already... the place wuz soooo jam packed man... d old ppl &amp; kids had 2 upstairs while d *younger* ppl had 2 stay down... so i wuz stuck downstairs all alone... Thank God Mei Yee, HC&amp; Jeremy wuz there sooooooo i juz like joined them... or not veryvery sesat... Got 2 see guy sebastian... he sang only like 1 or 2 songs... but worship wuz good eventho didn't knoe many songs... d speaker wuz good 2... Sooooo i guess God is good lar... He alwiz prepares sumtin' 4 u eventho u dun expect it or think tat he wont... He knoes our needs &amp; provides 4 us whatever the circumstance... He'll never leave u nor 4sake u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113068791501459854?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113068791501459854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113068791501459854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113068791501459854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113068791501459854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/guy-sebastian.html' title='Guy Sebastian'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113059729300411668</id><published>2005-10-29T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:00:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YWAM</title><content type='html'>Lalalala... 2day wuz such bz day as all saturdayz r... hopefully not anymore since itz d 1st day of HOLIDAYZZZ!!!!!! *woohoo!!* actually not really holiday lar cuz' still need go back 2 skl on mon,tue&amp;fri 2 practice 4 bball competition... *sigh* but exercise is gud...:) Itz weird... itz like sumtimes u juz look 4ward 2 sumtin' sooooo much... wait day &amp; nite juz 4 tat moment 2 happen...&amp; then when it happens ur like wat it happened already ah??? Like hols 4 example... i've been waitin' desperately 4 it 2 come... &amp; now itz hols already i'm like wat??? Soooo fast... keke... Haihzzz... think of all the possibilities... got soooo many plans but as usual dunno whether jadi or not.... &lt;br /&gt;Okiezzz this is me holiday list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go planet shakers concert&lt;br /&gt;2. Go ice skatin' wif me fwenzzz:)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go gentin'&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake lots &amp; lots of cakes &amp; cookies&lt;br /&gt;5. Shop 4 christmas presentes&lt;br /&gt;6. Make b'day/christmas presentes&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a job&lt;br /&gt;8. Go see movies like Harry Potter &amp; Narnia&lt;br /&gt;9. Lepak wif frenzzz&lt;br /&gt;10. Take up dance lessons or sumtin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;N' this is my really-really-desperate-got-nuthin-better-2-do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Practice piano&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice my violin*yikes*&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean d house...&lt;br /&gt;4. Count how many rice grains in my food...&lt;br /&gt;5. Exercise...&lt;br /&gt;6. Play wif my sista snap or sum memory gam3...&lt;br /&gt;7. Revise wat i did this year...&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat &amp; sleep d whole day...&lt;br /&gt;9. Read my old books again...&lt;br /&gt;10. Start studyin' 4 SPM!?!? *tat is my last resort.....soooo hope&lt;br /&gt;    i dun have 2 resort 2 tat...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K..K... tat is my supposedly *PLAN* 4 my hols lar... i hope i get 2 do the 1st list... not d 2nd... but we'll see how it goess... my mom wuz like i'll give u a job... stay at home &amp; mop d floor, cook, wash d clothes... yeah rite... sounds more like a maid!!!! &amp; i wuz like * i charge RM10 per hour... soooo u wanna hire me or not????* keke... no way i'm gonna stay at home &amp; workk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa... 2day i stood d whole mornin' helpin' out wif d graduation of d kindys &amp; Form 6 of my skl... Sooooo tired... i think i stood 4 like 5 hours straight... d plus wuz 2 get 2 see soooo many cute lil' kidzz.. :) also helped 2 give d prizes... haha... d only chance i get 2 appear on stage...muahahah... Then went 2 piano &amp; violin class... &amp; went 2 JY... late as usuall... When i got there i wuz surprised tat there wuz still worship cuz' it wuz kinda late... then it turned out tat Jonathan lee had returned wif his band 4rom YWAM... 4 those of u who dunno... YWAM stands 4 *Youth With A Mission*... these ppl 4rom all over d world.. basically canada, australia, malaysia, brazil &amp; u.s. had gone 2 australia 4 missions... &amp; now they've formed sum kinda band &amp; r goin' 4rom place 2 place tellin' their story &amp; 'bout God... They were really cool &amp; funny... haha... &amp; they tot us tat *BULA* means everytin' in Fiji ...Not sure 'bout tat cuz' i met this Fiji guy at APYAC &amp; he told me tat *BULA* means *HELLO* in Fijian...SOOOooooo.... hehe... not sure.... really funnylar they all... then this guy told about his embarassin' momentss... &amp; they were really really very quite embarassin'... Dunno... i really wanna go missions sum time in my life... Not sure when... i guess in GOd's own timin' lar... But really not sure whether i wud ever go 4 YWAM...sounds interestin' &amp; cool... i guess neva really tot 'bout it...But u'll neva knoe rite... who knoes wat d future holds... except God lar of cuz'!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113059729300411668?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113059729300411668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113059729300411668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113059729300411668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113059729300411668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/ywam.html' title='YWAM'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113042274043405758</id><published>2005-10-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:19:00.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutin' much</title><content type='html'>Nuthin' much 2 say 2day... Soooo sad 2day d commitee went 2 Kiara Park without me!!! sighz... At 1st wanted 2 ponteng also   wan...But my dad wuz like *NO WAY!!* U guyz dunno how fortunate u r 2 b albe 2 ponteng whenever u want...haihzzz....While they were havin' fun at d park... i wuz in skl sufferin'... haihzzz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz official tho we can leave long hair nxt year... *yay!!!* but we have 2 tie it up in a bun... how sad... But itz better than nuthin' rite??? Quite xian 2day... therez no more classes anymore &amp; my fren asked me y i'm sooooo down... dunno really... juz dun feel up i guess...hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skl 2day eunice &amp; me hanged out at me hse... watched sum tv... Then her sis came &amp; joined us... Looked at sum of my old pics then we went off 2 pasar malam... Haihzz... all d food there soooo temptin' but soooo full cuz' ate soooo much already 2day.... GOnna get fat!!! haihzz... Helped evelyn find presentz 4 her frenz &amp; ate fried ice-cream *YUMMY!!!* Got a pair of shortzz which i think i shudn't hve gotten... alwiz like tat... haihzz... Then had 2 rush back home cuz' eunice's mom wuz waitin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113042274043405758?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113042274043405758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113042274043405758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113042274043405758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113042274043405758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/nutin-much.html' title='Nutin&apos; much'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113033715249095132</id><published>2005-10-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:36:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master Painter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Imagine ur a student in an art class. U &amp; classmates r learnin' 4rom a master painter. 1day ur teacher shos a paintin' of his own. Itz incredible &amp; wants u 2 copy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur 'bout 2 begin when u look around u &amp; see tat d preson nxt 2 u has a larger brush &amp; a differently shaped canvas &amp; everybody else has diff things. Sum have acrylic paint, watercolor oil &amp; diff colors. Same assignment, different materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gurl wif only a ragged brush &amp; 3 pale shades of blu says *This izn't fair!!!How'd u expect me 2 copy when ppl have many more colors 2 choose 4rom!!!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D teacher smilez *dun worry 'bout other students. i've carefully chosen d brushes &amp; paints tat each of u have. *TRUST ME* *U HAVE EVERYTIN' U NEED* Remember ur goal is not 2 create a paitin' tat mirrors d person nxt 2 u, but 2 do ur best wif d materials i've given u 2 create a pic faithful 2 my paintin'"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis story kinda caught my attention in boy meets gurl... i think itz true... We r all made differently &amp; uniquely by God... We each have our own abilities, talents &amp; personalities... However,many a times we look at wat others have &amp; envy them... &amp; we think why things happen &amp; how unfair it is... But God's ways r higher than ours &amp; we juz have 2 use wat we have 2 d best of our abilities....  Each 1 of us is special &amp; unique in his/her own way...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... Gr8 NEWS ppl!!! 4 all the kuen cheng ppl... We may b able 2 leave long hair nxt year... *YIPEEE!!HOORAY!!HALLELUJAH!!!* yeah baby... doin' d woogiewoogie...=) sorry soooo happy...hehe... Yayz... Finally...we can b like normal galz now!!! But i juz hope tat we won't have 2 tie buns &amp; plaits if we do... *yikess... soooo ah po &amp; lil' gal like...ewww...* Altho nuthin's been confirmed yet...but i really hope it'll come true... The joy of havin' long hair... Can swing it into faces of ppl who annoy u... tie all kinds of styles... shake it in the wind *like the pantene advert...haha...*... Ohhhhh... the joy of havin' long hair...*sweet*=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113033715249095132?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113033715249095132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113033715249095132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113033715249095132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113033715249095132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/master-painter.html' title='The Master Painter'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113024961782345182</id><published>2005-10-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:13:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness &amp; A Liquid Mess</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, Wat a day!!!! Soooo many things happened 2day i dun even knoe where 2 start... Well, i'll start at d beginnin' since tatz where all story startzzz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There's no sayin' no when,&lt;br /&gt;               Death rears itz ugly head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another death yet another death... it seems like theres no endin' of deaths nowadayzz... 2day we found out tat a fren 4rom skl had juz lost her mom yesterday due 2 a work accident... Apparently she wuz checkin' the machine of sum paperbag factory when her hands accidentally got caught in the machine... *OuchHH!!* sooooooo her hands were crushed &amp; she died on the way 2 hospital... i have no idea why or how tat cud've happened but itz sooo tragic...she wuz only 42yrs old!!!!  imagine losin' ur mom now... i dunno how i wud have handled it...i'd probably cry&amp;cry or faint=( i can only half imagine d pain she's goin' through now... sooooo sad... *sobz* We were all totally shocked when we heard d newss... nobody expected this 2 happen... &amp; d whole class r givin' sum money 2gether 2 help her out... the least we cud do i guess... Me &amp; eunice wanted 2 go see her but got lost on d way there... so we had 2 turn back... i juz hope tat she will hang on tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note.. or mayb dimmer... sooooo malang again 2day... Sum ppl may have noticed i had splashes of liquid paper all over me 2day... on my tie... shirt... everywhere!!!! N' 4 those who didn't... Good!!! Cuz' it wuz soooo maluing... i wuz at the chemistry lab doin' sum experiment &amp; i wuz writin' out the report when i noticed i wrote sumtin' wrong... sooooo i reached out 4 my liquid paper(as alwiz) &amp; opened it nonchalantly when i felt sumtin' liquidy on my hands... i looked down... N' *ArgghHHH!!!!* i had liquid paper all over me skirt &amp; hands &amp; tie!!!!! It wuz a disaster... My only workin' blue skirt is officially *RUINED!!!!*... Actually the design on the skirt wuzn't tat bad... it looked like a body glove design or sumtin'....haha... but still... it wuz horrible!!! the liquid seeped through my skirt 2 my shorts &amp; finally my skin!!! Argghh!!! Attention everyone!!! *Neva use pentel liquid paper ever again!!!* Look what happened 2 me!!! Good thing a few of my frenz helped me clean up... *Thankzz sooo much u guyz!!=)* Now my only skirt &amp; my nice new shortzz(which i juz only got) is gone tho...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the craziest thing me,regina &amp; eunice... We wanted 2 go on9 in skl durin' the 2nd recess... But the bell juz rang... At tat time sum ppl had 2 take computer lessons there... Sooooo we planned 2 sneak in &amp; pretend 2 be 1 of em'...blend in u knoe...hehe...N' if anybody asked we were 2 say either *we wanna try out only...* or *only d com ppl can b here only ah???* sooooo naughty...=) When we got there we cudn't go on9..... Sooo we waited &amp; waited &amp; finally we cud go on9... but then the teacher wuz like those ppl who r not supposed 2 b here SCRAM!!! we all freaked out &amp; cabuted out of the door!!! haha... soooooo much 4 blendin' in...lolz... But it wuz kinda fun &amp; a good try at breakin' d rulez... altho we failed miserably...=)(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113024961782345182?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113024961782345182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113024961782345182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113024961782345182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113024961782345182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/sadness-liquid-mess.html' title='Sadness &amp; A Liquid Mess'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113022786139867010</id><published>2005-10-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:11:01.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReAdInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/1600/Boy%20meets%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4045/1704/320/Boy%20meets%20girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently readin' boy meets girl by joshua harris....&lt;br /&gt;AnYoNe got views on tat???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113022786139867010?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113022786139867010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113022786139867010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113022786139867010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113022786139867010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/reading.html' title='ReAdInG'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113017114585344035</id><published>2005-10-24T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:25:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitin' day</title><content type='html'>YayzZ!!!! i finally got sumtin' i reallyreally like 4 my blog(=Soooo HAPPY!!!!=) hehe... i really like this layout now... i hope ya'll do 2... this is 1 i'm gonna stick wif 4 a llloooonngg time... i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayzzz... it wuz a totally excitin' day 2day... tho the part where we had 2 count grass wasn't tat excitin'... we looked like total idiots standin' in the middle of the skl *COUNTIN' gRaSs!!!*...&lt;br /&gt;My pride is slowly meltin' away bit by bit...*yikes!!* it wuz 4 this bio project we had 2 do 4 SPM... i wonder who in the world invented such a silly project?!? He must've been 2 free or abit cuckoo...hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... the excitin' part had yet 2 cum.... We all prefects had 2 spotcheck 2day... as me &amp; regina were jokin'... We r the - *PREFECT RANGERS* (hehe... u knoe power rangers) itz not tat i like 2 spotcheck or anytin' but 2day wuz exceptional... At first when they checked... there wuzn't much *illegal* stuff... N' we were thinkin' *Wahhh... why this class soooo good wan???* Then sumbody had this brilliant beyond brilliant idea 2 check the unused room nxt 2 the class... N' lo'&amp; behold... wat did we find there but almost 10 handphones... digital camera... i-pod... discman...My,my... the stash wuz wonderful...Our disciplinary teacher wuz soooo mad until she cried... We ourselves were soooo shocked since we neva tot they wud stash their loot there... i even checked the toilet... *eeeewwwWW!!!* but didn't find anytin' there... Haihzz.. i dun understand why in the world they wud take those stuff 2 skl... wud it hurt 2 leave it at home??? Whick wuz worse... risk losin' their stuff or live without it 4 a few hours???? i dun really knoe... but i dun feel glad tat their stuff wuz confiscated... but they shud've known better... feel sorry 4 'em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i stayed back at skl again 2day 2 play basketball... i think i'm growin' more &amp; more in luv wif this game... itz really cool... N' trains the muscles... muahaha... But d ball seems 2 hate me cuz' it keeps hittin' my face!!!! *OUCHHH!!* Scored 3 baskets 2day... yayzz!!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113017114585344035?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113017114585344035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113017114585344035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113017114585344035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113017114585344035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/excitin-day.html' title='Excitin&apos; day'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-113015955968685745</id><published>2005-10-23T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:12:40.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Bride</title><content type='html'>2day i wuz at church almost the whole day!!!! 4rom mornin' 9am-5pm...&lt;br /&gt;After service there wuz bk(which i haven't gone 4 a very long time)... then we had meetin' from 1-5pm... supposed 2 end at 4pm but as usual we took longer... But we had fun 2... paul as usual wuz really funny &amp; came up wif really random stuff all the time...lol...&lt;br /&gt;But at least we settled sum stuff... Then got a lift back 4rom eiran.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i even helped wash my mum's car!!! which i haven't done in a longlong time... Then asked my dad whether want 2 go 4 a play called "Runaway Bride"...i wuz really really hopin' he wud say yes... in the end he said "yes!!" &amp; i wuz like yay!!! soooo our whole family ended up goin' 2gether... I saw sook kuan &amp; hock jeen there... apparently sookkuan rode her motorcycle while jeen rode at the back... lolzz... tat wuz kinda funny...=) Quite alot of ppl went 2 jo,sarah,david,jinern,paul,kevin,josh,tim,jane...&amp; manymanymore... The play wuz reallyreally nice... cool... There were 4 ppl in it... playin' many different roles... There were many scenes all wif itz own msg on wat 2dayz church faces... The 1 i liked most wuz the McChurch 1 &amp; the Pharisee Boot Camp... Those were pretty cool...=) &lt;br /&gt;All of em' had a msg they're tryin' 2 potray...&amp; wat the church 2day is facin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-113015955968685745?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/113015955968685745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=113015955968685745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113015955968685745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/113015955968685745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/runaway-bride.html' title='Runaway Bride'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-112999679914371031</id><published>2005-10-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:59:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship experience....</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure why... izzit b'cuz holidayz r around the corner &amp; the anticipation is runnin' high... Ppl seem 2 b on the edge these dayz... &amp; i have no idea why... 2day one of my frenz in skl cried... we both have really opposite personalities...-she's really hot-headed &amp; emotional while i'm really calm &amp; like nuthin' in the world wud bother me...*hehe...yupz tatz me...=)* yea... N' she's chinese speakin' tho... but we do get along ok... i comforted her &amp; asked her wat happened &amp; all tat... N' she said it wuz sumtin' sumbody did... blablabla... not sumtin' i wud cry over tho... the point is why is everyones emotions runnin' high??? or is it juz me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day i lead worship again... reached church at 2 sumtin'... really nervous man... cuz' i haven't worked wif these musicians b4... it wuz jeremy on the drums, sue zen on the guitar &amp; ee-jane on the piano... they were not bad=) *thankz sooooo much u guyzzz... u were gr8!!!!!* David wuz supposed 2 help me play bass, but unfortunately there wasn't a bass... *but thankzz anywayz david...=)* At 1st practise started off shaky... &amp; i wuz freakin' out... but after tat it went well... except d part where the guitar string broke &amp; hit sue zen's hand *OUch!!* sang now tat ur near, all day, give us clean hands, send me, to the ends of the earth.... the msg wuz 2 reach out... not sure whether they got tat or not... hope sooo...:) i dunno.. not really sure how it went... but all glory goes 2 God...=)Then i wuz chairperson 2day... n' i wuz kinda lamelar... i wuz not sure whether 2 play the game i had in mind... n' asked jin ern 4 help... but after tat went wif it anywayz... &amp; then had 2 do announcementzz... soooo by the end i had nearly lost my voice!!! i'm really not good at talkin' in front of ppl... really suck... haihzz... still have yet 2 master tat skill... i alwiz feel like vomitin' everytime i speakk... *yikes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-112999679914371031?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/112999679914371031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=112999679914371031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112999679914371031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112999679914371031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/worship-experience.html' title='Worship experience....'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-112999141577141703</id><published>2005-10-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:28:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>Itz sooo unfair tat my skl has skl while the whole of Selangor doesn't... haihzzz... had 2 suffer in skl... n' my skl is located juz at the edge of Selangor only... juz my luck... but anywayz... after skl i went to Jaya 2 get sum presente 4 me friends since they have a Glad Sounds there...they got sum really cool stuff there... Got a cd 2- worsip experience:How Loved... N' i saw my old english teacher there--ms. samantha... she kinda appeared from nowhere &amp; she wuz as blur &amp; cute as ever!!! Got earrings 4 a few of my friends... &amp; i bought an advanced b'day present 4 Shoko... really easy 2 buy stuff 4 her cuz' she likes cats alot...=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back home and there wuzn't anytin' 2 see on t.v. cuz' our prime minister's wife passed on...=( *a moment of silence 4 her plzzz...* hehe... okiezz... i found out 'bout it in skl after my bio teacher told us(she is really sam ba...) itz such a sad thing... but i guess we'll neva feel as much pain as the person who lost someone whom they loved alot... itz like we can only catch a glimpse of tat pain until we experience it ourselves... we can only juz speculate.. Fortunately i have yet 2 experience tat pain... my grandfather passed away when i wuz really small... sooo i dun really remember tat... Sumtin' i heard 4rom a t.v. soap really stuck wif me... until now... it goes sumtin' like when sumbody dies... the most painful thing is tat life goes on...i guess when sumbody we luv dies... we wish the entire world wud juz halt... &amp; mourn wif u... a person very dear 2 u juz passed on... ur whole entire life came crashin' down... a big part of ur life juz changed...but instead everytin' goes on... ppl walk past u oblivious 'bout wat ur goin' through... nobody understands...=( i dun really knoe... but tatz wat i guess one feels when they lose sumbody... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read 'bout deaths in the newspaper...or hear 'bout it on the news... i can't help but think 'bout their family they left behind &amp; how they must feel... My heart juz goes out 2 them... I can't imagine how painful it must be... i dunno knoe... &amp; i dun really wanna knoe... None the less, i knoe tat all of us must face reality one time or another... itz juz the matter of when... *scary... but true...* However, i knoe itz really hard 2 rejoice but we do have the rite 2(if tat person accepted Christ...) 4 all our luv ones &amp; those in the family God... we can be rest assured we will see them in heaven 1 day... &amp; 4 those who have not... we shud use all the time we have now 2 pray &amp; reach out 2 them... as the lyrics of 1 song goes... *4 all my friends who dun knoe U... I pray tat u will save them 2...* -amen-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-112999141577141703?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/112999141577141703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=112999141577141703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112999141577141703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112999141577141703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-112982075530183005</id><published>2005-10-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:08:54.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo malang...:(</title><content type='html'>Today started off really badly... When i reached skl, who else wuz standin' there waitin' 2 greet us but my most favourite person in the entire universe(bein' sarcastic 'ere...*hinthint*)- yupzzz... my head mistress of cuz'... Of all the dayz... she had 2 choose 2day 2 welcome us... I knew sumtin' wuz wrong the moment i saw her standin' there... i wuz like *oh no!!!! crap!!!bad news..* N' true enuff once i stepped out from my car i heard her startin' 2 call sumbody... at 1st i tot she wuz callin' the gurlz bside me... but when i looked around i wuz the only 1 there... ssoooooo she mustve been callin' me... i wuz thinkin' wat did i do wrong since i had juz arrived at skl... i didn't wear my pjs 2 skl, did i??? lookin' down... nopezz... i didn't 4get 2 comb my hair or wake up wif blue hair i think... then wat in the world cud b the problem???? it wuz mornin' n' i wuz still blur &amp; all that... Then it started... she started yellin' at me 4 some unknown reason... n' i juz nodded my head... i still had no idea why she wuz yellin' at me... she cud have gone on &amp; on 4ever if a car hadn't wanted 2 pass through the gate... sooooo i took the oppurtunity 2 get away as fast as i cud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww... i tot i had gotten away from her &amp; wuz tellin' my fren regina all about my ordeal... When my headmistress intercepted us on the way 2 my class.. i'm not sure whether she followed me or sumtin' but she continued scoldin' &amp; yellin' at me...n' i juz kept noddin' my head... *blah blah blah... rollin' my eyes...* wonderin' when will she stop...i wuzzzz sooooo malu... everybody wuz starin'... After wat seemed like 4ever she finally stopped... Thank God!!! Then i hurried off 2 escape... Apparently she wuz scoldin' me 4 stoppin' in front of the gate n' blockin' traffic... i wuz like the car in front stopped there.... wat wuz i supposed 2 do??? Haihzzz... then even worse... after gettin' back 2 class i had 2 meronda-ronda... then who do i see again but her comin' 4rom the opposite direction!! i turned back quickly 2 hide 4rom her... it wuz a close one... i hid until i tot the coast wuz clear then only i went back 2 class... We were goin' 2 computer class when i saw her again!!!! 4 times in one mornin' is really 2much 4 me... good thing i lived 2 tell the tale... haihzz... prefects r sure gonna get a hard time after this... she's sure 2 scold us &amp; complain 'bout us... sooooo sad... &amp; soooo malang...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat is wrong wif things?!? U won't guess wat i found last nite... Plz dun be 2 freaked out... cuz' i wuz!!!!! Last nite i wuz rumaggin' through sum old stuff &amp; opened a cupboard i didn't open 4 a very long time... &amp; i found....  a whole nest of termite!!!!!!!! eeeewWWW!!! my goosebumps r tinklin' juz thinkin' of it... sooooo many of it crawlin' around... i ran 2 tell my dad &amp; asked him 2 help... but he wuz really unwillin'...then i found out tat he already knew &amp; it wuz quite serious... Arghgh!!! mayb the termites have eaten away half of my house...&amp; the roof mite fall down any time now... Really wuz very grossed out... imagine seein' a whole nest of termites... all white &amp; creepy &amp; crawly.... *bbrrr... shiverss*... Sooooooo i slept in my sis room last nite... couldn't stand 2 sleep sooooo near 2 termites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day stayed back at skl 2 play basketball... N' guess wat??? i scored my 1st ever 2 goals... *yay!! cheers...:)* Then went 2 pasar malam wif my neighbour,pick yee, whom i haven't seen 4 such a loooonngg time... went 2 eat dinner at kayu... pick yee ordered mee goreng while i ordered thosai... didn't knoe got soooo many types of thosai.. then i asked the waiter 2 choose 1 tat wuz nice... but i think he purposely ordered 1 tat wuz weird tastin' &amp; full of chili &amp; pepper... *yuckzzz*...remind me neva again 2 order tat...we chatted while &amp; after eatin'... then walked around 4 abit &amp; met paul!!! lolz... he looked soooo sleepy &amp; blur... tatz cuz he juz woke up he said...hehe.. he really likez 2 sleep lar... Then bought sum stuff... wuz gonna buy a pair of shortz but changed my mind 'bout it... Pick yee said can get better 1 elsewhere...sooo goin' shoppin' sooon.... yay!!!! Then it started rainin' soooo we rushed back home &amp; i gave pick yee her b'day present(belated... sooo sorry:)... N' i'm ere' now...yupzz... i guess u can say i had an excitin' day 2day... but Thank God the endin' wuz not as "excitin'" as the start....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-112982075530183005?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/112982075530183005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=112982075530183005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112982075530183005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112982075530183005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/sooooo-malang.html' title='Sooooo malang...:('/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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-17639188.post-112973136102697710</id><published>2005-10-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:25:37.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haihzzzz....</title><content type='html'>Dunno why this few days have been relatively boring... School has been as borin' as usual... i dun understand why in the world do we still have 2 go to skl now!?! itz like sooooo wu liao... Chung Hwa closed school like a week ago!!! *WHY?? WHY??* We were sooooo fei until we had 2 see Ace Ventura-When nature calls durin' english period... n' those who have seen it... u'll knoe how dumb &amp; silly but funny it izzzz... the part where he gets "born" from the rhino... hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Didn't write in here 4 like 2 days already cuz' my com is really irritatin' &amp; annoyin'... Not really feelin' that gr8 this few days i guess... wat with stuck in skl and all that... N' kinda preparin' for this weeks worship... i'm worship leadin' this week again and still nervous alttho itz my 3rd time... really hope everythin' will go well... how i wish we could stick wif the same ppl everytime... but tatz why they say we have 2 step out of our comfort zone i guess... Imagine this time next year we're gonna be workin' our butts off like the SPM ppl this year... arggghhh!!! scary... tatz why all fellow form 4ers have 2 stick together this year... &amp; party ourselves crazy *woohoo!!!:)* hint...hint... can't wait 4 holidayzzz... only 10 or more dayz more!!!! *Yeah!!!!* Soooooo many things i wanna do in the holidayzzz... planin' 2 work... hehe.. but tatz wat i said last year... But i won't write anymore now... since hannah complained i write 2 much...hehe...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17639188-112973136102697710?l=free4ever89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/feeds/112973136102697710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17639188&amp;postID=112973136102697710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112973136102697710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17639188/posts/default/112973136102697710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://free4ever89.blogspot.com/2005/10/haihzzzz.html' title='Haihzzzz....'/><author><name>Davina=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12782157814811690731</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></feed>
