<?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-32104559</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:40.392+08:00</updated><category term='april &apos;07'/><category term='August 2007'/><category term='exam'/><category term='women'/><category term='babies'/><category term='october 2006'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='travian'/><category term='June &apos;07'/><category term='january 2006'/><category term='tagline'/><category term='quote'/><category term='song'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='UNO'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='november 2006'/><category term='december 2006'/><category term='October 2007'/><category term='wentworth'/><category term='Joel Osteen'/><category term='jakarta'/><category term='life'/><category term='september 2006'/><category term='msa'/><category term='movie'/><category term='November 2007'/><category term='august 2006'/><category term='food'/><category term='history'/><category term='video'/><category term='Young'/><category term='July &apos;07'/><category term='March 07'/><category term='men'/><category term='tweak'/><category term='snow patrol'/><category term='May &apos;07'/><category term='love'/><category term='February'/><category term='MacMac'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Unknown Stories of a 1987 Jakartanian.</title><subtitle type='html'>Catch her in BLOGGER.com as she reveals her true identity through her experiences and stories. She's the #1 BLOGSPOT hit for the whole freakin' days of your life! 
Call 1800-911-angelonblogspotdotcom now. TOLL FREE! But charges apply if you pick your nose, hold the phone with your left hand, look on the computer screen when calling. Minimum charge of 60% out of your phone bills at the end of the month, 10% airtime rate, and 25% government tax, and 5% donation for the orphans in Zimbabwe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-9176126661579120490</id><published>2007-11-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:46:05.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 2007'/><title type='text'>Life's Good</title><content type='html'>When you think that all is good, all is fine, I'm living in reality ...&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, did you ever think that your life is ALL good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are not meant to be owned. Some are not suppose to be yours. Some are to be waited. Some are prohibited. And most things are to remind you that life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may not seemed like it. Life is still good. Despite all that has been done, the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who? Me? What? Angel? How? Nooo! Can't be. Oh yess.. who said I can't? I'm still a human being. I have senses and emotions too, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Over what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and God reminded me to be patient. "But seek the Kingdom of God and ALL these things shall be added to you."&lt;br /&gt;Prioritizing God as number one is important. Not your studies, although exam's in two days time; not your hangouts; not your boyfriend, though you feel that he loves you very much ... But is your life all about that? These things shall perish one day. But what will survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legacies and the promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;I want my generation to be God-fearing people. Reverent and righteous. But it all starts from me. The decisions I make now will determine whether it's blessings or consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore. I have overcame by the power of His name. I always believe ... that the best is yet to come. AND ... it ain't over. it AIN'T over..&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough is on its way. Knocked twice and nothing happened? Keep on doing it. Who knows that it'll crack open on the third knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.  Go. And conquer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry that this is such a vague post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-9176126661579120490?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9176126661579120490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=9176126661579120490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/9176126661579120490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/9176126661579120490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-good.html' title='Life&apos;s Good'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2451921737830344062</id><published>2007-10-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:52:36.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel Osteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>defending joel osteen.</title><content type='html'>I received an email update from Joel Osteen Ministry and they've informed me that both husband and wife will be interviewed live by Larry King on Oct. 16, 2007! An hour full!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for them. =D.&lt;br /&gt;I also received an email that says Osteen was interviewed by CBS News about criticisms. How he handled criticisms. So, out of curiosity, I googled his name to find what criticisms did he receive. Then I found this page: &lt;a href="http://www.apprising.org/archives/2005/10/joel_osteen_smi.html"&gt;http://www.apprising.org/archives/2005/10/joel_osteen_smi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really snorted! After reading excerpts of this article, I KNEW it must be from a religious preacher who ALWAYS think that those who did NOT quote or PREACH about the Bible is ... a FALSE PROPHET!&lt;br /&gt;The man who wrote this is still in a boxed mindset, that's how I viewed it.&lt;br /&gt;So, if his man ever gets to read my blog, here's what I have defend on Joel Osteen's messages and ministry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we're living in the 21st century. If you keep on preaching about the Scripture in some traditional methods, do you think people of this era will accept it so easily? Think! This era is really different. As compared to five-ten years ago, today is the time when ALL of us are taught to think and reason. Ever wondered why people become free-thinkers? Because they think that religion is NOT for them. Too many rules. Too many things to commit. Eeeew, hello .... life now is about how you present yourself -- study, get an A+ and your honors, get a good job, get married, and voila ... retire before you die.  I trust in myself. I know that I can do it. I don't need anyone else.    &lt;&lt;&lt; THAT! is the mindset of most people who's living in this century.&lt;br /&gt;So, if the Gospel's carried out in traditional methods with traditional terms, who the heck would listen??? Even old people won't bother, at least that's what I know, coming from experience (ahem! my grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Osteen's approach is very practical, I must say. I heard so many testimonies about how his sermons touched even the non-believers. One of my Mom's friends, who's a non-B, told my mom that he knew Joel Osteen. He listened to his sermons before he flew off the plane (he's an SIA pilot! ;p). He liked it very much and he can relate to it better. I mean, with testimonies like this, Joel Osteen is doing a very good job in transforming people's mindset in their views of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is NOT a religion. It's a relationship with our God. Take Jesus' life for example. Has He ever indoctrinate the people SO MUCH like the Pharisees? Has He ever say, "PEOPLE! I FREAKIN' FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE IN GOD!"? Don't you think if He says that, people will get turn off because people don't even know if He's the real Messiah or not UNTIL He acts like one! Yes or no? He showed people that He is the ONE because of His life! The way He lives really showed that He is in Earth not to have fun and because His Father commanded Him so...He offered Himself to save ya'll and me. He came as a human being just like you and me. He knew the Word and that's why He chose to share the Truth with the world, IN PRACTICAL MANNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if Jesus has no relationship with His Father God in Heaven, do you think that He can bear the cross? He's doing it because He knows that this'll help EVERYONE in the earth, who has sin against God receives freedom and access to eternal life. He knows who He is in God's eyes. He knows that in the end, it's not only Him who gets the reward, but everyone who believes in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my main point is ... live righteously! Take the Word, apply it in your life, and voila ... you're all set for the day! =)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be SO OOOOOOO religious and spiritual, like every sentences has "Hallelujah" at its tail ... OMG. Even I ... will be so turned off by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Joel Osteen! He's da bomb! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit his site and try hearing his sermons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelosteen.lakewood.cc/site/PageServer?pagename=JOM_homepage"&gt;http://joelosteen.lakewood.cc/site/PageServer?pagename=JOM_homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2451921737830344062?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2451921737830344062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2451921737830344062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2451921737830344062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2451921737830344062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/10/defending-joel-osteen.html' title='defending joel osteen.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-1683482227366959343</id><published>2007-08-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:10:39.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>are you happy now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Life's unfair."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we hear this quote. How true is it in our lives? I'm sure we've all been through ups and downs. But when your downs have stronger gravitational force on you, you'll cry out, "LIFE'S UNFAIR!" It will always be. No matter how old or young you are, life is sometimes unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read an email from my Mom. She replied me late because she told me that she's been very busy lately. And today, she said she went to one of the MSA students' funeral. A 3rd grader just passed away 2 days ago. She had only came to school for 2 days last week, and on the weekend, she was operated for a brain tumor. However, it did not turn up well. How is life fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know the girl but when I read that email, I was silent. I was devastated. And I broke down. It's probably because as an individual, I am very sensitive. But this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! This is a 3rd grader! It's a baby girl who has not even turned a decade! If I were her mother, I'll also be devastated. Here you are, telling your child that she's going to be a great woman, making lots of money, marrying a wise husband in the future. But seconds later, coz time flies very fast, she's gone sooner than you think. I simply couldn't understand. Chih. No wonder I'm not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing someone is horrible. I think it's so much better to breakup with a bf/gf rather than having someone died. Well at least after the breakup you still can have a life! Although it's up to you whether you want to HAVE it or drown yourself in misery and pity-party. Chih. And then you tell yourself that you wanna DIE because he/she broke you up. Then go and DIE la! People want to live and avoid dying but you're so "desperate" to go to the other side. Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm sorry. I'm being so emo today, although I've told myself that today is a wonderful day. I've tried... it just seems contradictory. I've been angry with people. And now I've learnt a lesson...be with them, spend time with them, just be thankful that they're still present ... God's time for them hasn't come yet, so make the best out of it. Appreciate them like never before. They're your loved ones. They are unique people that you'll spend the rest of your life with. There's not gonna be another them in the future nor in the past. They're them. Your loves. My loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and family who's reading this. I thank you so much that I have you in my life. You may not be perfect to be my friend, coz I am not too. But I'm glad that the times we've shared are all quality time! You've marked your name in my heart, my soul, and my mind. No matter what, I will never forget you! I may not remember your name in the future but ... I know, the angels will whisper me your name so the memories we've had will be revived.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-1683482227366959343?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1683482227366959343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=1683482227366959343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/1683482227366959343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/1683482227366959343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-happy-now.html' title='are you happy now?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-324890104045553693</id><published>2007-07-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:42:46.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweak'/><title type='text'>interesting eh.</title><content type='html'>Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went off to fix my dearest lappie at Funan.&lt;br /&gt;What happened you say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first my Z key was off bcoz I pressed it too much (or maybe I'm just being tough on it) =P~&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad's camera's memory stick was stuck inside my card reader. It wasn't the right size, but I forced it anyway ... so that's what happened if you don't follow ... ahem ... instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's fixed. I can happily enjoy my lappie again. DUR!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Here's something cool that I found out from Melvine's friend in friendster. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1311573-ec5d--"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1311573-ec5d--" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="" target="_blank"&gt;Create Your Own PaloozaHead&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Lollapalooza.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-324890104045553693?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/324890104045553693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=324890104045553693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/324890104045553693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/324890104045553693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/interesting-eh.html' title='interesting eh.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-7049299939983935586</id><published>2007-07-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:44:03.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>the tagline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you're brave enough to kill, why aren't you brave enough to change?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's one of those powerful lines taken from a Hong Kong movie &lt;em&gt;Invisible Target&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Although at first I did not plan to watch it but since my sister, my brother, my uncle, and I had nothing to do in Vivocity, we decided to kill time by watching this Chinese movie. It turns out to be an amazing masterpiece! Not only was the storyline catchy, the effects and stunts were also incredible. The actors include Shawn Yue and Nicholas Tse -- oh yeah, they're sizzlin' HOT -- and one more guy (whom I shall call Mr.X, for now, coz I don't know the name!) who looked like Jacie Chan (Jackie Chan's son) ... except that this guy has a better nose than Mr.Chan. Ahem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That tagline was actually addressed to one of the gangsters that these policemen tried to arrest. (Take note that the actors that I've mentioned were the "good guys"). It was Mr.X's line when he questioned the villain (I shall call him Mr.O, for blogging purpose). Mr.X asked that question because he knew that there was still some good and working conscience in Mr.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On the other hand, Mr.O replied him coldly, "I was born to be bad." and so on and so forth ... and in the end, Mr.O died. How? WATCH IT YOURSELF, you spoiler-reader! I spend SEVEN bucks just to watch the movie and you wanna know the whole story for free? ISH! So inhumane ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The powerful message about the tagline is this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Change that "kill" into something we are sinful most. It may be watching TV, or smoking, or indulging massive chocolates. If we can do that, why can't we change? And of course, this "change" is to a better cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As I ponder on this question, I came into a conclusion, which may not be applicable to ALL, but it is universal (especially to me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Phenomenal miracles happen because of desperate people asking for it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I derived this quote from a sermon by Ps.Franco G. when he came to ENCS on July 15, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In other words, things do happen according to what we are desperate for. If I take a look at my life, for instance, I would see that 95% of my desperateness leads to success. But of course, the 5% is either I wasn't allowed or not yet. An example would be my wanting to get the glasses that I wanted. If you all know the blue specs that I wore for the last two years, that's the product of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angelene&lt;/span&gt; being desperate! My grandma told me that it wasn't suitable for me. My mom told me that it looked horendous. Nevertheless, I kept on persisting. I ensure them that it's something out of the ordinary and it'll survive with me for a couple of years (uhm..it's coz I always change specs when I'm given the chance to shop for one =P). And true enough, they're probably "annoyed" by my determination to own the blue plastic spectacles. The end of the story ... they bought my desperateness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hope ya'll catch the movie as soon as possible. And do LEARN from media. It sure feeds you with lotsa moral principles and values.&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/32104559-7049299939983935586?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7049299939983935586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=7049299939983935586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7049299939983935586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7049299939983935586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagline.html' title='the tagline.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-8085619215663814374</id><published>2007-07-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:53:39.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MacMac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><title type='text'>Young and MacMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bid farewells to two of our dearest friends in a month? That's too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First we had Young. She left Korea already. 'Twas a great joy to have her around. We met earlier this year, the start of the new semester. She came as an exchange student in NUS. We met in ENCS Lifegroup and we became close after being acquainted for a month or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember the time during our exam period, we went for dinner in Food Republic, Vivocity, after Lifegroup. She was suppose to go home to study but then I pursuaded her to go Max Brenner and eat chocolates with me. I was quite a devil. Ahem. But ... she refused to go with me. So I gave up. But minutes later, just before we left the table, she came up to me and decided to study the next day rather than that night. I was so excited! So in the end, we went to Max Brenner and enjoyed our evening 'til midnight ** Hendry brought me home, we shared a cabbie. DUR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090443989942561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqTj1qmMacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oKt6KV-Z83I/s200/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;called Hendry up to Max Brenner. Those who were present: Ash, Young, me, Hendry, and Wayne on the cam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Special moments with Young also includes the pre-Saturday Night Fever day. She and I finished our exams a day or two before the event. A day before the party, both of us went shopping for her costume. She was completely blank about what to wear for the party. I helped her picked out several items from the shops in Far East Plaza. We had such a great night shopping, trying out dresses, and chatting together. The great thing was that she bought everything below her budget. It was surprising, indeed. =) I also suggested her to use contact lenses for the party. It's to blend and match the colors of her outfit, since her glasses was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the party itself, Young won the best outfit! I added my blue necklace so the top won't look too plain. This was how she looked like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090446747311565266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqTmWKmMadI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X0aMjHWK6so/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Party Queen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was the Bali trip. She came to Jakarta and Bali to spend time with us. She even watched the West-Side Story by Morning Star Academy's Performing Arts. At first, I was supposedly accompany her for the whole show. But then I became one of the supporting players for the show, to replace a student. In the end, I asked my aunt and her friends to accompany Young as she sat for the the night show. She had a great time too and of course, a great evening wouldn't be as great if there aren't pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090794618187704802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYiu6mMaeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UHPbwHsGqKQ/s200/siblings,+mom%26young.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Part of the Tjoandi siblings as WSS casts with Young and Mrs. Tjoandi (my mommah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090796623937432050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYkjqmMafI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4N_I6mLmR3c/s200/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bali with my Korean babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090796658297170434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYklqmMagI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Fc11vQdWZnU/s200/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're locked outside our hotel room and we're posin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090796658297170450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYklqmMahI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-yNXET5WXfM/s200/nice+deco+eh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aromatherapy for 2 hours for only Rp.125thou (SGD$20)? What more can you ask!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Second we have Michael Ostique, affectionately known as MacMac. He left for the States today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although it was only a month since the first time I met him, but the moments of hangouts were unforgettable. He is such a blessing in my life personally. He's always cheerful and very lovable. The first time we took a picture together, no other words can describe him except ... Mr.Bean. The fact that he looks like one, when he did his "MacMac smile". Proof?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802645481581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYqCKmMaiI/AAAAAAAAANE/V93eetXaQao/s200/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "MacMac smile" -- I wasn't ready yar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We always spend hours during hangouts. UNO is our favorite game. So far, our favorite place to sit and play UNO is Far East Plaza. It varies though, depending on our mood. MacMac was known for being our "Shuffleur" (or in English term: one who shuffles). But! I mildly disliked his shuffling because of the constant persistent colors that I've collected when I took the cards from the deck. Grrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nevertheless, UNO without MacMac will never be the same again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090805578944244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYss6mMajI/AAAAAAAAANM/5U2p8XIzBQE/s200/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNO in Burger King @ Orchard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090805587534178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYstamMakI/AAAAAAAAANU/60zCCGFaIgQ/s200/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNO on the floor @ Vivo City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090805604714048082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqYsuamMalI/AAAAAAAAANc/sEbeFZP2exY/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNO in Burger King @ Far East Plaza -- goin' head to head with MacMac .... and I lost .. .. .. cut hair cut hair!! =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-8085619215663814374?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8085619215663814374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=8085619215663814374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8085619215663814374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8085619215663814374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/young-and-macmac.html' title='Young and MacMac'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RqTj1qmMacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oKt6KV-Z83I/s72-c/IMG_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6486949151358438189</id><published>2007-07-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:08:56.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>A-60 Thank Yous</title><content type='html'>If you want to feel good, thank your Creator for such wonderful things He had and even has not done to you. There are many things that you always complain about in life. It's true. Life is unfair. But ... maybe it's time for you to reverse your "problems" into blessings. Being grateful is one of the steps to see breakthroughs and miracles in life... which is why, I propose this "60 thank-yous". Let this be your prayer too ... to your Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I thank You for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. I thank You for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. I thank You for joy that helps me go through my days enthusiastically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I thank You for the air that I breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I thank You for my dad -- my hero, my provider, my greatest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I thank You for my mom who has always been a loving parent, a teacher, and a counsellor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I thank You for my sister whom I always share my pain and joy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I thank You for my two brothers for always imparting and influencing me in all sorts of manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I thank You for my 6 maids (3 in SG and 3 in Indo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I thank You for my driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I thank You for my houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I thank You for electricity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I thank You for water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I thank You for internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I thank You for cables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I thank You for wires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I thank You for satellites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I thank You for mobile phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I thank You for my grandparents -- I love them so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I thank You for my aunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I thank You for my uncles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I thank You for Stesha -- she has been my joy as a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I thank You for my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I thank You for my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I thank You for my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I thank You for the great destiny You have in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I thank You for perfect health now and my years ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I thank You for your everlasting protection, both physically and spiritually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I thank You for angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I thank You for washing away all my sins and shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I thank You for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I thank You for my identity in Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I thank You for breakthroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I thank You for miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I thank You for entrusting me with abundant skills and talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I thank You for blessed days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I thank You for keeping me beautiful, inside and outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I thank You for internal working normal organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I thank You for my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I thank You for my eyes, that I still can see clearly, that I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I thank You for my mouth, that I still can utter words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I thank You for my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I thank You for my eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I thank You for my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I thank You for my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I thank You for my ears -- I am not deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I thank You for my vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I thank You for my pretty voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I thank You for my good-lookin' shape body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I thank You for money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I thank You for my riches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I thank You for my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I thank You for my lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I thank You for my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I thank You for my principals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I thank You for my Fujitsu laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I thank You for my Logitech webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I thank You for Abang Sher who gave that webcam to me for my 20th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I thank You for sk8erboi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. I thank You for everything that I can't mention one by one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;You know what! I actually typed 100 of them before this...and I accidentally did something that undo-ne it. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I hope 60 is alright.. .. you get what I mean eh! AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6486949151358438189?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6486949151358438189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6486949151358438189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6486949151358438189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6486949151358438189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-thank-yous.html' title='A-60 Thank Yous'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2088744617282268896</id><published>2007-07-07T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:16:03.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><title type='text'>070707</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great DATE!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it's EARTH DAY!&lt;br /&gt;As what Dick Su said, "May we recycle every memories we've had."&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I don't expect the same events to happen again. Each day is always a new day. Yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the minute the clock striked 12 last night, I'm a "Jasmine"! Ahh..But I still want to be Miss Sparrow. Hehehe. Coz I'm dating Travian.com. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what I'm talking about? Check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.travian.com/"&gt;http://www.travian.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088957518266763890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/Rp-b5oFYCnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Y9xtafv67g0/s200/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took this shot infront of Cineleisure! perfect thang!! =D&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/32104559-2088744617282268896?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2088744617282268896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2088744617282268896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2088744617282268896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2088744617282268896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/070707.html' title='070707'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/Rp-b5oFYCnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Y9xtafv67g0/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2846470894180373386</id><published>2007-07-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:26:02.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow patrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Snow Patrol - "Signal Fire"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This song really stirs my heart! The melody and Gary Lightbody's voice is EXCELLENT! I've been a fan of Snow Patrol since "Eyes Open" was released. Ya. I know that's like ... last year. =P~&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can compose songs that can stir hearts like Snow Patrol's songs. And then becomes OSTs for movies. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3 OST presents Snow Patrol's "Signal Fire", everyone ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAI8_lp8CRc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAI8_lp8CRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2846470894180373386?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2846470894180373386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2846470894180373386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2846470894180373386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2846470894180373386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/snow-patrol-signal-fire.html' title='Snow Patrol - &quot;Signal Fire&quot;'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2216360356148791067</id><published>2007-06-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:24:34.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wentworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>settling for less?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I went thru deep thoughts these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People here in Indo really got me into thinking about my future. It's not just one time, but it hit me several times. It's more than just my dreams for the future. It's more about the "now". It's like whispers that tell me that my future is in my hands now. I can change it. I'm the one directing it. That's why I should live my life according to how I want my future to be like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a really risky journey. But I know that there's always a price to pay to receive the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is actually the main principle of what I've thought over about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I saw celebrities in that E!Channel, (hehe! yes! i watch that!) it motivates me to think that most of their "partners" were all famous and rich too. Like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Madonna and Guy Ritchie, etc. etc. etc. The question now is... Celebrities knew that they don't want to settle for less, what about us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do we know whether or not we are settling for less or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Check your values and dream-girl/guy characteristic list. -- If what you got is not in your list, don't blame situation. Don't even blame FATE! Remember! We're all human beings! We get to choose what we want. Distractions may appear but it's the way you handle it, that's when you achieve success in life. Here's an easy example. Everyone wants to have a partner that they could be proud of. Yes? Although some may not admit it, but deep down, they feel proud (if not, how can you go about "liking" someone if it doesn't start with "admiration". hur hur hur?!) This pride that u have is actually your "standard" of your crush. People might say it's chemistry, but it's more than that. See it in other people's perspective, especially your family's. Use the values that your family has implanted in you and use it to find the "right" one for you. We want our darlings to be welcomed by our family and friends, don't we? We don't want them to talk behind our backs about how "ugly" your partner looks like. I mean, if they're UGLY, you can't prevent people from commenting on how ugly your partner looks like, yes? &lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Check where your partner usually hang out and the people he hangs out with! -- it's very crucial for us people who are good girls and good boys. HAHA! Anyway, I'm saying that all of us are good! Just that, how do you define "good"? (= Well, in the end, we all will become parents. So if you got a girlfriend/boyfriend that loves to smoke and get drunk and flirtatious (again..example), that's the kind of past that you'll drag along to your future. Then what are you gonna tell your kids? Lie to them about your past? What are you gonna teach them? Good values? Or just don't know, don't care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The point is.. you're living for your future. Just like how we earn money. We work, we get money, we SPEND! And how does that spending feel if it's for shopping and luxurious treats? Definitely AWESOME! That's life, people. Live it the way you want your end to be. Die with legacies. And become a history-maker. You're an ordinary person bound to do extraordinary things. Who says Wentworth Miller (Prison Break) was a handsome young lad? Or was he a quarterback whom the babes lined up for? Guess again, querida. He's one heck of a nerd with thick-framed glasses. Ordinary? Of course. Even worse. But look at him now. He worked his way up. He's a star. (ooo..how I pray to the Almighty God in Heaven that I will get that kind of hot ang-moh-ish husband) =DD~ Okay! I'm done! And my wish shall come true! Hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY. I hope my insights help you all to consider whatever hell you're going through right now. There's always HOPE. I do not condemn anyone. But if it convicted you, hey .. maybe it's time to listen to your conscience and start living a life full of purpose. It's great. And welcome aboard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2216360356148791067?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2216360356148791067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2216360356148791067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2216360356148791067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2216360356148791067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/06/settling-for-less.html' title='settling for less?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6891144246648206307</id><published>2007-06-16T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:11:13.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jakarta'/><title type='text'>Tim's Birthday</title><content type='html'>...&lt;em&gt; continuation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..so.. the rest of June before the 9th had been hectic. In between the rehearsals, there's Tim's 19th birthday. He celebrated it in err.. I forgot the name! Uh-OH! But it's an Indian cuisine, and it's buffet-like. I personally like the Naan and the .. OMG! I forgot the name again. It's those curry-puffs, with potatoes inside. It sounds like "samosa"! And the mutton curry is also GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the juicy part. Tim = hyperactive n a real bully. Haha. In return, on his birthday, I gave him something he'll never forget. My evil plan actually WORKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped his Linkin' Park CD (I borrowed it from him, but I haven't returned it yet, so I figured out that I might as well return it "this way".) So then, when I came, I gave him the present and he was questioning and I KNOW he KNOWS that it's a CD. He didn't wait! He opened it right away. When he saw it, he was just "WHAT THE". But then I told him, "Thanks for the CD, man!" K'Fini was laughing and hi5-ing me for doing that. Tim was upset. I waited and waited. And then he saw the envelope, when he opened, he can't find the card (it was also intentional, but the card isn't because of pranks, it's coz JB hasn't written yet!). Should see Tim's face. It's really funny. Seeing him like that, I took out the "real" gift and gave it to him. He was like: "HA! THANK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real joke! (+0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076678200692089842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnP77Rc4o_I/AAAAAAAAALs/KpWho10fRKY/s200/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linkin' Park ain't makin' your day eh?! I bet the Converse bag did! (=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076678204987057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnP77hc4pAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/umzafY-oWu8/s200/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The super joker cake. LOOK! It has his face on it! And his face is going to be cut into pieces! =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076678213576991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnP78Bc4pCI/AAAAAAAAAME/7_wsQ0et8L8/s200/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, the Timmy face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to be continued&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/32104559-6891144246648206307?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6891144246648206307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6891144246648206307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6891144246648206307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6891144246648206307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/06/tims-birthday.html' title='Tim&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnP77Rc4o_I/AAAAAAAAALs/KpWho10fRKY/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6921326240114163926</id><published>2007-06-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:52:33.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June &apos;07'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May &apos;07'/><title type='text'>may 12, 14, and the rest of may</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i haven't been writing for ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even my birthday bash! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. pardon me, mr.creature! i think he's the only one who LOVES to kei-poh around ppl's lives. are you working for E entertainment channel, clarence? =P~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday! Yay! I turned 20! Ahem. quite disturbing actually. the fact that I'm ... ... ... 20! =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... getting closer to something "interesting" hehehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo! This May 12. It fell on a Saturday. and not just an ordinary Saturday. but a Saturday when Hillsong college came to minister, along with Rebirth as the opening, of course. We did 3 songs. I was a ... soprano. =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we're backstage, one of the Hillsong members spoiled to everyone that that day was my birthday. So they sang "Happy Birthday" song to me.. I can feel my face burning RED at that time. It was really embarassing! Singing a birthday song just for me! Hehe. But it's quite an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday party with the PKs in Tony Roma's. I had a joint birthday party with Fina and her birthday was actually on the day itself. I can't have mine on the 12 coz u know, I have loads of stuff to be responsible of. It's the first time I played "Articulate". During the party, we were playing that! We were so noisy until the waiter shushed us. OOPS! Tim broke a glass. Hanging out with them is so much fun! The jokes, the teasings, the conversations were all meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945595235509154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhoBc4o6I/AAAAAAAAALE/fRjY2_uQslE/s200/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A slice of chocolatey frosty cake with funny-looking candles that my sister bought in Ace Hardware that afternoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945603825443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhohc4o8I/AAAAAAAAALU/63rxj4r7c3A/s200/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday girls. I saluted Tony Roma's for giving us the chance to celebrate our 20th and 22nd birthdays in a place like that; despite the broken glass and un-demure-ish acts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945599530476466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhoRc4o7I/AAAAAAAAALM/QYeujWQrM6o/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The big 2-0 with my sister's manual "O".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945608120411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhoxc4o9I/AAAAAAAAALc/TlU-Mfw3BmE/s200/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys get drunk and ... no! They didn't get laid. NOTE: They are under-age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945608120411106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhoxc4o-I/AAAAAAAAALk/iHNHFMTnll4/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oriental Shiva / Vishnu. Who else if it isn't my brother and his faithful Indian fellow buddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE REST OF MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of May was another fun part. My stay in Indo actually turned out to be an essential period, especially for the Performing Arts. My previous school was rehearsing for their performance "West-side Story", a musical drama. Usually, after I graduated from there, I helped out in the backstage and also training the students. But this time, it just happened that two of the students were out of the play. It was then my sister and I were asked to substitute their roles as "Jet girls". Not only did we act, we also sing and dance. And the time to rehearse all those was only 1 month! It was really amazing how I can cope up with the dance moves. Omigosh! That's all I can say. I was suppose to dance Mambo, Ballroom dancing...with heels! Dang! Those shoes were loose and steep and BLUE! But I must say, those practices paid off. The play was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6921326240114163926?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6921326240114163926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6921326240114163926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6921326240114163926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6921326240114163926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-12-14-and-rest-of-may.html' title='may 12, 14, and the rest of may'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RnFhoBc4o6I/AAAAAAAAALE/fRjY2_uQslE/s72-c/IMG_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-3525461674310760309</id><published>2007-05-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:58:43.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May &apos;07'/><title type='text'>the good ol' days</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days in Jakarta and I really feel like I'm here for good! Woot! Yet, I still have 3 more years to go. In an island. . ... near Sentosa. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing but to teach and meet people. First day, I taught Grade 4 Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today I played the keys for devotion and administered Humanities exam for the 12th graders. It's nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my lil tykes, Janice and Arlene S. They're really adorable. I can see Janice's eyes sparkled when she saw me on stage today. She smiled widely too. Everytime I caught her in the eyes, she would smile and wave at me. Isn't that adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Tante Titia. Still as petite as always and of course, cartoony-type of voice. She's also one heck of a cutie. I feel like pinching and hugging and keeping them all!! They're the ones who can make me smile and destress myself from school work. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my days here are supercalifragilistically FANTASTIC! It'll be even better in the days ahead. Rebirth will be singing with Hillsong this Saturday in our church building. That ... we expected a LOT of people to come. Might be full-packed. (2000++ ??) Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Enjoy the pictures that I took with my tykes. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyTHfquuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FHOPeoK4vvA/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945710105344738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyTHfquuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FHOPeoK4vvA/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arlene and Janice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyTnfquvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OUvJngLKxQM/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945718695279346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyTnfquvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OUvJngLKxQM/s200/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyT3fquwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b9qUj8BJuF0/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945722990246658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyT3fquwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b9qUj8BJuF0/s200/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyUHfquxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4C8ofpgfFVw/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945727285213970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyUHfquxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4C8ofpgfFVw/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyUXfquyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gRxRFtZ008Y/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945731580181282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyUXfquyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gRxRFtZ008Y/s200/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-3525461674310760309?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3525461674310760309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=3525461674310760309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3525461674310760309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3525461674310760309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-ol-days.html' title='the good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RkMyTHfquuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FHOPeoK4vvA/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6562556259519188859</id><published>2007-05-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:55:27.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May &apos;07'/><title type='text'>a revolution with a solution.</title><content type='html'>The world's changing.&lt;br /&gt;Women tend to be iconoclastic towards men. See those Asian male singers? Or even Western boybands? The image of a macho man is fading away. Here comes the lengthy-haired, cute-faced, and "omigosh-look-at-me-i'm-an-idol" chaps and that's right..they're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;invading&lt;/span&gt; pure maidens' dreams and visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need to be macho to get girls."&lt;br /&gt;Rigghtt.. To a certain extent this builds more charisma in guys, and no offense, it should! Then again, it's quite confusing when they become similar to celebrity images that I've pointed out earlier on. With much respect, guys don't need pretty faces to become charming. I bet if we trace back twenty years from now the meaning of charming is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; being pretty-lanky at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls must be blown away by the gorgeous smile of Jay Chou. Or even, the sweet "hey" from Nick Carter. Must it be them? Just because they combed their extremely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silky&lt;/span&gt; hair, is there going to be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;revolution&lt;/span&gt; of women's dream of a Mr.Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take George Clooney, for example. He's the MAN! Too masculine, you say? Well, at least he's not a "go-with-the-crowd" type of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's this about "charming"? It's not about the looks, boyfriend! It's about being a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while I've been blabbering and insulting on "feminity". I'll just stay neutral. So to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;neutralize&lt;/span&gt; it ... Even if a macho man has no sense of gentlemanism, oh puhleeze, we girls rather stick with ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to top it all off, this world need no boys nor men. We need gentlemen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6562556259519188859?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6562556259519188859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6562556259519188859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6562556259519188859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6562556259519188859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/05/revolution-with-solution.html' title='a revolution with a solution.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-8707352788679794668</id><published>2007-04-28T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:58:52.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>youtuber</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank God it's Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And we just got WACKIER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;presenting ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Angel and KP on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJcS_h3y--E"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJcS_h3y--E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. do comment or rate k! Thanks! (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-8707352788679794668?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8707352788679794668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=8707352788679794668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8707352788679794668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8707352788679794668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/youtuber.html' title='youtuber'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-8611061187970777462</id><published>2007-04-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:10:41.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>destressing period?</title><content type='html'>"Life's good! I'm feeling You!" (Branch, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. One paper down and one more to go. And I have to wait 10 days before my next paper. Haiz.. But nvm! I have time to slack and enjoy my aftermath of Singapore history. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, 3.30pm, Tera, Kain, Jeanette, and I went back together. In Boon Lay station, I met up with Wulan. We already planned that day that we're going to watch a movie after my paper. We went to Orchard. Lido, specifically. We bought the tickets for The Last Mimzy. It's her birthday treat from me! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movie was supposedly at 7.20PM, but we came very early. So after we bought the tickets we went to eat in Sakae Sushi, Wheelock Place. First time I ordered ramen. Ahem. Yes, usually I ordered Udon. Difference? Of course! One's smaller, one's bigger. I think the ramen tasted like yu mian. Err.. yes. Obviously, I ate too many yu mian, especially in Amara Hotel. My all-time favorite: Sliced Fish Yu Mian, Aunty!   d;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked back to Lido and we were the first people to enter the studio. It's Studio 5. It's really really ugly! And very very old! The ceilings were peeling. And there were water-marks. Eeeew! Anyway, the fun part was we got the chance to take pictures first. SO we did. Not only on our seats, but we also went infront, under the screen. There were 2 "No Smoking" signs on both wings. We went to the right sign and we took pictures there. It's really funny coz we didn't realize that there was actually someone up at the projector room. I don't think he bother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after that, people started to come in. Which was quite GOOD! Coz you don't wanna watch it alone in a big spacy, old, rectanglish room. Eeek! Freaky!&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was not as "good" as what I've expected. Although it has a bit of thriller, and quite freaky coz it's like Mimzy, the rabbit, can communicate with Emma, the lil girl. It's just ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spent my de-stressing period yesterday. I'm still not in the mood to study. I guess I'd better start tomorrow. Or else... [choke]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-8611061187970777462?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8611061187970777462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=8611061187970777462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8611061187970777462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8611061187970777462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/destressing-period.html' title='destressing period?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-3931169217817052059</id><published>2007-04-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:40:41.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>life and love and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Appreciate what you have now. You'll never know what happen tomorrow."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the line that my friend told me a few days ago. I was feeling really down these past few days. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; home, I was stressed out because of exams, I was lonely, I was broken until I lost my self-image. The depressing thoughts always attacked me until I cannot take it anymore that I even thought of ending my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I talked to my friend online and he knew I wasn't okay. But he just said, "Appreciate now!" At first, I told him I can't! How am I suppose to appreciate life when it's all depressing?! He then told me what happened to him. I was shocked. I thought he was okay. But upon hearing the news that he was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;diagnosed &lt;/span&gt;with some type of disorder made me think deeply. He encouraged me in someway. When I asked him if he's alright, he told me that he's fine. I told him to get a treatment or just do a check-up or something. He said he will but he exclaimed that he will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; every single day without thinking there's something wrong with him. I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on his words. He has faith. He was struck by a disease and yet he rejoiced; but I, on the other hand, only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;encountered&lt;/span&gt; stress and I thought that's the end of the world already. Depressed people didn't think ahead. They only think of themselves. They thought that problems only struck them and because it's painful for them, they thought that it's better to end it. But what about others? They didn't think that it'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;affect&lt;/span&gt; people around them, such as family members, loved ones, and friends. They didn't believe that God created them to bless others. Here I am, talking like a "holy" person, and yet I can't believe that I had thoughts of ending my life. But hey..don't worry..I realized that I still have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;purposeful&lt;/span&gt; life to live. God reminded me of so many things before I make that "foolish" decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Remember you wanna spoil your kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Remember you're going to write books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Remember you're going to speak to &lt;strong&gt;millionares&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;billionares&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Remember you're going to be a model?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Remember you're going to be a motivator?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Remember you're going to take over the school and make legacies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;etc etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dumbfounded&lt;/span&gt;. I nodded and told God, "Hey, God! You're right. It's not the time yet to die." I had so many things that I haven't accomplished yet and the prophecies have not been fulfilled yet. The thought of it strengthened me. It actually cleared my mind of dying early.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would also think that I'll die early, like in a car-crash, or plane-crash, or something. But, with this as a "pegangan hidup", I am so sure that God still wants me to live. He has a great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt; for me, and I don't have to worry a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It actually applies to my second exam paper. Why do people have religions? That question kept on bothering me for the whole month. I don't have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; answer and I really want to hear your answer. And what is religion to you? If you say that it's a belief, then what's it meant by free-thinker? Don't you know that free-thinkers also have a belief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this post blesses ya'll and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;motivate&lt;/span&gt; ya'll to live a purposeful life. We're not called to just populate the Earth. We have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;______and happy studying! d;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-3931169217817052059?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3931169217817052059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=3931169217817052059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3931169217817052059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3931169217817052059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-and-love-and-why.html' title='life and love and why?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-8979376605078557242</id><published>2007-04-15T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:05:30.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>He knows my name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="60" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nFLEI6QP7s/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nFLEI6QP7s/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm a proud daughter of my Creator. I inherit a big bigg bigggg kingdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-8979376605078557242?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8979376605078557242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=8979376605078557242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8979376605078557242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/8979376605078557242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-knows-my-name.html' title='He knows my name.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-7334476260607616694</id><published>2007-04-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:51:03.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>discussions.</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon. Suppose to be studying but you know me ... after ALS...WHOOOOSH!!! no more man! ='D siannnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I promise to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Actually, I've been studying since 3 days ago. My studying would mean, talking to people and asking them about Singapore history (haha! cheating right? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a question for you all who read this post. If you guys can provide me a good answer for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; (this is also helping me in my exam), it'll be SOOOOOO great! And I must say I can't thank you enough for helping me out. Coz you see, I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; took Singapore history before. So believe it or not, I had a Singapore history module this semester. Better yet, it's a tertiary level module! Aaaaaaaaaaa..... I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bombarded&lt;/span&gt; by this Raffles and Goh Keng Swee. Wooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;But it's quite an &lt;strong&gt;experience&lt;/strong&gt; to learn other people's culture. And hey! Singapore history did not go as far as Indonesian history, so it's not as difficult as other country's history. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here are my questions&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is a global-city?&lt;br /&gt;2. Can Singapore become a global-city before the 1980s?&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you separate facts from myth for Singapore's pre-1819 history?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the role of Goh Keng Swee? What is so important about him? Does he play a major role in the making of a global-city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do post your answers on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;. If it's not enough ... chat with me or post it on friendster. Cheers and &lt;strong&gt;muchos&lt;/strong&gt; gracias! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-7334476260607616694?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7334476260607616694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=7334476260607616694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7334476260607616694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7334476260607616694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/discussions.html' title='discussions.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2892663563268021716</id><published>2007-04-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:54:09.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>saturday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like quite sucky. I had to study on weekends. I've been chionging my AAH 104 essay about Indian cultural influence in South-East Asia. Seriously, it's not much to talk about. I thought we're supposed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;argue&lt;/span&gt; on essays (like what our ALS module taught us) but it doesn't apply in my history course! Especially with Dr.Fernando! He wants archaeological evidences. AAaaaaaarghh!! And you know what ... okay! He's an Indian. He expects all of us to pronounce his Indian words &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;correctly&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; pronunciation as he does it. EH! Helloo!! I'm very oriental and most of us are! Only Kahbini is the only Indian in our history class. Chih! I hope I don't get deducted on those minor things. ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But interesting facts are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Garuda is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mythical&lt;/span&gt; bird! -- Phoaaa! When I first read this in one of D.G.E Hall's chapter, I was quite shocked. Indonesian national icon was based on a mythical bird. It was influenced by Hinduism coz that bird was supposedly a warrior bird, ridden by a Hindu god called Vishnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sanskrit language was originated from India. -- This, I think most of us know that. But must take note that in Indonesia, Sanskrit wasn't really adopted fully. They did mixed some Sanskrit into Javanese. Examples: "Mandala", "Chandi", "Dharma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Srivijaya kingdom existed in Sumatra. -- The major city that played a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; role in commerce was what we call now, Palembang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to talk about, yet so lazy...coz I've been doing this since last week. Chionging and chionging... &gt;&lt;" ...Haha! Anyway! That's all for today. It's already 11.26 PM. *waiting*. IC if you're reading this, you know what I'll say right? Hehe.. Yep! Tqm. Nite people! =) p.s. This was what I did during lunchtime...Got nothing better to do... &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050709182331901058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/Rhe5PdSyVII/AAAAAAAAAKU/0hIYCHdUe8E/s200/beehoonangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thought, organized, and decorated by angelene tjoandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;item used: raw beehoon that angel took from the plastic bag beside her that was supposedly to be cooked for lunch. [itchy hands]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2892663563268021716?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2892663563268021716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2892663563268021716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2892663563268021716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2892663563268021716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-night.html' title='saturday night.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/Rhe5PdSyVII/AAAAAAAAAKU/0hIYCHdUe8E/s72-c/beehoonangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2558378736486505902</id><published>2007-04-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:48:58.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april &apos;07'/><title type='text'>this is it. this is a forgiving letter.</title><content type='html'>KACHOWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of lectures people! Actually, I'm already on my long weekend now. Hehe.. Today's Thursday and I'll be having it til Sunday. Then guess what's coming next ... *drumrolls and Beethoven's Symphony* ... ALS REFLECTION on MONDAY!!! Seriously, I have no idea why they make us do reflections. It's like...as if there's right or wrong in our opinions! No right? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I've forgiven the witch and let her live for good. I'm a very compassionate person, okay! That's why Tenku Bernard made an alliance with my country. He even asked for merger, but I told him that it can't be done due to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt; reason -- geographical location! Unless, Singapore, PM Terence, donate us some $ to build an underground city connecting Malaysia and Indonesia. Oh well, PM is probably busy building his casino. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Back to my point. The witch. Mr.Faaez informed me that the witch mentioned something about me. Whoaaaa!!! Vain Vain Vain!!! No laa! Listen first! ... So in Faeez's class, which was on Friday (btw, mine's on Mondays) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Witch: &lt;em&gt;bla bla bla bla bla bla &lt;/em&gt;[some text missing] &lt;em&gt;bla bla bla bla bla bla &lt;/em&gt;[more text missing]. There's someone in the other class who's doing on foreign students. It was quite a surprise for all of us on how the foreign students viewed plagiarism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.. and so forth! For once, she mentioned something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; about a freshie. Okay, then I'm quite happy. And Faeez was like, you're like one happy person! Of course! Everyone loves to be complimented. So actually, that's the aftermath of the presentation. Wanna hear the presentation day? It was actually on Monday, March 25, 2007, which was a week ago. Here goes...&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;strong&gt;Back to the past &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, March 25, 2007&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dreaded ALS class that Monday. I came early to school because I had an 8.30 AM class. After that class, I don't know why but I felt butterflies in my stomach. It just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; stop. Today was the 8-minute-presentation in ALS class. 8 minutes was like hell in that class, especially when you had firey glares from that creature. We were supposed to present our findings. Other classes had to submit their first draft, I heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moment I stepped into the classroom, she was not there yet. I unpacked my belongings and took out my thumbdrive, a precious asset for that day. Five minutes later she came in with her backpack (I have no idea where in the world do witches use backpacks to carry their sorcery). My heart beat really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;. "This is it. This is the final one." I thought. Without haste, she called on us one by one to present. I was supposed to come second, however, it was GREAT that I wasn't because she changed her mind. She said, "Let's do it topic by topic." To my great relief, my topic was on international students. Therefore, I got to see my fellow classmates, who were doing plagiarism, to present first. After the third person presented, it was MY turn. She called my name: Ehn-jhe-lin. I was sweating menacely, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ironically&lt;/span&gt;, it was a transparent one, so nobody actually saw it. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was in front of the class, opening the file, something struck me: "BE A CLOWN!". Okay, imagine yourself being in front of auspicious looking creatures and this brilliant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; just came and commanded you to be what it wants. What would you feel? Ah yes! I was saying, "Walaauw" to myself. But I obeyed it anyway. So there I was, presenting, clicking, pointing, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clowning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was laughter in the jungle. And it lasted for about 10 minutes. "It was good." I said to myself.&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get serious...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before this class, I was talking to my mother the other night. I told her how much I hated my tutor. She told me that there is no use in keeping hatred. She doesn't know and why are you making such a big fuss out of it. There's nothing else you can do except to pray and believe that you'll obtain favor from her. My mom's right. She's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; right, I must say. Sometimes, we people see things so closely til it blocks our eyesight, and everything seems so blur. Drag the hand abit further, you can focus and see it clearly. You don't know how much I've prayed the other night and during the class (while the 3 others were presenting). I really confessed that I can make a good impression on her despite my complaints. And like what Faeez said, she actually mentioned my findings in the other class, in which you can conclude that I've actually had scarred her from my presentation. The best thing was this ... I took a step of faith after that class. I actually said Thank you to her. She did replied, "Oh! No problem!". But imagine me being a Dr.Tan-hater the other night and the next day became what I'm supposed to become ... an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, it's not my might. It's so not me. I must say it's by the grace of God. And it's really up to me to forgive or not to forgive. But I'm glad that I chose to obey Him. I feel happy and I know I'll be an impact to her somehow. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2558378736486505902?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2558378736486505902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2558378736486505902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2558378736486505902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2558378736486505902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-it-this-is-forgiving-letter.html' title='this is it. this is a forgiving letter.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6491353806888809540</id><published>2007-03-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:09:22.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March 07'/><title type='text'>Hairsalonfinder</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, March 28, 2007 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I travelled all the way from boon lay to find a good hair salon. hahaha! Yes.. First I went to Jurong Point. They had 2 salons.. Reds by Monsoon and Jean Yip. I checked the package in Reds, and they're actually not bad. $190 something for perming, cut, and treatment. But I figured that I should check other places first. Besides, the place was quite crowded at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went down to Jean Yip and my eyes widened as I gasped for air. $220 for digital perming (given the fact that my hair was considered long), and that does not include cutting nor washing! Siao! So I stormed off with a sulky face. I messaged a few friends, asking for suggestions, but they replied me pretty late, so I ended up in the purple line when their suggestions were to the red and green line. Haha. In the purple line, I zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzzZZzzzzzz... until ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ding dong* ... &lt;em&gt;Kovan station!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I woke up and got out of the train. So blur already! =P I walked over to Heartland Mall, in search for hair salons. I took the elevator up and turned left where all the teen stuff were sold. I was about to give up when I saw ... in the corner ... with bright blue lights inside ... I saw .... .... .... ...... ........ a hair steamer! OMG! I found the treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly rushed in and to my surprise ... they were having a promotion on digital perming and straightening. It was only $170 without GST. I was Soooo happy! So I asked whether I have to pay extra for the cutting and shampooing. They said NOPE! It's all included! I felt like I'm the happiest person alive! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, the woman who did my hair was the owner's wife! She's an EXPERT! Sooo cooolll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I found myself a friend, whose name is Joyce. She's working there as well. She's very friendly and she's my age. It's really memorable! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my 3 hours of hair-do, I went down to Hong Kong Cafe to discuss on my research paper with Leovine KorKor (eeeeewww!!). I was only there for 15 minutes when I realized that I left something in the salon. I digged my bag for my file, the file that contains ALL of my AAH 104 - Dawn of Asian Civilization lecture notes, handouts, and outlines.. and I couldn't find it. I rushed back to the salon and I must say that this salon (NX) deserves a salutation! Joyce bagged it for me. Isn't she nice!? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, my day was great! This is how it turned out, please don't snicker! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047347255624723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RgvHlkWN7WI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7bz-QQm-e-I/s200/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6491353806888809540?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6491353806888809540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6491353806888809540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6491353806888809540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6491353806888809540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/03/hairsalonfinder.html' title='Hairsalonfinder'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RgvHlkWN7WI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7bz-QQm-e-I/s72-c/IMG_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-5333951979275694170</id><published>2007-03-25T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:00:13.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March 07'/><title type='text'>BLOODY IRRITATING!     **WARNING!**it may raise sensitive feelings!**don't read if you're not MATURE!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"We have found a witch, may we burn her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A line from Monty Python's The Quest for the Holy Grail that served as a ridiculous comment from the villagers. It happen to be ME who's now saying that to my ALS tutor. Yeaah! It's the first time I hate a teacher. And call yourself in NIE and this is what you get.. a very bad role model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WHY do I hate her badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Few reasons. Don't think just because my friends hate her, I also hate her, NO WAY.. I'm not the "up-to-the-trend" kinda person eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. First lesson is alright. You gotta know her more and see her style. "Oh, okay! She's a sporty cool type of tutor" I thought. She's single and wore Adidas brand most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Second and third lesson, I felt sorry for my friends who were scolded "indirectly" by her because they didn't do their work. I mean, HELLO! who on earth check individual readings in university level?!? She checked and commented, "Hey! How come there's no highlights here." or "Why don't you criticize this?" or "Why aren't there any comments next to the paragraphs?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLAP HER ON THE FACE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. She gets really irritating before the recess week. She told us that there was a make up class on Saturday, coz on Monday, she had to go for conference, etc. So here I was, in NIE (Boon Lay) early in the morning, travelled all the way from Hougang, 9AM, nobody's there. 9.02AM, Elizabeth came. 9.05AM, Yee Yan came. Waited.. Waited.. Waited.. 9.15AM, I was jokingly commenting to those two, "Don't tell me she cancelled the class." We were laughing, while Elizabeth was getting ready for her presentation (she uploaded it to her email, so she checked her mail). 9.20AM, it's only the three of us still, when the class supposed to start at 9AM. Yee Yan suggested that we should probably call the others and ask. However, nobody had the others' contact numbers. I told them that I had the tutor's. I smsed her and guess what ... she called. Yes! The witch called. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so much for the medieval times!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W: Hello, Angelene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: Ya, hi! What time does it actually start, witch&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W: Ohmy! I didn't have your contact number so you didn't get my message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: Err.. no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W: I told the others that today's class is cancelled coz I have an urgent ... [some text missing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: Err.. okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W: Who's there with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: Yee Yan and Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W: Oh! I also didnt have their contacts. Can you please tell them ... [some text missing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* name changed to de-popularize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And that was it! We're all quite pissed by her. In the end, we had to take breakfast at Canteen A. The bright side of it ... I got to know Yee Yan and Elizabeth better, they're DARLINGS! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. To gain favor from someone after you've just lost your integrity, what would you do? Continue to piss them? EXACTLY! That's what the witch did. Cornered us like there's no tomorrow. During the short presentation, I was the 2nd one to present. I did not do it in Powerpoint, I did it on Microsoft Word. At the end of my presentation, guess what she said.."Angelene, like what my other students always said, we don't want to offend you, we love you, BUT ... [more text missing]" Hey! C'mon! It's a tutor-peer feedback kinda stuff laa.. we know that it won't be offending if your purpose is to help that person. But the way she said it makes it sound ... INSULTING and OFFENDING lor! And she never agreed to my points. Just because I did not write any bibliographies down for the presentation, or the questionnares (who would want to complete their questionnares on Week 8 when the actual sumbission date is on Week 13 laaa! Sheesh!). And again.. Throughout that lesson, I was always the target of her lecture. She had this indirect sarcasms but when you're the target, you'll know that it's YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLAP HER ON THE FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. My impatient self arose when I got back my Reader Response. Like what Charmain said, who on earth would want to mark your thoughts and reflections! As in giving grades on it. wadda hellll!! You actually got grades for your own opinions, and they tell you which one is wrong and which one is right (for her case, everything seems so wrong except for those done by the crossovers and returning teachers). Yea yea.. if they're the "holy ones", why not make a class of her own with "their" species. It's not that we hate the crossovers. They're nice people. But sometimes, it's just hard to like them when you're always being compared in class. They're the "ALMIGHTY" and us the "PEASANTS". I feel like cursing lor but .. hey.. patience patience.. grrrrrrrrr..... So anyway, I didn't like my results for my Reader Response. And what makes it even worse are the comments. Who on earth would comment such things like, "Which question is this?" or "How many words?". And that's IT!!!! I guess the witch had no time marking the freshmen's assignments coz she's working so hard to make and mix her LOVE-potion for her to get married FAST. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tis quite bad right. I don't blame her for my grades. Maybe I did something wrong or I didn't write what she'd expected (yeah! her expectancy level is SOOOO high, that only "holy people" can reach her standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLAP HER ON THE FACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;) But if I'm wrong, I need correction! But she didn't give ANY comments at all on my paper regarding the academic writing. YA! Talk about "academic discourse skills". Pfffftttt... Puhleeeezeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 more times to meet her then it's OVER. She can burn all she wants, we don't mind. So if you're a teacher and you're reading this.. this is how it'll sound if you irritate your students and show biasness. Pledge yourself to always be kind to every students that you teach. It'll benefit you LOVE even more. Don't suffer and side-track yourself to becoming a witch that'll burn in stakes. You are a teacher, you change lives; not making lives miserable. That's why I can't consider my ALS tutor a teacher, she's a witch. Therefore, what shall we do with her? (refer to Monty Python's The Quest for the Holy Grail)&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/32104559-5333951979275694170?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5333951979275694170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=5333951979275694170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5333951979275694170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5333951979275694170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-irritating-warningit-may-raise.html' title='BLOODY IRRITATING!     **WARNING!**it may raise sensitive feelings!**don&apos;t read if you&apos;re not MATURE!**'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-588198037675377069</id><published>2007-03-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:31:03.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March 07'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eighteenth of March - Early morning at 9 AM - Place? My room, sitting on a wooden chair typing this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful day isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like writing after I had this beautiful dream. Wanna guess what's it about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hunks don't cross my mind, neither will they! Any other guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exams are coming up, so I know I won't be going back til' May 6th. Another try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Err.. WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just ate McDonald's yesterday! Soo, I haven't craved for it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think your psychic skills are quite pathetic. You should go home and practice more before you enter this blog site. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So here's the right answer. And I shall elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful it is. We're having a party in a nice 2nd floor room. I remembered there are my siblings, the Wowors, and Matthew L. (he's my fan back when I was teaching him. how did he get here into my dream? =P)  The night was really amazing. We chatted and laughed until ... I saw a blinking star outside the window. --Btw, the setting of this room is special. There are big windows on one side of the room.--  So I went to tell everyone to come and watch that blinking star. Amazingly, this star can be seen on an eye-level sight. It is not something that everyone had to turn their heads up to see. Right where you're standing, straightly, you can see the star. We were all amazed by that star. You know, when people get excited, they tend to chatter here and there, giggle, gasp, and TAKE PICTURES! =) And so we did! But by the 2nd round of the picture taking, Matthew noticed something. He cried, "Look! It's a moon!". We all turned and our eyes widened. Sure enough! It's that moon we always see every month, but this time ... it's on the eye-level! It's really close that when you see it, it's so impossible that it can land on Earth! Another effect that made it look beautiful was the sea in front of our room. GOSH! It's really indescribable. I think I should draw you so you can have a clearer vision on what my beautiful dream is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was another dream last night, but that one, was not as nice as this moon experience thing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gosh.. sometimes I feel like going somewhere where I can enjoy the universe! These things made me wonder, how on earth can God make all these. He is sooooo creative! (no wonder I inherit some of His genes! =D) Imagine, the universe is so vast. Planets, stars, comets, meteors ... aaaaaaaargh! I just wish to explore the universe! I wanna see those wonders that my Creator had done! If that's the case, I shall put this as my dream. TO go explore the universe someday. It's gonna be beautiful. I think I would &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; once I pop out of the Earth. I'll be having &lt;strong&gt;goosebumps&lt;/strong&gt; by the time I reach the stratosphere. I'll be muttering &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; to myself when I see the black vast area. AAAArgh! it's sooo cooooollll!! Okay. I shall pray hard to be filthy rich so I can afford the rocket and my astronauts. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you wanna tag along. Tell me yeah? So we can go together! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's all see the wonders that our Creator made. He's sooooo cool! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-588198037675377069?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/588198037675377069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=588198037675377069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/588198037675377069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/588198037675377069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-dream.html' title='A Beautiful Dream'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-558505426480358655</id><published>2007-03-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:01:50.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March 07'/><title type='text'>hypocritical studies and stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Selamat pagi, dunia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been up for almost 15 hours now. It was a hectic day today, although my class started at 2.30 PM. I went early to school coz SJ decided to give me a cheese brownie, and she said it's better to eat that brownie right after it was cooled in the fridge. But hellooo! She came out of the house early in the morning and in the end, it's still soggy. &gt;&lt;"  Yet, it's deliciously indescribable! Thanks beib!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After class, I went to Vivo for Life Group. Today's sharing was great. Tony talked about "integrity". He touched on how our lives shouldn't be hypocritical. And what you viewed yourself may not be the same like what others viewed you. It was quite interesting coz we did some activities like naming 3 things that describe yourself. I said I'm "blur, smiley, friendly", then the person to the right will have to describe me in 3 words also. It was Wayne Dell! He described me as "domineering, sweet, ..." and I forgot one more! haha! Domineering?? Dick described it as "bossy". WOW! I never knew I was bossy. It's just some things that I can't see it but others do. Which concludes that when friends see something's not right in me, or they critique on my behavior, I would check again coz again ... it's not about how I feel, it's about how others feel when I behave that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Same thing like make-ups. I'm not saying that ALL girls use make-ups to cover up their ugliness. Heck no! But for me, make-ups represent "neatness", especially if we meet a lot of people. Imagine talking to someone but that person can't help staring at your almost-bursting-red pimple. Eeww! Experienced that before? Or, that person has a really puffy dark circles below their eyes. Hey c'mon! You don't wanna be seen like that right, girls? And guess what, those things become a distraction to people whom you're talking with. I can go on and on about beauty make-overs, but one thing for sure ... our security is not dependent upon make-ups. Someday Body Shop will close down. Sometime later, your skin can't handle make-ups anymore. If our identity is upon make-ups, we're slaves to make-ups! It's as if make-ups SAVE the day and nothing else can replace make-ups in our lives. DUH! Get a life. You're placing your identity in an object, girlfriend! Can make-ups solve your problems? Ask yourself where are you placing your identity now. What is the thing that you prioritize more. Things that you prioritize first becomes your identity. You'll do things based on what you prioritize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thank God that He has called me to do great things. I know that my identity in Him will always be secure coz He's the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. Fashion changes. Techonology changes. Boyfriends may break our hearts. Husbands may be unfaithful. There's no WAY this corrupted world offer true love and identity. Let's just be realistic. Just look around you and what do you find but divorces, anger, rebellion, lusts, etc. For me, I don't believe the world anymore. What good are they offering? Even if I have a higher degree or high pay or high job position, I won't survive coz I'd probably have no LIFE! But by the grace of God ... He who gives me peace, love, and joy so that I can live my days grateful and enjoying every moments of it. And I'm glad that I don't have to please all my friends coz I'm secure in who I am in Christ. He accepts me whenever, however, and whatever I am, even since the day I was born. It's so good to be loved, especially when you're loved before you're even born. (Jer. 29:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Religious? =) Haha.. if it doesn't make sense, then it is religious. But I hope ya'll can relate to your current situation as I've related mine. This thing that I believe is a lifestyle that I follow, not some freakin' "another Christianity" type of thing. Haha! Seriously, I'm also sick of those on-the-air Christian teachings ya coz it just don't make SENSE! It's so unrealistic. Although we need to know those spiritual things also, but what's more important is the values and principles that the Bible wants us to learn. Then why do you think Jesus came to this Earth? Why do you think He is called the second Adam? And why was He always opposed by the Pharisees? Because He changed those traditional teachings into actions! What did the Pharisees do? They taught godly and spiritual stuff, but did they do anything about it? Nope. Did they do what they preach? Nope. Again ... hypocritical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really ponder a lot on these things. It's quite amazing. Btw, without Jesus coming to Earth, there wouldn't be any timeline. That's why they named it B.C. (Before Christ). Interesting eh? Hehe.. It's my Father's name! Soo proud of Him! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways.. It's quite late already. I'm feeling the fatigue. I love you peoples who read this. Hope it blesses you all, coz that's what I'm living for. To serve and to influence people for GREATNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-558505426480358655?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/558505426480358655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=558505426480358655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/558505426480358655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/558505426480358655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/03/hypocritical-studies-and-stuff.html' title='hypocritical studies and stuff.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-4914560198933826369</id><published>2007-02-09T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:07:37.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><title type='text'>events!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOSH! I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING FOR SO LONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You ask where was I? I was definitely busy and lazy to write blogs. Haha! Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;January 8: The start of 2nd semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;January 9-24: Routines! That I forgot what's going on. Haha! I think I met new people..like Sher, Nadiah, and Eric from TTC. Ah! And during this period, I made a decision to be rooted in EN. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;January 25: Became one of the models for NTU openhouse posters or something. Anyway, it was a photoshoot in Block 7 "Classroom of the Future". I think that's what it's called. Haha. Not really expecting it to come out soon though. Pai seh! =P~ ... What else? The night before, I had a big fight with my sister about some "stuff". We didn't talk at all the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to talk with Danny about these things for almost two hours. From NIE to Vivocity. In Vivo, we passed by Candy Empire, so I decided to buy some chocolates for my sister (to tell her that I still love her and I don't hate her!). I bought a box of Belgian sea-shelled chocolates. It's not because of the bargain okay! Hehe.. It's like $10.80 for 2. Buy one get one free. Haha.. But then, the chocolates were FANTASTIC!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;January 26-February 3: Routines again! Just that, every single day is always a brand new day. I was blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;February 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dad's birthday! Mom and Dad came to Singapore after their trip to China. For Dad's birthday, we all went to Jumbo seafood restaurant in East Coast with Grandpa, Grandma, Gong-gong, Suk Siung, and Alan. The food were against my DIET! Aaa! But I can bear with it. It's once in a while mar? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;February 5: The start of E-Learning. And all those people who rejoice say ..... yaay... swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;February 6: It's a Tuesday. Second day of E-Learning. But guess what, I was quite slack! Haha! In the morning I went to NIE for CS briefing for an hour (10.30 - 11.30 PM). I'll be taking lower primary because I LOVEEE kids! As in, smaller kids! Coz if not .. I'll get bullied. *sniffets*. The compulsory subjects for me are English and Math. For the third one, it's either Music, Arts, or Social Studies. I am quite confused in what I'm gonna take for the third one. It's either Music or Arts though. Can you give me suggestion before I turn in my paper this Monday, Feb. 12? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After CS briefing, I went to Vivo to eat with Danny. We ate at Food Republic. Shared grilled fish, charkwe, and mushroom soup. While we're eating, my sister called asking us to watch a movie with her. It was funny. We were debating on what movie to watch on the phone. Imagine! The first option was "Happy Birthday" !!! A Chinese movie! Louis Koo! I was laughing so hard. In the end, we gotta picked The Last King of Scotland. Hey! Not bad! The ticket was only $5.80 coz Wayne got a discount from OCBC. After we window-shopped in Vivo, we went all the way down to Cineleisure, in Orchard. The movie was at 4.10 PM. What's great was ... my sister got us all couple seats! SHEEEEESH!! But nvm, it was a joke for her. Haha! The movie was ... alright, I guess. Gory and MATURE. I had to close my eyes most of the time when it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The movie ended around 6 PM. Danny wanted to separate from my sis, to give her some "quality time". Doesn't make sense coz they ended up at home half an hour later. As for us, we sat for an hour + on the stairs, in front of Ngee Ann City. From dusk til dark. We chatted about a whole bunch of things until I realized that I got a butt-cramp. Imagine sitting on a hard stuff for more than an hour. Ouch. I looked at my watch and found out that it was already 7.30 pm. Initially, the plan was after the movie, we all go for dinner, but then ... it didn't turn out that way. So that 7.30 growled me badly. I called my sister and found out that she was at home already. Jah! We were quite confused on what to eat, since there were so many stuff in Orchard. Danny called his friend, but no answer. Soooo.. we decided on Billy Bombers in HeRen. (is that how u spell it? swt.) Got a spaghetti bolognoise. Chatted and took a picture of our new doorstoppers! Then we're off from Dhoby Ghaut around 10 PM. Awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;February 7: Mr.Thomashto's birthday bash by US! His birthday was actually on the 6th, but he had a romantic dinner with his gf and some of his friends. Err.. You don't call it a romantic dinner in the end. =P. Anyway, SJ and him came to my house to do our presentation slides. We spent half a day doing our AAH 104 - Dawn of Asian Civilization. In between, we disturbed Danny online, played pranks on Thomas while he's taking his nap, and I cornered SJ's boyfriend online. =P. It was funny! An hour after Thomas's nap, his gf called and he complained to his gf that we were so bad. His gf laughed. SJ and I were making funny faces like .. "Oh, I love you!" and stuff while Thomas was talking to his gf in his kissy-kissy mode. Eeeew!!! &gt;&lt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Around 6 PM, we went down to Kovan to grab Punggol Nasi Lemak, along with Amanda and Danny. It was the first time for most of them, it's my second. Btw, Danny paid for my meal. Then, we got off to Heartland Mall to buy Thomas an ice cream in replacement for his cake, or should I say...cupcakes! Too busy to buy laa! =P~ Another awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;THE END! Enjoy the picture! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029481950139645058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RcxPL7JP_II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hNAOEBPSj3o/s200/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These are the doorstoppers we bought. Cute eh?&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/32104559-4914560198933826369?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4914560198933826369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=4914560198933826369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/4914560198933826369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/4914560198933826369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/02/events.html' title='events!'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RcxPL7JP_II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hNAOEBPSj3o/s72-c/IMG_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6295222649522359447</id><published>2007-01-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:02:41.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='january 2006'/><title type='text'>Song Playing is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;... Jingle Bells (v.Point of Grace) - sung in 3rd service at Morning Star Indonesia on December 24, 2006&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sung by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Sopranos - Adelene and Maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. Altos - Angel and Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. Tenor + Bass - Fina and Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6295222649522359447?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6295222649522359447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6295222649522359447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6295222649522359447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6295222649522359447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-playing-is.html' title='Song Playing is ...'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-7743136178242626217</id><published>2006-12-25T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:21:14.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>christmas eve &amp; christmas day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pVlfhj6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/O6zhKLpjF6A/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012340729849155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pVlfhj6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/O6zhKLpjF6A/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Christmas tree with 96 presents under them (that's what stesha counted ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWFfhj7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/znzT3_LqW7M/s1600-h/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012340738439090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWFfhj7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/znzT3_LqW7M/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Eve dinner. I just woke up from my nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWVfhj8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nqDRDt_j3BU/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012340742734057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWVfhj8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nqDRDt_j3BU/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steam stuff, that's what we ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWlfhj9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HUcy03P4kTk/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012340747029024722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pWlfhj9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HUcy03P4kTk/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My dessert. JCo donuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95a1fhj-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RIRqf6lroyE/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358412229513186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95a1fhj-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RIRqf6lroyE/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas morning. I woke up and checked out downstairs. Nobody's there. So I went to my parents' room, there they were, watching a movie from Star Movies. I thought we're suppose to make breakfast?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95bFfhj_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mpqxgWtwI7U/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95bVfhkAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JmHtXQAYJa4/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358420819447810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95bVfhkAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JmHtXQAYJa4/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were supposed to, but after the movie, which was this late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95blfhkBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZPuFnhBjkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358425114415122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95blfhkBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZPuFnhBjkQ/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad cooked most of the meals, sausages, hams, and omelettes. I did the hashbrowns! They all look crispy and dark! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95cFfhkCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FugNusgmLUE/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358433704349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY95cFfhkCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FugNusgmLUE/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We cooked with Bing Cosby's Christmas CD on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HJlfhkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/W6S2TYfJZH4/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012373509039558786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HJlfhkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/W6S2TYfJZH4/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At this time, we're all four hungry pigs. We're STARVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HJ1fhkJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VOi-9Jo1WIk/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012373513334526098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HJ1fhkJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VOi-9Jo1WIk/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is JB, reading the manual on how to use the mixer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HKVfhkKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tFudic17NCg/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012373521924460706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HKVfhkKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tFudic17NCg/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Around this time, Justin is the hungriest among all. He feels uncomfortable of everything. He sits, he stands, he walks, he plays the piano ("soooaring, flyiiiiiing"), he just can't stay still. He's devastated. So much for helping. &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HKlfhkLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fe_JRDYUANw/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012373526219428018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HKlfhkLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fe_JRDYUANw/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming right up. Just one more meal to go, the omelettes. As for both of us, we waited patiently while lighting the candle in the middle. Until ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HK1fhkMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cX-_bP4SQTA/s1600-h/IMG_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012373530514395330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-HK1fhkMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cX-_bP4SQTA/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A fly came in! Grrr.. Mom took 2 slappers from above the fridge and gave them to both of us. See that? Justin made a Beyonce dance while slapping the cunning fly. Btw, Mom is sticking her tongue out coz no more butter laaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LjlfhkNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6VLbd3AkZOk/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012378353762668754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LjlfhkNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6VLbd3AkZOk/s200/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's 10++ already, and we're all starving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LkFfhkOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UdeaPy56lrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012378362352603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LkFfhkOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UdeaPy56lrQ/s200/IMG_1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again, Justin couldn't resist his starvation so he left his job as a fly slapper and went to sit to get ready for his meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012378366647570674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LkVfhkPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P2mPgd_A2hU/s200/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally! It is the omelette, baby! At first, it looks like crumbs from the wowors' cookies. It's actually a shiitake omelette. It's quite good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-Lk1fhkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbltSENzTb8/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012378375237505282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-Lk1fhkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbltSENzTb8/s200/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the table setting for each family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LlFfhkRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I2HJf9Csd5M/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012378379532472594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-LlFfhkRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I2HJf9Csd5M/s200/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After eating and reflecting, we're full! And it's time to open the presents. The long-awaited moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-UzVfhkSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Onw25EyVGlc/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012388519950258466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-UzVfhkSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Onw25EyVGlc/s200/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Open! Open! Open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-Uz1fhkTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QZ1flMto-KU/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012388528540193074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-Uz1fhkTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QZ1flMto-KU/s200/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grandparents came over with his bodyguard and PRC chauffeur while we're in the middle of opening the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-U0FfhkUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PT6pqHS-Glo/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012388532835160386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-U0FfhkUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PT6pqHS-Glo/s200/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My gifts! Bodyshop's Cranberry lipgloss and handwash with a snowman holding them from Om Ayang and Tante Murni; Art Fashion purple necklace from the Ganis; Icy earings from the Ongkos; DKNY &lt;em&gt;Red Delicious&lt;/em&gt; eau de parfum from JB; Aigner &lt;em&gt;Too Feminine&lt;/em&gt; eau de parfum from Mom; Tommy &lt;em&gt;Hilfiger True Star Gold Beyonce&lt;/em&gt; eau de toilette from JB; Mark and Spencer hand and nail lotion from the Simanjuntaks; Forever 21 gold bandana from Adelene; Dior make-up kit from Tante Lola; GUESS black vintage wallet from Dad; T-Shirt Factory brown tank from the Wowors; Little handmade tile magnet with "-angel- Merry x'mas" writing from Rosenna; Kipling vintage big bag from Dad and Justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-U0VfhkVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/axRWBs0XEjs/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012388537130127698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY-U0VfhkVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/axRWBs0XEjs/s200/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is Justin and his present from ME! Wanna know how he got that dinosaur bubble? Ask me! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Another year of Christmas, another year of celebration, another year of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-7743136178242626217?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7743136178242626217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=7743136178242626217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7743136178242626217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7743136178242626217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve-christmas-day.html' title='christmas eve &amp; christmas day'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY9pVlfhj6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/O6zhKLpjF6A/s72-c/IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-7982033373222874560</id><published>2006-12-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:24:54.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>msa christmas banquet 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Evening, Bloggies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday was a bunch of fun! We had a great MSA Christmas banquet in Hotel Mulia. It was soooooo fun! Lotsa people. And we gotta see our own musical performed by the students. AWESOME! Can't believe it's part of my ideas too and the students really nailed it off!!!! *sniffets*. So.. I uploaded several pictures to browse through. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm0lfhjzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DchUt9vYC30/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011423170215907122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm0lfhjzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DchUt9vYC30/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Table 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm01fhj0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kVu-xLJPnvU/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011423174510874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm01fhj0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kVu-xLJPnvU/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the PKs in front of a christmas tree that's for SALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm1Ffhj2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Y5yGIAPd6wg/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011423178805841762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm1Ffhj2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Y5yGIAPd6wg/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;women in the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm1Vfhj3I/AAAAAAAAADU/0_hnMpEbC0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011423183100809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm1Vfhj3I/AAAAAAAAADU/0_hnMpEbC0Y/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy people! *left-right: lloyd, angel, adelene, poetra. top,left-right: athalia and alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb0VfhjvI/AAAAAAAAACA/DwPIAiKZ9WY/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011411071293034226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb0VfhjvI/AAAAAAAAACA/DwPIAiKZ9WY/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the wowor girls and miss tjoandi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb0lfhjwI/AAAAAAAAACI/Nw7NzDr_qig/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011411075588001538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb0lfhjwI/AAAAAAAAACI/Nw7NzDr_qig/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the dolls and one madman *sorry josh! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb01fhjxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xCF2j4GtHQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011411079882968850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb01fhjxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xCF2j4GtHQ8/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;lil tykes and miss angel (left to right) - kent, jessica, annette, valrhona, miss angel, esther, and scharlize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011411066998066914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb0FfhjuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GIbO-58A6po/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yay! we did it, miss bo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011411079882968866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwb01fhjyI/AAAAAAAAACY/SBv--iL5miw/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sam`su is angelina jolie wanna-be and angel looks like a cat! eeeeww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012144432663859074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY62zlfhj4I/AAAAAAAAADw/bWLoUPIO_zk/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;baby girl and i  *i look tan! yay!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012144445548760978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RY620Vfhj5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X3uAzt6btLI/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;after banquet. in hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&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/32104559-7982033373222874560?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7982033373222874560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=7982033373222874560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7982033373222874560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7982033373222874560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/msa-christmas-banquet-2006.html' title='msa christmas banquet 2006'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYwm0lfhjzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DchUt9vYC30/s72-c/IMG_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-7173541275143172177</id><published>2006-12-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:08:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the schedule for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's Saturday, 10.22 PM, 9 more days til Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today was another blasting fun-packed day! In summary ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;8.30 am&lt;/span&gt;: In MSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;8.45 - 10.00 am&lt;/span&gt;: Chilling at Setiabudi's new Krispy Kreme Doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;10.00 - 11.45 am&lt;/span&gt;: Kindergarten Christmas banquet practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;11.45 - 12.15 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Eating at Imperial Cakery (had sandwich for lunch and didn't finish my food coz K'Fina called for practice, so I packed it for take away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;12.20 - 1.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Special song practice for Dec.24th's service ("Jingle Bells", Point of Grace's version - I tell you, it's madness! All the curls and twists on the notes! Aaaa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.00 - 2.45 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Sunday service music practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.45 - 3.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Youth offering song practice ("O Come, O Come Emmanuel", Martha Munizzi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.00 - 4.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Youth drama practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.00 - 4.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Youth music practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.30 - 5.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Slacking! Chatting! Drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.30 - 8.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;: Youth Christmas service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was great! The Youth on Fire today was awesome! We had the lightings and fog machines! Woohoo!! But it actually made us singers harder to breathe. We had to fan ourselves coz the fog was so friggin vanilla smelly! Yerrrrrrr.. But overall, the youth service was totally SOMETHING! We sang &lt;em&gt;Not Forgotten&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; We Wish You a Timeless Christmas&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Here I Am to Worship. &lt;/em&gt;(all &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Israel Houghton&lt;/span&gt;'s version). Then we had the drama. My brother was the main character (AGAIN!), and I was a prop person, holding the sign "Bus Stop". Muahahaha.. It was a 5-minute skit though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then we had this game where we have to form a 4-person group to sing "Jingle Bells" or "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" syllable-per-syllable. It was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;. I was dragged by Leah, so my team consists of me, her, Imma, and Arum. We made it to the finals. Muahaha! But we lost to the boys - JB, Joey, Joshua (Ongko's uncle), and one more.. I forgot who! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our offering song was hilarious! It was me, Adelene, K'Fina, and Leah who sang it. The CD track SKIPPED in the middle!!!! And it skipped 4 times!!!!! On the second skip, we were quite worried already and was hoping that Tim would just faded it out, but he didnt! So guess what, we &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;clashed&lt;/span&gt; in the middle, and the funny thing is, everybody just sang differently but luckily IN TUNE!!! It was hilarious though, coz in the end Tim did faded it out and we just put &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;licks&lt;/span&gt; at the end. And no one really notice that we made mistakes. Haha! Actually, some did, but they said it was not so obvious. GOOD THING THAT SONG DOES NOT GO ON FUNNY FUNNY CHORDS! Phewww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;'k! It was definitely one of the best Youth on Fire I've ever experienced. You go peeps! Can take a look at the pictures. This was the last time we had our Youth on Fire in Setiabudi building. On February, the next Youth on Fire will be held in the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; building. MSA building, babyy!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009153688021864082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWvVfhjpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SCNmHlApKns/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Before the Youth service - with Adelene, Justin, Fina, JP, Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWv1fhjqI/AAAAAAAAABE/fzsUQzjrF3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009153696611798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWv1fhjqI/AAAAAAAAABE/fzsUQzjrF3Q/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Crapping with Leah, Adelene, and Arum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWv1fhjrI/AAAAAAAAABM/D312v74nHzc/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009153696611798706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWv1fhjrI/AAAAAAAAABM/D312v74nHzc/s400/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aren't we ... cute? -.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWxlfhjsI/AAAAAAAAABU/orf61LPTFDY/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009153726676569794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWxlfhjsI/AAAAAAAAABU/orf61LPTFDY/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Youth Music Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWx1fhjtI/AAAAAAAAABc/V8eCzVk-oro/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009153730971537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWx1fhjtI/AAAAAAAAABc/V8eCzVk-oro/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MSA Alumni - with Adelene, Sam Montezuma, and Tim&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/32104559-7173541275143172177?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7173541275143172177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=7173541275143172177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7173541275143172177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/7173541275143172177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/schedule-for-today.html' title='the schedule for today.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RYQWvVfhjpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SCNmHlApKns/s72-c/IMG_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6832095987960234900</id><published>2006-12-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:56:09.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>bloody dietors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.06 PM here in Indo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just uploaded several pictures. Check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7U4ZZCXiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lvzB-2t30hM/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007673901036232226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7U4ZZCXiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lvzB-2t30hM/s200/IMG_0828.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7U35ZCXhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hFZ2i5OnJuc/s1600-h/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007673892446297618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7U35ZCXhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hFZ2i5OnJuc/s200/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PKs - principals' kids @ &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tony Roma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The girls and 2 boys ate Lamb Chop coz we're type "B".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The other boys, inc. my 16-year-old brother ate baby-backs aka PORK ribs! Their type is "O", but PORK isn't recommended for all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; types! Oh well! Who can resist &lt;strong&gt;Tony Roma's&lt;/strong&gt;?! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yeah! We cracked up so hard, catching up on stuff, and we even talked about the future. It's soooo friggin' funny! Like, 10 years from now, we'll be having 4 times the size of this group. It'll include our husbands and children. So the total will be 72 (&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;including&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our parents but &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excluding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our in-laws). We're like, "Oh yaa! When we book a flight, we'll book the WHOLE plane for ourselves!" and "Oo!! We're not gonna let our kids play with his kids coz his kids don't shower!" We know who we're referring to right? Ehem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's a really great homecoming dinner! Haha! Oh btw, our parents are at the other table! Ehem.. We ain't capable of spending in Tony Roma's using our own pocket money. *sniffets*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Natural pose! - We were talking about K'Fini goin' to PRIME. (Christmas miracle) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7YNZZCXjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W8WFlML5Qa4/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007677560348368434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7YNZZCXjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W8WFlML5Qa4/s200/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; A rather serious-natural pose! - Tante Helen was asking us to work on a script for a sitcom about homeschooling. We write, we play, we'll be on TV! ^^&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7YNpZCXkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6nWgXRJMCHE/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007677564643335746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7YNpZCXkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6nWgXRJMCHE/s200/IMG_0826.JPG" 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/32104559-6832095987960234900?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6832095987960234900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6832095987960234900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6832095987960234900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6832095987960234900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/bloody-dietors.html' title='bloody dietors!'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/RX7U4ZZCXiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lvzB-2t30hM/s72-c/IMG_0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-5716035645598289334</id><published>2006-12-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:38:02.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>favored first few days back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Went back home to Indo 2 days ago and still adjusting myself to the pollution, traffic, and definitely the LIFESTYLE. This is really freaky. The first time I met the people in school, they were like talking about this "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;-type diet"!! And it was reinforced by my mom that everything that I eat MUST be beneficial to my body. Like, she had this book that has every food listed out according to the blood types. Mine is type B, and shockingly ... I can't eat CHICKEN!! *sniffets*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gosh! And yeahh.. all the PKs (principals' kids), including my brothers are all on this diet program. And yaaa.. I went to Bakmi Gajah Mada on the first day in Indo, and my mom ordered me a plain noodle. I was like, "Mom! Plain noodle is for Stesha and Justin!" I mean, hey, c'mon! Plain noodle is like ... only the NOODLES! No chicken, no &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;veggies&lt;/span&gt;! I was quite shocked coz they're all INTO this diet thing! Oh well, I guess I'm coping up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today, after 3 months of not being in MSI church, I finally got to sing GOSPEL songs!!! Woohoo!!! 3 services and it's quite tiring, but exciting, esp. with that "Not Forgotten" song ... (Egyptian dance). =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And for dinner, the PKs gathered again at Tony Roma's. And SHUCKS .. No baby backs for us girls. No porks. Good thing they have a new menu:  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lamb Chop&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which is very beneficial for us blood type B people! All the O's kept on eating those baby backs, which was definitely NOT beneficial for any blood types! Haha! They're breaking the rules, for now. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We chatted, laughed, joked, being insane again for 3 hours in Tony Roma's, then we all went to Senayan City coz Dabenhams had a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt; sale. We checked out stuff there and the moment we stepped in the store, it's MADNESS! The queue was like a total DISASTER! Line up for an hour?! Gawd! So we decided to forget about shopping there, besides, the price ain't chipping down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;First thing first when I landed, I'm already scheduled to play on the keys for services and MSA devotions, and stuff like singing here and there, help for the Christmas banquet, and WOoHoo! Jam-packed events coming up! So happy! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here's one interesting thing that happened to me today. One of my mom's old friends called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her: Hey Angel! It's very hard to reach you ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Ow! Really? Whassup, tante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her: Ya. Tante wants to ask you, coz tante now is helping Oom Steven "Warna" finding a pretty girl for his music video. And tante was thinking if you want to be in the video?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Oh wow! Really? When is the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shooting&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her: It's actually tomorrow at 3 pm near Bogor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Oh! 3 pm? Yikes ... I have to play keys at PriMe service tomorrow at 6 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Yaaa! So sorry!!!! I really wish to do it, but ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her: Well, it's okay ... next time.. there's still a next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Yaa! So sorry yaa, tante! But thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was really sad, you know.. I mean, it is a once in a lifetime thing! But, I already committed myself to help in PriMe service, playing the keys for their Christmas service. After that call, I consulted my parents. I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;, really. Coz ... of course, that's every girl's dream, to become a "someone". But I really strongly felt that God wants to test where my heart is. Just like the sermon today. Abraham was tested, but by FAITH he did God's will. God's testing Abraham's heart. And because he did what pleases God, he was blessed! So, I was in a position like that just now. But then, I told God that it's fine if I didn't get the chance to be in that music &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;, I know by serving Him tomorrow, that's where my heart is. It's better to serve than to be self-centered. I'm sure God'll not stop there. I feel that God has the best in store for me. He's gonna bless me more and His favor upon me will be just like my forefathers. Hey, life's about FAVOR! I'm more than blessed, I'm favored! I believe that this year, my Christmas &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; is going to be greater than what I've ever imagined, apart from having my Jesus born. It's going to be a life-changing experience. I love my cool God! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-5716035645598289334?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5716035645598289334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=5716035645598289334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5716035645598289334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5716035645598289334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/favored-first-few-days-back-home.html' title='favored first few days back home.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-3400961071671887033</id><published>2006-12-07T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:21:28.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>who i am hates who i've been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="lyrics" style="WIDTH: 300px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="FILTER: xray" name="MediaPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" src="http://www.songarea.com/music-code/r/0dbdde052cff7f2c9ec662f8939ffb4f.mp3" width="300" height="65" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="false" loop="false" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="1" enablecontextmenu="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was the last day of GESL execution. We went to a student care center in Bishan and we conduct the activities for them. For the first day, they all went to NIE and we conduct sports workshops and amazing race for them. It was really exhausting. I can feel my face turning red. We've became &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;shrimps&lt;/span&gt; and crabs! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57 children joined this 2-day camp. It was my first time experiencing a life with real Singaporean kids. PHEW! I'm telling ya, they're very different from what I've expected and what I've experienced. These kids are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; and not only that, they are really exposed to the world around them. Imagine, a 6-year-old boy saying the "S" word when something happens. AND ... he KNOWS what it means! I was quite shocked at first, but I thought over it and I found out that their school was joined with the secondary school. And moreover, Singapore is a small country, so basically, everyone gets influenced by one another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more I worked with these kids, the more I came to a realization that these kids need more than just academics, they need values. I was quite thankful that my previous school implanted very good values over my life, which is being family-oriented. I see how lives can truly change when there is parents' &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;involvement&lt;/span&gt;. Like my previous principal always says, "You can put kids in school, but the most crucial change they can ever accomplish is when they're at home. Teachers only spend 9-5, but parents spend 24/7. Who do you think will make a greater impact?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I really don't know how to change the perspectives of parents here, since the condition of living is very different from back home. But I just acknowledged a revelation that really struck me &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;. If God really wants me to serve here, then whatever His plan is, I'll do it. Even if I have to stay here for another 2 years after my studies, I'll go for it. It's not about me, it's all about others and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;expanding&lt;/span&gt; the Kingdom. Seriously, I just have to talk to my parents about this, coz even though I'm only here for several years, at least I'm making a difference. I don't wanna leave Singapore without making an impact. Geez.. it's a &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;waste&lt;/span&gt; of time, and I believe that I'm called to be different. (Not dumb-different!!! -some of you know what I mean and I guess you're laughing now! =P).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you know what, this is not me 2 years ago. This is a little of me a year ago and this is the REAL me now. Ever since I gave up my future to God and let Him do the moulding, I grew up &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trusting&lt;/span&gt; Him and believing that He has the best for me. Doesn't that make life easier? No worries, and all you do is just have faith and speaking the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;positives&lt;/span&gt; about your future? It is for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you turn on that music up there, the title is "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" by &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Relient K&lt;/span&gt;, it speaks to me personally. Before, I am a care-less person. My parents always scolded me for being irresponsible, and they always say that irresponsibility means you don't care about what others think, feel, and expect. I didn't heed that warning. I mean, yeahh.. I'm a "who cares" person before until I gave up my choice of entering university last year. I also don't know why I did that, but I guess God really struck me by not giving me any IDEA of what I'm gonna &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; in. So, I ended up teaching K3 (3 year olds) for a year in my school. Throughout the whole year, I was really blessed and I learnt new things, and because of that experience, I must gladly say that it brought me here ... to Singapore, in NIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Confession, baby ... My life is just full of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt; ever since I commit myself to serve as a kindergarten teacher last year. The journey of being Angelene Tjoandi now isn't the same like the Angelene Tjoandi few years ago. Which is why I put the song in ... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who I am hates who i've been&lt;/span&gt;! I see my past as lessons to be learnt and never to be repeated, and my now is a step to achieve a greater future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In brief, miracles happen when you believe that you're called to do something great. And truly, get down and humble yourself to serve and without you realizing it, you'll get popularity, fame, honor, and most importantly satisfaction that you've ever desired, and God'll see that and bless you a thousand fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A life to the fullest. A purposeful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-3400961071671887033?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3400961071671887033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=3400961071671887033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3400961071671887033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/3400961071671887033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-i-am-hates-who-ive-been.html' title='who i am hates who i&apos;ve been.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-688677566711650343</id><published>2006-12-04T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:27:13.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>life and love and why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life and love and why.  -Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life and love and why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Child, adult, then die&lt;br /&gt;All of your hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And all of your searching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ask me for what am I living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Or what gives me strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That I'm willing to die for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Take away from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This monstrosity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'Cause my futile thinking's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not gonna solve nothing tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ask me for what am I living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Or what gives me strength That I'm willing to die for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could this be bliss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be all that I ever had missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can life be new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And can I be used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can I be used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Give me a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For life and for death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A reason for drowning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;While I hold my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Something to laugh at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A reason to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;With everyone hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And hoping for something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To hope for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, with something to hope for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can life be new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be all that I am i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;s in You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be bliss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can it be You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Can it be You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah, I just feel like writing about what I feel today (actually throughout the whole entire week, starting from my exam period).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well, my sis said that I've been talking while I was sleeping. Hehe.. sorry. It sounds freaky but, I can't help it okay! I didn't even notice it myself. It's not tha I can control it! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What's more is that when things gets tough, and the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; is too hard ... that's when I'm actually tested, whether or not I can survive and come out victoriously, which in the end I did. I'm so glad that I have my parents to talk to. Being open and in the light makes me safer and feel that I'm actually at the right position, rather than covering up. I can feel that I've became mature in my thinking and also my actions. Yes, I really feel that family is everything. If you can't cooperate with your family, there's no way you can cooperate with your OWN family later. Which is why I think being &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;family-oriented&lt;/span&gt; is one of my "future" preference. And definitely someone who has the same values as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah, who said I've never been asked out? This is not the same like MSA, where everything seems clouded coz of my status. Not here. Attraction and admiration is a natural thing, that's how we can feel love. But, there's just this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;limitation&lt;/span&gt; on it. Not everyone gets what they want, or let's say WHO they want. Firstly, for me, it's not my time yet to think about it. And for me, it's once and for all. Even though I made mistakes in the past, but it's okay, &lt;em&gt;at least I'm moving forward&lt;/em&gt;. (Hoobastank's &lt;em&gt;Moving Forward&lt;/em&gt;) And by moving forward means taking steps that you've never taken before yet it's different from the steps you've taken before. Not looking back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yes, for me, conviction is everything coz that's when your values and characters are tested. And from conviction, there comes &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;attraction&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard so many people asking me whether I have a boyfriend and whether I club or not. Haha.. Maybe I dress-up and put on make-ups, but I dare myself to tell ya'll that I'm not, and will NEVER club. Yaa.. people say I miss out all the fun, but I've been asking myself WHY shouldn't I go, since I'm old enough to go. Let's not talk about restrictions here, coz hey, even with restrictions, I'm the type that go beyond restrictions, so let's not talk about my boundaries, nor my parents for a sec. But truthfully and honestly here ... clubbing ain't my type. The music's cheese and the way I spend my time .. phew, really.. I'd rather spend my time playing games on my pc. And I think I really wanna be &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from normal girls. Ya know, guys don't like bimbos right? Who can only dress-up and chit-chat and talk craps. So, might as well build up something out of me to become a useful woman in the future. (ehem! I'm learning how to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;! ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boyfriend? Haha.. I didn't say I don't want boyfriend did I? But definitely not now. Now is the time to study! God has been so great to me. Yep. I've been blessed a thousand fold. My motto in life eversince I study in NIE is "Left with grace; come home with honors." Yeaah, entering NIE is a miracle for me. I got rejected at first, but then God's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;favor&lt;/span&gt;, man.. You just can't comprehend how He works. It's really beyond reason. So yeah, for my partner, I just leave my future to my Creator, since He knows my blueprint, so why should I bother trying to build it myself. Yes, someday my prince will come. But definitely, now, I won't be keeping quiet and do nothing either. I'm SOOOOO gonna make my life ALIVE. I'm gonna learn new skills, I'm gonna do extraordinary things before this guy comes, and I'm gonna touch nations. Dunno how, but I just&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; believe&lt;/span&gt; on the impossible. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't wait babyyy!!!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-688677566711650343?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/688677566711650343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=688677566711650343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/688677566711650343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/688677566711650343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-and-love-and-why.html' title='life and love and why.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-6909614220574186859</id><published>2006-12-02T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:36:17.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december 2006'/><title type='text'>the condition of not studying.</title><content type='html'>PHEW! Finally! Can you hear the music without seeing the player? Thanks to an 8-hour research on the net! GOSH! it really took up the whole night yesterday, and today, I just found out that i am able to upload the music file and get the URL. THIS CAUSE FOR A CELEBRATION BABYYY!!! Finally, finally, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have i been doin' lately? Yes, after exams, i actually make myself available to stay home, play games, sleep, eat (eat alot!), go swimming, and learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;ANGEL? COOKS? haha.. yaa! i am learning how to cook. yesterday i fried a fish, it's really good. and my maid was telling me to take it out since it's already well-cooked, but i insisted on frying it more bcoz i still can see whites (it shud be yellowish). so she lets me go. when it's time for me to eat it, i told her that it's a bit hard. so she blamed me. nyap nyap nyap. haha! i call her "tante" (aka aunty) coz she likes to boss around. ^^ funnehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's great about this holiday?&lt;br /&gt;i finished warhammer in 3 days only! ^^ it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need to install more games. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss home now. &gt;&lt;". i can't wait for the christmas banquet and the service in the NEW BUILDING. yay!! and i can't wait to see my babies! ^^&lt;br /&gt;and my mama, papa, two cute brothers. chuih! :D&lt;br /&gt;luvs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-6909614220574186859?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6909614220574186859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=6909614220574186859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6909614220574186859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/6909614220574186859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/12/condition-of-not-studying.html' title='the condition of not studying.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2503005556153897850</id><published>2006-11-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:50:24.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>sports and leisure for early finishers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/400/IMG_0402.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;See that? Scores on bowling! Tuesday, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nov.28 '06&lt;/span&gt;! Rosenna and I started first, around &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10.45&lt;/span&gt; am coz both of us were actually waiting for Sze Jia and we can't go blading first coz of the RAIN. So we stood in front of the bowling building and it said, "Open at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; AM". When the uncle saw us waiting outside, he opened up for us, and immediately &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; minutes after we settled down, people started coming in like MAD! Raining in East Coast is no joke, man! It's either you wait or you go home. Darn! So basically we played until the rain turned into drizzles. So that's our score of our &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;nd game! Cool huh?! It wasn't planned but for Sze Jia's score, I prophetically said it's gonna be &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt; because of our scores above (all ended in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;). And it did! Oh yeah, please don't see my first few scores in front ... it's embarassing, I know! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After bowling we went to Mac to eat our lunch. I was asked by some students who happened to be playing some sort of Amazing Race" to buy them a vanilla ice cream cone and let their teacher see. So yeah, I ended up buying it and really went to the teacher as a prove. Then I gave the ice cream to Rosenna coz I don't wanna spoil my lunch. After Mac, we saw that the sky's turning BRIGHT again. Then we went blading. Rented from the $&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; hours shop. We taught Sze Jia to skate properly. The gurus. Hee! It's really FUN! And very TIRING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/111/3919/200/620548/Look%21%20What%27s%20that%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/111/3919/200/952868/sj%2Bme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/111/3919/200/327799/ros%2Bme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, I didn't fell once. But &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; minutes prior to the end of blading, Sze Jia fell and when I looked back, I also fell. And guess what...I wounded my elbow! Ha! I saw blood and scrapes! I was so amused! I mean, I never had those ever since I was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;! That's why I said it's kinda cool, although Rosenna and Sze Jia were like .. "WHAT? COOL?! You're going to have a party, remember?!" And they tried to wash my wound. Hee! I fell flat on the road, on the belly. Ouch! But I only hurt my right elbow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/320/IMG_0408.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Notice I didn't put make up today! Muahaha..)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/320/IMG_0405.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2503005556153897850?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2503005556153897850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2503005556153897850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2503005556153897850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2503005556153897850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/sports-and-leisure-for-early-finishers.html' title='sports and leisure for early finishers!'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-1855497498684620002</id><published>2006-11-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:39:24.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>A Song during Exam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During exam period, I composed this song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitely it's for my Creator. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry if the sound quality is not good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelhifive/?action=view&amp;current=MVI_0415.flv"&gt;http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelhifive/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MVI_0415.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the chorus's lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Heavens open by our songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Inspirations come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm singing about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pages, leaflets, stories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Moments I cherished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Will never extinguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'Coz you're what I fathomed most&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/32104559-1855497498684620002?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1855497498684620002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=1855497498684620002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/1855497498684620002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/1855497498684620002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-during-exam.html' title='A Song during Exam?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-2306849903253508971</id><published>2006-11-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:55:24.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>Scenarios After Exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0393.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/400/IMG_0393.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So yes! We finally finish our exams! Of course, not for literature ... only history! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So yep.. these are the times after we went out of the exam room (NIE gym). After lunch, we went to one of the rooms and play cards, scattergories, and taboo. Intellectually fun! Mind-boggling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I lost 3 times in a row for "Big 2". Grrr... Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The exam on Biography and History (AAH102) was very challenging, yet I did my best. I didn't crap around! Haha.. And all those vocabularies came to me! Phew! Like, imagine I wanna put "deplete" when I don't really know the EXACT meaning and whether or not it fits the context. Amazing isn't it? =P But in the end, I didn't put it down, too risky. Coz you know Blackburn, he's very detailed in these kinds of stuff. Grrr.. Like my paper on Film as History (AAH101). Man! I should've gotten a higher mark. He downgraded it because he needed me to put references and footnotes at almost every single paragraph. So yeah, definitely, he's very detailed in these things. But at least it's over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The night before the first paper, I was really anxious and quite scared about it. I woke up every single hour! I woke up and thought about the 2nd World War. Woke up again, thought about Vietnam War. REALLY! I just can't believe how much I've studied until they were brought into my sleep. Then the day before my 2nd paper, I went to IMM at Jurong East, did Christmas shopping. It was really relaxing and refreshing. So before I went to bed, I was really anxious about the exam coz I can count my hours on when will it end! Haha ... Like exactly 12 hours when we were in Jurong East. So basically, it was a positive approach on the 2nd paper, which turned out to be much easier than the first one. Oh well, at least I did my best! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0396.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/320/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alrighty.. these are the happy people who just finished their exams. After that, Rosenna, Iggy, and I went to Plaza Singapura with my sister and Wayne to watch Happy Feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUTENESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Latino penguins! Haha! "Wait I think they want something ... ME!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0400.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/320/IMG_0400.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0391.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/400/IMG_0391.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Pictures taken by NIE security guard and one unknown lady. Muchos gracias!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-2306849903253508971?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2306849903253508971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=2306849903253508971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2306849903253508971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/2306849903253508971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='Scenarios After Exam.'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-5636481112261280091</id><published>2006-11-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:59:57.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>Sceneries Before Exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/200/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/1600/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/111/3919/200/IMG_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;November 24 &amp; 27, 2006  -  History exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now the pictures above are actually taken on Sunday, Nov.26 in Jurong East library. Yep! We studied there for Monday's exams! Both Rosenna and Hakim were studying for their PE exams, while Iggy and I studied History. All about Mao and Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After studying, we went to IMM to grab something to bite. But, we end up shopping after that. How cool was that? Shopping when the next day we must do an exam? But it's really relaxing and refreshing, after the whole day studying.   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-5636481112261280091?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5636481112261280091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=5636481112261280091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5636481112261280091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/5636481112261280091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/sceneries-before-exam.html' title='Sceneries Before Exam!'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-116265559820327584</id><published>2006-11-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:57:50.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>+ Ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/IMG_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/IMG_0173.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/IMG_0248.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/Sj,me,igz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/Sj%2Cme%2Cigz.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/posers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/posers.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EDUCATIONAL PSYCHOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; mates. Chiong-ing coz we rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-116265559820327584?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116265559820327584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=116265559820327584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116265559820327584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116265559820327584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/ons.html' title='+ Ons'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-116248824034079088</id><published>2006-11-03T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:35:47.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november 2006'/><title type='text'>Southpark Videos - M16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Funny, creative, but please.. it contains vulgar language!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOSE UNDER 18 - DO NOT CLICK unless you are immune to it AND promise me you'll never follow that language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Warcraft:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZkiyLhLPyg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZkiyLhLPyg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfHsSD-v9qU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfHsSD-v9qU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq7seHx7KLY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq7seHx7KLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trashing Tom Cruise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI4mVVQhzoc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI4mVVQhzoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-116248824034079088?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116248824034079088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=116248824034079088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116248824034079088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116248824034079088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/11/southpark-videos-m16.html' title='Southpark Videos - M16'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-116075726417079607</id><published>2006-10-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:34:24.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october 2006'/><title type='text'>be my witness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;October 13. 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Friday Night - 11.47 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You don't know how happy I was today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This morning I asked my gramps whether or not I receive a letter. But he said no! So okay, I just went out and left for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I came back from university, it was around 10 PM, I went up to my grandparents' room and had a nice chit chat with them and my uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Around 11, my uncle was about to go home when my gramps called me down coz I received a letter. My sis and I were rushing down and I was murmuring, "Please please, let it be it, let it be it!" And when I saw the logo, it WAS from Symphonia Music School! The place where I registered my ABRSM piano exam. I can sense that it must be the results. So I did not dare turn to the other page after I opened the envelope. My sis wanted to see hers so she took the paper and tried to remove the back paper, which was her result. It took her so long that I fidgeted and rushed her, and she was like scolding me (so typical Adelene! &gt;&lt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I received my paper and the first thing I wanna do is to see the comment, but I can't help it, temptation's too high ... so I checked out the score instead. When I saw the score, I was DUMBSTRUCK ... seriously, I really thought I was dreaming. As I came back to reality, I finally screamed, "I GOT DISTINCTION!" I was screaming, dancing, and jumping my heads off a few hours ago. My uncle was still there and was reading the comments that the examiner wrote, he was definitely surprise and was also happy for me too. For the last piece, I got full mark! ("Autumn Crocus" by Billy Mayerl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All I could say now is...WOW! Just WOW! ... Why? Because I've been telling my parents that I'll get a distinction for Grade 8 piano, since they doubted that I'll get an honor for my exam, coz you know, I've been lazy. &gt;&lt;" But I also don't know where did I got that confidence from. Now I just remembered, your mouth as a powerful weapon, to curse or to bless. And so far the sermons and the principles planted inside taught me to SEE, CLAIM, BELIEVE, and you'll RECEIVE! So I did, for 2 months whole, I saw myself getting a distinction, I claimed that it's mine, I believe that DISTINCTION was made for me, and yes...today that good news came, I just received DISTINCTION. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- You can't stop a blessed woman down! - It's my time to dream the impossible, I can do anything, there's no limits now! - See, claim, believe, and receive! - Pressed down, shaken together, running over in the favor of God! - It's my season, it's my time, for the favor of the Lord! - A righteous woman will stand before kings! -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I can do it, why can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-116075726417079607?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/116075726417079607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=116075726417079607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116075726417079607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/116075726417079607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-my-witness.html' title='be my witness..'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115945482213132108</id><published>2006-09-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:47:02.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september 2006'/><title type='text'>Listen, Watch, and Reply! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Let's hear and see a funny home video. Me and my bro. He loves IT, but I don't. So let's see how it goes. Give me feedbacks. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelhifive/?action=view&amp;current=Video050.flv"&gt;http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelhifive/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Video050.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After you watch the video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. I hate the song but I sang it anyway to make my brother happy, coz he's a FREAK of highschool musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. I just heard the song like 2 minutes before we recorded. So you can see I'm not eloquent. Haha..which makes it even cheesier and funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Did you notice anything during the modulation? If not, do play it back. Coz it's really hilarious! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115945482213132108?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115945482213132108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115945482213132108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115945482213132108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115945482213132108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/listen-watch-and-reply-d.html' title='Listen, Watch, and Reply! =D'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115894035916766134</id><published>2006-09-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:52:39.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september 2006'/><title type='text'>My Major, My Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My history mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My two lovely mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SJ and Thomas are the best mates u can ever have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Loveeee talking and chatting with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They both love to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And seriously, I have never ever heard such vocabularies in my whole entire life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Especially Thomas (aka Mr.White). His mind is always 24/7 running like a Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They make history class really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;they're very caring people. Haha..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"babooooon" =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;overall, history is like the greatest subject i've ever learnt. Hitler, Joseph Goebbels, John Lennon, Elvis Presley, John Wayne, Jimmy Steward....darn! really! it's surprising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do u know that Hitler is an oedipus-complex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do u know that John Wayne's real name was Marion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And do u know that Tom Hanks was actually "named" the next Jimmy Steward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I LOVE HISTORY, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dr.rahil rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and dr.kevin ... err ... he rocks a lil lesser.  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;very nice professors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;love 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so, i do recommend u juniors to take history as ur major.you'll love it just the way you love mcDonald's. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115894035916766134?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115894035916766134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115894035916766134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115894035916766134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115894035916766134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-major-my-passion.html' title='My Major, My Passion'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115779689125503108</id><published>2006-09-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T18:32:17.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september 2006'/><title type='text'>A Foreign Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;September 7, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A foreigner lost her way home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After my piano lesson (2.30), i decided to go home alone without my sister because i haven't taken my lunch yet, and plus the other night, i was puking after eating Sushi Tei. seriously, i think i can't eat japz food in SINGAPORE! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so then, i hopped on bus 55 and went back. i know that i must alight when i see a bridge. but then ... there were so many bridges! so i guessed on one and i pushed the stop button. and i alighted there. and to my despair ... i alighted on HOUGANG AVENUE 3!!! my house is on hougang ave.2. and i saw across me, there was no playground nor houses! i was like, "uh-oh! i think i alighted at the wrong bus stop" ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;okay, you might be wondering why not wait for another bus or don't alight at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;firstly, i don't wanna wait for another 55! because the frequency is really really bad! i don't wanna wait for 1/2 an hour! and secondly, i alighted because i pressed the button ... and it's EGOooooo PRIDE!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So then i walked down the streets of hougang. and i came into an intersection with road templates saying: "hougang ave 3" and "tampines". i was so shocked! waaa!!! i'm in the middle of no where!!! and i passed a lane saying "defu lane 10" .... from what i know, defu was like quite a distance from my place. FREAK! i was so lost that i called my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm lost! where am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;F: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;huh? tell me ur location?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;near me ... there's a mosque across me ... i'm in the intersection of hougang ave 3 and tampines road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;F: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh! it should be near. you can see hougang community center soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;rightt.. okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then I walked down and really saw the community center. but it was like 5 minutes after the intersection. and i walked beside lorong one in one hot sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total of walking time: 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total of walking distance: around 5 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;let's not forget to mention --ALONE--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING:  bus book should be foreigner's best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/32104559-115779689125503108?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115779689125503108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115779689125503108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115779689125503108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115779689125503108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/09/foreign-story.html' title='A Foreign Story'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115546873444472161</id><published>2006-08-13T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:40:16.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august 2006'/><title type='text'>3 in 1 Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 13, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, let's start off by reading the Friday events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GESL (Group Endeavors Service Learning) at &lt;strong&gt;5.30PM&lt;/strong&gt; til &lt;strong&gt;7.30PM&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep! It's very late for a class! Definitely! But overall it's fun. I got the "leader" professor, Mr.Goh. So, we did intro to each other, which most of us already know each other. And then he asked us to write our mottos in life and share it to the class. So I wrote down my motto in life which is, "The Earth is too small to be populated by common people but it's never too small to be populated by extraordinary people who make histories."&lt;br /&gt;Deep ain't it? But that's what I'm hanging on to. :)&lt;br /&gt;For our GESL group, we haven't really discuss on our project because 2 of our members weren't present on that day. Btw, in case you don't know what's GESL is, here's what it is. It's actually groups that serve Singapore community, whether it's orphanages or schools, anything to make a better living for them. Cool eh? I'm so gonna propose that to MSA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after GESL, we went out to eat at Jurong Point. Faeez proposed on halal food and healthy ones, but the fact that he's ordering steak and fries, hehe.. not healthy whatt..! :p So we ate and ate and ate and then we moved down to the train to go home. Suddenly, I thought I drank too much water, so I needa go to pee. I told my sis that I can't hold it and I have to stop at Dhoby Ghaut (Plaza Singapura). So both of us agreed to stop there and we thought our friends would stlil continue on their journey home (we lived in the same line btw). But when we went out to Dhoby Ghaut, the rest followed! (some friends left earlier, coz they're not in the same line as us) So I was like, Oh My! So I rushed up to the mall and went to the toilet all by myself. And the rest waited down at the MRT station playing Bejeweled on Melvin's laptop. But thanks for waiting! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Them waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/Image148.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/Image160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/Image160.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Manu Ginobli's dunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After piano lesson from &lt;strong&gt;10AM&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;1 PM&lt;/strong&gt; and lunch at &lt;strong&gt;1.30PM&lt;/strong&gt; at home, we went to Singapore Indoor Stadium. We got free tickets to watch Philips Singapore Cup. First match, Malaysia All-Stars vs Melbourne Tigers. Haha.. definitely Malaysia lost by 50 score difference to Melbourne. :p Then there was Argentina vs Slovania. And we really saw Manu Ginobli! My friend wanted to have his autograph so I suggested him to be a pervert and I'll be the nurse so we can jump into the court and ask for his autograph. :p It's fun! Slovania's tough too. It's a tight match at first. But Argentina won in the end. Which, by that time, I was completely bored. &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So after the second match, we decided not to watch Spain vs Serbia. We were planning to grab something to eat, either KFC or McD. But then, thanks to our powerful Mr.Smartypants, we end up at an MRT construction place, a BARREN land, and DEAD ENDS! How fun. &gt;&lt;" So we had to walk and cross the roads several times for 1/2 an hour. Then FINALLY, we found KFC! Good thing about it...the drinks were americanized! a.k.a REFILLABLE! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Church and meet more new people. They're from all over. UK, US, China, and Phillippines. After church ... READ and MORE READING! That's all. And write this blog. (can you tell that I'm tired of typing this blog?!) I think it's the end now. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115546873444472161?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115546873444472161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115546873444472161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115546873444472161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115546873444472161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-in-1-events.html' title='3 in 1 Events'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115503676237796979</id><published>2006-08-08T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:32:42.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august 2006'/><title type='text'>What's the First Day of Campus Life Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday, August 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat was it like to enter university life for the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh my, to tell you the truth, I was very excited and a little bit nervous because the BLACKBOARD (it's the campus' site) intimidated me with the assignments and their module courses' expectations for this semester. Phew, I saw lots of "essay writing" at least 2500-3000 words for the Psychology 1 module. Kinda creeps me out you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut when I enter the class, the professor, Mrs.Isabella Wong, she was the energetic and spontaneous type of tutor. I was surprised to get such professor! And amazingly, she's the coordinator of the Psychology 1 module. I said to myself, YAY! We got the best professor ever! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; played Bingo game, whereas we have to go around the room and look for the students who were under the categories. Two of the categories were "is married" and "have children". I was like, WHO THE HECK WILL IT BE EXCEPT THE PROFESSOR HERSELF? ... And we can't have one person's name in two categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But guess what, one Indian woman is actually a MOTHER! I was surprised! Finally! I can get a family woman friend. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he class was interesting, but of course many contradiction with the Truth. But overall, with the teachers' enthusiasm, I will sure gain more understanding about the psychological knowledge, also the ways the professor taught us (her behavior and how she handled situations in the classroom). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; Psychology 1, I had a History 101 class at about 3.30 PM. Now this is what I call interesting! My professor, Dr.Kevin Blackburn, taught the class about the history of cinemas. Interesting isn't it? I learnt that cinemas were created because people back in those days tend to look for entertainment and that caused them to watch stories that were actually fantasy, and it's not reality. Which is why cinemas were called "The Great Escapism". And there's also one factor why the cinemas are so important. During the war period, the government tried to raise fund to make the weapons and equip the war materials, including recruiting the soldiers. One of the best way to raise fund was through cinemas. The profit from the cinemas were then for the military purposes. Ain't it new?  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y 3 friends (plus the MOTHER friend) and I went to talk with the professor about chatty things and he gotta know our names better. haha.. So...yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*Leave with grace, come home with honors*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Favor's upon this woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115503676237796979?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115503676237796979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115503676237796979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115503676237796979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115503676237796979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-first-day-of-campus-life-like.html' title='What&apos;s the First Day of Campus Life Like?'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115470832332396122</id><published>2006-08-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:18:57.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august 2006'/><title type='text'>I Comment Things Such As ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We had an NTU Freshmen Welcoming Day in Nanyang Auditorium today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was great. The first time we went to take our seats, guess what we saw on our seats, AN NTU GOODIE BAG!!!! It's a sling bag and inside there was a calendar, an NTU survival book, and of course...a TORCH! I was like... WHAT TO DO WITH THE TORCH??? (you'll find out later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So the event started at 3.30 PM with the deans' speeches. Very motivating and funny. And then we were to use the coat that they placed on our seats earlier and we did a pledge. It's very formal and the pledge really states that WE NTU STUDENTS WILL ALWAYS KEEP THE STANDARD / VALUE OF THE SCHOOL ... well, it goes something like that. Uhm, not EXACTLY like that, just...something really upvalued, u see. I myself feel really touched because I really experienced the heart-felt moment right there. I mean, pledging for the school, it seriously tells me that I have to REALLY-really work hard and really keep my life's standard high as well. I mean, this school's not playing with me, so I should also do my best and be excellent in what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then we have the Lighting thing where we gotta use our torch and the lights' off. It's a really beautiful sight. I got to point the torchlight to the camera, and it really WORKS! I can even see myself on the bigscreen doin that! hohohoho... (ehem..ehem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then there was a modern jazz dance by NTU dancing club. It's alright I guess. Just that they are to wiggly! &gt;&lt;" ... The guys' dance was quite alright too. I only like the way they kick their legs simultaneously. The ending is quite tight too, when the song went like a gun banging, a guy fell after the other. So it's kinda tight on that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The choir was also great. I like the first song. It sounds like Lord of the Rings' soundtrack. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But when I met one of the choir members outside after the event, I was so totally not impressed. Coz he's like the rude type and a bit....sissy *coughs* ... He commented on things that he thinks is funny, but it's actually NOT! He's an Indonesian alright! A fat one! &gt;&lt;" Likes to mock us (btw, we just met and he was like that! so pathetic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So then ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We meet some fellow Indonesians. FINALLY! They're not in NIE though, they're in NTU. And that's all for today. Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115470832332396122?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115470832332396122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115470832332396122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115470832332396122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115470832332396122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-comment-things-such-as.html' title='I Comment Things Such As ...'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115460954325147762</id><published>2006-08-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:38:14.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august 2006'/><title type='text'>My Side of Casaya 1 -uncovered-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/1600/Manual%20C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4057/3502/320/Manual%20C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Casaya 1&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From flag to the left: Melvin, Adelene, Amandia, Rafie, Angel, Abby, Bo Hui, Siew Woon, Aani, Li Wei, Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;What do we do on NIE Ba/Bsc Freshmen 2006 orientation camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Oo.. We've experienced so much fun! Despite all the aches and phewness, so much memories throughout that 3days-2nights camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;So i shall comment things one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OGLs&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;(a.k.a. Orientation Group Leaders) 3 of them. All pure CREATIVE and WILD ladies. The first time I went in the meeting room on the first day, they said, "Look everyone, the TWINS!" ... SWT! so i told them that we're not twins. OF COURSE not! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Our OGLs are the best ghosts every alive! The crimson night ain't creepy if it ain't for their make-ups and white and black robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, and I have to tell this incident. While we're in Sentosa, playing the NIE d'race, we're in this pavilion where you gotta roll a die and pick a picture or alphabet cards and then write the words that were related to that picture. After the game, we're suppose to entertain the OPMC / Station Masters. They asked us to draw an animal that represents the OG. So my team (Casaya 1) picked me to draw. And I misunderstood the words, I thought it was "OGL", so I drew a puma to represent one of my OGL, which was Dimas. Then I added braids on the puma, so it looked like Dimas, coz she was also on braids. And the OPMC / Station Masters asked me to summarize why I drew that. So I wrote: BECAUSE SHE HAS BRAIDS. Then they all laughed at me. The photographer was there too, so he took a picture of my drawing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rimson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Haha! At first we were so scared because in our group (Casaya 1) there's only 1 guy! And he wasn't there when we were called to go to the playhouse to play. And we had to enter 4 by 4. So I went in with Dia and the 2 Meldivians, Rafie and Aani. We're actually the first group to enter the "haunted room". We were given the torch by the "gate-keepers" and when we entered the room, there were ghosts everywhere. And one of the ghost showed us the door. When we opened the door, "fabio" closed it again and he said, "Not yet, not yet!" with a laugh. Oops! Technical difficulties! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Throughout the crimson night, I always muttered "FREAK!", and my two Meldivian friends would scream! And throughout the whole journey, we girls held each others' hands and not let them go til we're outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;In one of the rooms, we were asked to give something to trade in for batteries for the torch. After we traded a doll for the batteries, we don't know what else to look for. So we roam about the room and saw a bag, slippers, and an umbrella. So I told Dia that that's probably the next clue, but Dia said NOoo! It was one of the OGL's slippers and bag! &gt;&lt;" So then we laughed and the "doll" ghost chased us away by screaming, "GOOO OUT!!" and she chased us to the door. Creepy! &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;alent night presentation ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The OGLs left us to create our own presentation. First, it was the cheering. We had to put "pirates, OPMC, Sentosa, and d'race". So we came up with this cheer using the My Bonnie melody:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;" We went to Sentosa today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Take part on NIE's d'race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The pirates stopped us on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It may be torturing at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;OPMC, we love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;We love you, we love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;And thank you for your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;We enjoy our day in Sentosa today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;May Casaya be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;In the line "We enjoy our day in Sentosa today" Melvin did the merlion pose! =P While we girls did the tanning pose. And "May Casaya be with you", we did the Star Wars' may-the-force-be-with-you pose. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32104559-115460954325147762?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115460954325147762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115460954325147762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115460954325147762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115460954325147762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-side-of-casaya-1-uncovered.html' title='My Side of Casaya 1 -uncovered-'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32104559.post-115458219323618384</id><published>2006-08-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:17:54.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august 2006'/><title type='text'>-untitled-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;elcome fellow bloggers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not suppose to be this formal, but because i'm taking history as my AS, everything in here should be centered around historian vocabs, historian writings, and historian scripts. Garrh.. whatever! (oops! it ain't a history word! &gt;&lt;")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyways,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno how to keep in touch with bloggers and usually, when i write diaries, I was so determined to finish my books, but it never came to past. Soooo, hehee.. I know, I'm not a diary-writer, but don't worry, in blogging, I think it'll be much easier not to complete it (since there's no page limit on it and people are reading it - which i think is kinda cool and interesting).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aytz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So whassup with me blabbering about why i wanna use this blog thing? Well, find out more as u tune in to angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com don't go away! ;)&lt;/strong&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/32104559-115458219323618384?l=angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/115458219323618384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32104559&amp;postID=115458219323618384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115458219323618384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32104559/posts/default/115458219323618384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonblogspotdotcom.blogspot.com/2006/08/untitled.html' title='-untitled-'/><author><name>| angelene |</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_17OV-ORy3vA/SJUmar_dDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/15uvAqkNTpo/S220/Photo2008811319848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
