<?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-13425845</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:36:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I praise the God who gives, and takes away.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114312155527840446</id><published>2006-03-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:45:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/File0064.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/File0064.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114312155527840446?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312155527840446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114312155527840446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312155527840446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312155527840446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114312145757801617</id><published>2006-03-23T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:44:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/file.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/file.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM 5!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114312145757801617?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312145757801617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114312145757801617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312145757801617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312145757801617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114312134489731568</id><published>2006-03-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:42:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/WENN.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/WENN.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl makes me jump up and down and scream in excitement :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114312134489731568?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312134489731568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114312134489731568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312134489731568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114312134489731568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-girl-makes-me-jump-up-and-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114270173796720941</id><published>2006-03-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:08:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/jijij.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/jijij.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A childhood treat (: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114270173796720941?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114270173796720941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114270173796720941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114270173796720941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114270173796720941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/childhood-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114269774856208624</id><published>2006-03-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:04:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case</title><content type='html'>By the way, I've shifted to &lt;a href="http://thegreencar.livejournal.com"&gt;http://thegreencar.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; for posts. I've decided that Blogspot will be meant for posting pictures only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao y'all! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114269774856208624?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114269774856208624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114269774856208624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114269774856208624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114269774856208624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114258047828557492</id><published>2006-03-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:27:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/Version20.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/Version20.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By accident&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114258047828557492?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114258047828557492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114258047828557492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114258047828557492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114258047828557492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/by-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114258038539509967</id><published>2006-03-17T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:26:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/640/Version18.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/56/6273/320/Version18.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percussion&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114258038539509967?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114258038539509967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114258038539509967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114258038539509967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114258038539509967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/percussion.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114155682841766416</id><published>2006-03-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:07:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version14.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version14.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version15.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version15.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version11.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version16.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version16.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114155682841766416?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114155682841766416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114155682841766416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114155682841766416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114155682841766416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-treasures_05.html' title='More treasures'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114144522210695343</id><published>2006-03-04T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:07:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures for a seven-year-old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Version1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Version1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114144522210695343?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114144522210695343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114144522210695343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114144522210695343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114144522210695343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/treasures-for-seven-year-old.html' title='Treasures for a seven-year-old'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114061672535824460</id><published>2006-02-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:06:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thegreencar.livejournal.com"&gt;http://thegreencar.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114061672535824460?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114061672535824460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114061672535824460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114061672535824460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114061672535824460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpthegreencar.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114026728764653623</id><published>2006-02-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:54:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My definition of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is in all these imperfections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;that I find a love so simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and yet so abundant and brimming with depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A quiet peace amidst my restlessness and fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All these to call my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114026728764653623?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114026728764653623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114026728764653623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114026728764653623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114026728764653623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-definition-of-love.html' title='My definition of love'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114025375224835269</id><published>2006-02-18T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:09:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The valley song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/CIMG5736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/CIMG5736.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing of Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Leads me through valleys of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;to rivers of joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114025375224835269?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-114008828198000478</id><published>2006-02-16T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:11:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's something inexpressible, I don't know what to say anymore, sometimes. It could simply be me, but you know what, it's probably not. Maybe it's just you being yourself, and I can't seem to get it. But then again, we are supposed to accept each other's faults, no? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-114008828198000478?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114008828198000478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=114008828198000478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114008828198000478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/114008828198000478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113931632665624306</id><published>2006-02-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:45:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Psalm 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"The Lord is my shepherd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I shall not want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He makes me to lie down in green pastures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He leads me beside the still waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He restores my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He leads me in the paths of righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For His name's sake." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Memorising this passage is such a joy, especially when I feel tired and drained after a long day at school. Indeed the Lord has provided much strength and restoration in my times of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113931632665624306?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113931632665624306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113931632665624306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113931632665624306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113931632665624306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113872005494177521</id><published>2006-01-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:07:35.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2T01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Collage%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Collage%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113872005494177521?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113872005494177521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113872005494177521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113872005494177521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113872005494177521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/2t01.html' title='2T01'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113870442389284330</id><published>2006-01-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:47:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/2t01%202006%20Dinner%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/2t01%202006%20Dinner%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Chinese New Year being such a tiresome event, I thought this year I approached it with a different attitude- not one with indifference. Instead, I saw my family this year as God's blessings, and of course all the ang pows! I think it is a privilege to be able to celebrate CNY, especially when some people out there cannot do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113870442389284330?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113870442389284330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113870442389284330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113870442389284330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113870442389284330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113820177808534988</id><published>2006-01-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:09:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ameliaquiz.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ameliaquiz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom compells me to discover more about myself, so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113820177808534988?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113820177808534988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113820177808534988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113820177808534988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113820177808534988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113810745915824743</id><published>2006-01-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:58:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By accident?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/2006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/2006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1012552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1012552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1012537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1012537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1012538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1012538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;We paint our sins on the ceiling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep them glued to my chest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It keeps me close like a promise kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113810745915824743?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113810745915824743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113810745915824743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113810745915824743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113810745915824743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-accident.html' title='By accident?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113741868082975081</id><published>2006-01-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:38:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If only someone were to take the initiative to just speak their mind and thrash things out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admitting would be good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A change in perspective would be better,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny, how far human pride reaches. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113741868082975081?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113741868082975081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113741868082975081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113741868082975081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113741868082975081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/complications.html' title='Complications'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113731906788431211</id><published>2006-01-15T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:57:47.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNGS FUNFAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SNGS FUNFAIR 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIESTA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DATE: SATURDAY, 11TH MARCH &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(THE SATURDAY BEFORE THE MARCH HOLIDAYS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME: 9AM-5PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's abit early to be selling tickets, but umm the crazy school has already started selling them since the start of the holidays last year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anddddddd, yes I promise it'll be fun, just like all St Nick's events (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113731906788431211?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113731906788431211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113731906788431211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113731906788431211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113731906788431211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/sngs-funfair.html' title='SNGS FUNFAIR'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113687023733002952</id><published>2006-01-10T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:18:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything To Me</title><content type='html'>We're living in uncertain times&lt;br /&gt;And more and more I find that I'm &lt;br /&gt;Aware of just how fragile life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell the world I found &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love that turned my life around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to know that they can taste and see.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday I'm praying&lt;br /&gt;Just to give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;I want to live for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So that someone else might see that He is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113687023733002952?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113687023733002952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113687023733002952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113687023733002952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113687023733002952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/everything-to-me.html' title='Everything To Me'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113618914187230751</id><published>2006-01-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:05:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Untitled-4%20copy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Untitled-4%20copy.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/Untitled-3%20copy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/Untitled-3%20copy.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113618914187230751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-leaves-pictures-hanging-on-wall.html' title='She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113610106199888428</id><published>2006-01-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:37:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cross of Jesus</title><content type='html'>Okay since it's the new year and all, here's wishing everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR and I really hope 2006 will be a better year for everyone, friends or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dearest Daddy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would like to share some lessons I learnt this year. I have gone through quite abit, more low times than there were up times, unfortunately. I made it a point to journal pretty consistently this year, and as I look back at the end of it I realised I have changed, perspective and all. Next year is an important year I know, and I'm not going to simply focus on my studies alone and leave God in the backseat, as I am guilty of sometimes. I want to be just as committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I really thank the Lord for bringing me through the year, and helping me survive it. He gave me good friends who never failed to encourage me, teachers and pastors to bring His messages across to me, and a family to love me. The Lord has indeed provided His answers, atonement and goodness in so many real ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You crown the year with Your goodness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Your paths drip with abundance." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 65:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought SP Chris's short message during Sunday School today was really nice, the Seven Steps of becoming an effective student of God's word. I am definitely including it in my new year resolutions, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;How can I be free from sin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lead me to the cross of Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;from the guilt, the power, the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lead me to the cross of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There's no other way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;no price that I could pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Simply to the cross I cling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is all I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this is all I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;that His blood was shed for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;How can I know peace within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lead me to the cross of Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sing a song of joy again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lead me to the cross of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113610106199888428?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113610106199888428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113610106199888428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113610106199888428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113610106199888428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/cross-of-jesus.html' title='The cross of Jesus'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113595027801944923</id><published>2005-12-30T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:44:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lifehouse- Hanging By A Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113595027801944923?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113595027801944923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113595027801944923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113595027801944923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113595027801944923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/moment_30.html' title='A Moment'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113591350465143123</id><published>2005-12-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:31:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cherry Kiss Lip Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/cherry-kiss.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a total girly girl who's every guy is sweet on.You take pleasure in the simple things in life, from cute t-shirts to stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;Any guy needs to match your romantic idealism to win your heart, which is why few have.No wonder Cherry your signature flavor. It's delicious, sugary, and fun - like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&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/13425845-113591350465143123?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113591350465143123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113591350465143123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113591350465143123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113591350465143123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-cherry-kiss-lip-glossyoure.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113587671343144741</id><published>2005-12-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:18:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, it was just the buildup of so many little things that made me so worked up, frustrated and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good in a bad way, hahah get what I mean? Thanks Marianne and Kevin for being so concerned when I was down and wasn't looking so glam hahaha (: You two really helped alot, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Manda: I know exactly how you feel and all that, being picked on and accused of not doing your part. All I know is that he does not hate you, he might be upset, he might lose his his temper. But he doesn't hate you alright? You have to continue to try your best, they might not see it now, but they will in the end. Cheer up, and don't quit on band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113587671343144741?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113587671343144741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113587671343144741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113587671343144741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113587671343144741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sorry-it-was-just-buildup-of-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113578877655480156</id><published>2005-12-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:52:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so used before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible to want to play something so much, and getting rejected in the end because I went for a holiday that I wasn't keen on going. (An earlier notice would be very much appreciated, especially since I purposely brought the score along on my holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible to wait for about 2 hours doing just nothing, and end up being terribly late for the class chalet that I wanted to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having to leave about less than half an hour for home once I reached the chalet because I had to get my friends home. (You know what, a little care and concern could go a long way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible paying so much for the bungalow, and having people just pushing you aside like the cost is nothing (Well maybe to them, it is nothing. And hello, since when do you come for a bungalow chalet unprepared and expect food and the place to be free?) and saying "I'll pay you another day" (I really wonder when that day will be actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible to have no pocket money from my parents because I have to pay first for people who "have no money" and I begged them to help me pay for the bungalow. (Yup thanks to all you considerate people out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I just wasted your time ranting away like that. My whole day has been just bleah, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113578877655480156?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113578877655480156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113578877655480156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113578877655480156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113578877655480156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-never-felt-so-used-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113552670189127799</id><published>2005-12-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:05:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The world's wealth and riches &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can be bought and sold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I possess a treasure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;far greater than gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T'was the gift passed down to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from heaven above,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t'was the gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my Father's love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And my Father's love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;is strong and true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Always believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;always seeing me through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So no matter what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in His grand design,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;with my Father's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Safe and secure now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in His love alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I find here my place of worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As one of His own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I don't need everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this world wants to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;with my Father's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have my Father's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113552670189127799?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113552670189127799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113552670189127799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113552670189127799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113552670189127799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/worlds-wealth-and-riches-can-be-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113551490932999951</id><published>2005-12-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:48:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>I adore Singapore, really. No matter what people say, and with some minor exceptions, I do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Blessed Christmas to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is special because I've found God to be real and I'm so glad that He has given His Son to die for us, this is truly My Father's Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this world wants to give, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I live,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my Father's love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113551490932999951?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113551490932999951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113551490932999951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113551490932999951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113551490932999951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113416201500499634</id><published>2005-12-10T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T05:00:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how everything on this computer is in German except the words that I am typing. English seems foreign here. Anyway HELLO I'm back but not for long hahah, I'll be going to a ski resort tomorrow and Salsberg in Austria a few days later. I just arrived here in Germany this morning, and I miss Singapore already. Wasn't too happy about missing the special programme in Bethany on Thursday night, but I guess I'm really glad that I attended this Youth Conference (:&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know why, hahah I can tell you why personally. I've learnt so many lessons, and you know what, I'm just gonna go back to the basics as for now. Walking right with the Lord, and being a Christian wherever I am, and whatever it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113416201500499634?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113416201500499634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113416201500499634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113416201500499634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113416201500499634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/funny-how-everything-on-this-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113363196137489977</id><published>2005-12-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:46:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye everyone, if anyone has been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Conference starts tomorrow after church, really excited to be in camp once again and I really hope that I will be able to meet with the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving on thursday night straight from church to Germany, and I might be able to blog from there though, using my cousin's comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MANDA (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love you, even though I couldn't be there for your birthday dinner last night. Hope you had a great time with the rest, and &lt;strong&gt;Baba&lt;/strong&gt; of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Alright better get going now, byeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113363196137489977?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113363196137489977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113363196137489977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113363196137489977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113363196137489977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-everyone-if-anyone-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113323724507692181</id><published>2005-11-29T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:07:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/collage23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/LB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/LB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/collage25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/collage25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're the only one I would take a shot on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keep me hanging on so contagiously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113323724507692181?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113323724507692181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113323724507692181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113323724507692181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113323724507692181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-only-one-i-would-take-shot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113314375573836246</id><published>2005-11-28T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:14:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Sunday School Class</title><content type='html'>Did I ever mention this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASS (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They helped me talk everything out, listened to my difficulties, and always tried to help find a way out. What's more, in a Biblical perspective! BIG BIG Thank you to Teacher Chen Kee for dinner at Carls Junior (I couldn't finish the burger it was HUMUNGOUS) &amp; dessert at Max Brenners (: I'm able to lay out my viewpoints about things like clubbing, drinking and I know what's right and wrong. There isn't any wrong about those things, it's just that I rather not put myself in a position of such risk, and where there are many negative implications that are associated with such activities. I prefer to be a better testimony as a Christian (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And as for the other part, I guess concern and fear is what grips them, and makes them react they way they always do. And I will have to live with that anyhow. I will try to be a nicer person, and see things from their perspective, even if they don't see where I'm coming from most of the time. And I like what Wenn said, she loves her mom too much to see her get angry. That's so, sweet hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laughing, talking, joking, remembering all the childhood/early teens years we spent as a batch in Bethany really made me bittersweet. It's funny how we're all so different, and we don't get to spend much time with each other during the week, but we know each other, and we know that we'll always be friends because our common ground is the Lord. And that's why, I love my Sunday School Class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113314375573836246?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113314375573836246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113314375573836246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113314375573836246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113314375573836246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-my-sunday-school-class.html' title='I love my Sunday School Class'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113301644013869907</id><published>2005-11-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:47:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to just say, ahh well this is just part of growing up and all, because I think, it really isn't. I just don't know what to think, do or respond anymore. Tired's the word. I'm too tired to bother, or prove myself of any worth, or think of the next step I should take from here. Yesterday I found out that when I was feeling so miserable and angry the only person I could cry out to was the Lord. I didn't want to think whether I was in the right or wrong, I just trusted Him. And it's amazing, how I felt this sense of peace and quiet after I prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, dinner with Pastor Mitch and the girls was good, especially the dessert at Icebox :D He was talking to us about many things, and I realised that when I die, I want the most important thing that matters to me to be the Lord. Something that Deb said struck me- everything we do now should involve God, after all, our faith is what ultimately matters, and that's all we actually have on this earth. No matter how much attached I am to the things of this world, they pale in comparison to the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love CORNELIUS, really. Either he's mighty rich, or he's really just nice. I think it's both, hahah. Marche was a good time with the section mates (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113301644013869907?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113301644013869907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113301644013869907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113301644013869907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113301644013869907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-really-hard-to-just-say-ahh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113263330894844689</id><published>2005-11-22T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:25:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/X-/X-R/x-RejectedSoul.x/1132464659_tures26712.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c0a958)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a sarcastic smile Not many things are&lt;br&gt;Hidden Behind Your Smile because you never show&lt;br&gt;true emotion you are a sarcastic person so&lt;br&gt;nobody really knows if your acutally being&lt;br&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/x-RejectedSoul.x/quizzes/What's%20Hidden%20Behind%20Your%20Smile%3F/"&gt; What's Hidden Behind Your Smile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DI/DIL/dillchips08/1132285965_smile2.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c9a8e8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Laughing/Humorous Smile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People love to be&lt;br&gt;around you because you're a lot of fun. YOUR&lt;br&gt;smile makes OTHER people smile. You're most&lt;br&gt;likely one of the funniest and fun to be around&lt;br&gt;people around. When you're having a good time,&lt;br&gt;your amazing smile shows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dillchips08/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20smile%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; What kind of smile do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how these two quizzes actually contradict one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BL/BLA/BlackCats-N-VooDooDolls/1131234057_ultsWitch7.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c15ae0)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;White Faery Witch. you are the white faery witch.&lt;br&gt;serene,tranquil, and very caring. you worship&lt;br&gt;the angels and the Eostre Moon. you are a white&lt;br&gt;witch. your song is "your star" by&lt;br&gt;The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BlackCats-N-VooDooDolls/quizzes/What%20witch%20are%20you%3F%20(gorgeous%20pics%20-%207%20different%20results)/"&gt; What witch are you? (gorgeous pics - 7 different results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/HA/HAN/HanButt7/1132540014_eshermione.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Hermione. You are smart and loyal. You fight with brains and brawn. You are beautiful, but you do not flaunt it. You are well rounded and will go many places and be very impor"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hermione - You are very smart. You are obviously&lt;br&gt;gifted and everyone around you knows it. But&lt;br&gt;you have a lot more to you than your smarts.&lt;br&gt;You are beautiful; however you don't flaunt it.&lt;br&gt;You will bring good things to those who love&lt;br&gt;you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/HanButt7/quizzes/Which%20Harry%20Potter%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which Harry Potter Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113263330894844689?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113263330894844689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113263330894844689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113263330894844689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113263330894844689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-have-sarcastic-smile-not-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113263174924327594</id><published>2005-11-22T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:57:32.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.quizmeme.com/candy/results/babybottlepop.gif" WIDTH="320" HEIGHT="120" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;/FONT FACE&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113263174924327594?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113263174924327594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113263174924327594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113263174924327594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113263174924327594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/discover-what-candy-you-are-quiz-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113196704036220666</id><published>2005-11-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:17:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T Chen Kee has been speaking to us about The Second Coming of the Lord Jesus from the book of Daniel these past few weeks during Sunday School classes, and it just struck me how real the lessons are to me. I mean, I know all the unfolding of events and things that are supposed to happen, but somehow I just realised how much I'll lose, maybe at that point of time I will not realise it because I'll be with the Lord eventually, but I'm talking now, here and now. Non-Christian friends and relatives, and so many others. There isn't any point saying things here, but I guess all I can do is to pray for people, pray that the Lord will one day change them. I hope they will come to know the God that I have come to love so much, and have learnt to trust and depend. I thank God for my salvation, and I never want to take it for granted again. Without it I would never be who I am today, not that I'm much, but I've come to realise things that I would never have. I am hardly perfect, but I know that I just have to keep trying, keep going at it, keep learning, keep praying, and I'll be that victorious Christian that God meant me to be. I thank God for Bethany, giving me such a sound church which has been my pillar of support in so many ways. I know that I can always depend on Bethany, simply because her doctrine is sound and Biblical, her people are caring and truly God-fearing. I thank the Lord for bringing me to where I am, for allowing me to get into SN, where I had the BESTEST MOST WONDERFUL years of my life, and now a Junior College of course. I don't have a definite plan of my years ahead, I want to do well of course, get into university hopefully. I'll let the Lord lead me, because I know He has a great plan for me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113196704036220666?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113196704036220666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113196704036220666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113196704036220666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113196704036220666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/t-chen-kee-has-been-speaking-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113149963698236531</id><published>2005-11-09T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:29:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Understated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-understated.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113149963698236531?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113149963698236531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113149963698236531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149963698236531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149963698236531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-see-you-as-understatedyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113149844185522582</id><published>2005-11-09T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:07:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aloysius, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiff, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheryln!&lt;/span&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/13425845-113149844185522582?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113149844185522582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113149844185522582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149844185522582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149844185522582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-and-happy-birthday-to-aloysius-tiff.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113149774405827956</id><published>2005-11-09T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:55:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10105842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10105842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Life, Love, Time to fly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113149774405827956?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113149774405827956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113149774405827956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149774405827956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113149774405827956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-love-time-to-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113137758688909445</id><published>2005-11-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:33:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from Manda's, thought it's pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick 10 people (or more) from your friends list, say something anonymous to them. Don't say who it is, and don't reveal them unless they guess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish many things hadn't happened between us, and maybe things could have worked out better. I'm not that person you think you know, and maybe, I really don't deserve your committment and love. I don't think I should make you wait anymore, give me up. Just maybe, the future is yet to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love being around you, being so at ease and able to tell you stuff and trust you at the same time, doing retarded things and yet knowing that I don't have to be someone I'm not around you. I love you for accepting who I am, and always understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm overwhelmed, amazed and scared at the way things have been moving, but somehow I know that in my heart, I trust you, in a freaky sort of manner, I know that you won't hurt me. When I'm with you, I feel happy and contented just being where I am. And, I'm learning, just give me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll miss all your crazy antics and gestures you so intelligently come up with all the time, never failing to make me cheer up and laugh. Thanks for being a special friend, one which I know I can count on and always being there to hear me out and give me advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm glad that we have been able to put aside our differences and learn to work on our friendship after some time. I respect your decision in making sacrifices to serve wholeheartedly in the church ministry, and I see so much maturity in that. You have been a good friend, always there for me when I break down in school, to listen to me, that's how I know you truly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have been a great source of encouragement to my heart, and you're special simply because we share a common faith in our Lord, and that's how I know I can trust you and seek help from you because we have a common goal in life- to put God first in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your daily messages and words of encouragement have never failed to lift my spirits even when I'm in the worst of my moods, and seeing a message received from you always brings a smile to my face because I know that you remember, you care, and you're always there. I thank the Lord for a Christian friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Although we haven't met up for ages, somehow I've kept you close to my heart all the time. And I hope you know that though I don't see you often, I still care and I remember all the times we've had since primary school, and I'll always treasure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We aren't as close as we used to be anymore, but just thought that you're special to me and I'll always remember you as the girl I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Memories hold fast, and I'll never forget what we used to have- the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113137758688909445?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137758688909445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113137758688909445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113137758688909445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113137758688909445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-this-from-mandas-thought-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113111795218791236</id><published>2005-11-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:25:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Presentation will be over by Monday, I can't wait. As well as to go to Manda's house for sleepover (: And yes I can't believe what I'm saying, but start revising and planning for next year's work, no more last minute cramming for me next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by church with my parents for the YAG Retreat they were having, and during Pastor's message (although I must admit, I was really confused blur pok me as usual), I remembered him saying that so much love from the Lord has been poured into our lives, and yet we do not know how to respond and understand. How true, I haven't really learnt how to appreciate the Lord's love for me in so many aspects of my life, although I know He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been Amazing, Scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incredible, Astounding,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprising, Special,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words won't just be enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113111795218791236?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113111795218791236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113111795218791236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113111795218791236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113111795218791236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/oral-presentation-will-be-over-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113032623480806481</id><published>2005-10-26T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:30:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, I'll never be enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The love we make is to give and take, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but could there be a point where you have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone too far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, I never will be enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113032623480806481?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113032623480806481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113032623480806481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113032623480806481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113032623480806481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-ill-never-be-enough.html' title='Maybe, I&apos;ll never be enough'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-113024596357313842</id><published>2005-10-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:12:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Magduct refers to the radical new system of trains proposed by our group as a replacement for the previous systems of trains, based on a fusion of physics principles and phenomena of magnetism and induction BLAHBLAH. I wonder why I even bother to continue sometimes, rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to forget,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to give, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you will only let me say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just save the last dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me while I sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-113024596357313842?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113024596357313842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=113024596357313842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113024596357313842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/113024596357313842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/magduct-refers-to-radical-new-system.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112981729156033814</id><published>2005-10-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:08:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you can't tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the border between lie and truth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or even the seemingly certified one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know what simpleties may bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh and love free and sing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me weak, call me whatever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it will take a miracle to learn to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112981729156033814?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112981729156033814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112981729156033814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112981729156033814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112981729156033814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-you-cant-tell-border-between-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112964217313247017</id><published>2005-10-18T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:33:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay DDE, C5 for Chinese &amp; B4 for GP, at least promotion is in store. But I'm really worried for some other people, especially those close to me, and my classmates as well. It seems like my class is going to disband next year, more than half the class failed :\ I pray that all will have a chance to take supp papers (yes LB I know how it's spelt now) and will pass them and promote too, I don't want anyone to leave CJ or retain. &amp;amp; yes I'll be most glad to study with anyone who wants me to study with them for supp papers, it's the least I could do to help cause I can't tutor anyone hahah, you might fail again. Corn says we hafta get at least a B for all subjects by midyear next year in J2, or not we can forget about passing A's, he scares me, that senior of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to those preparing for their O's and A's, I'm keeping y'all in much prayer (: May the Lord keep you guys strong during in this trying period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112964217313247017?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112964217313247017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112964217313247017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112964217313247017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112964217313247017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-dde-c5-for-chinese-yes-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112954934250338852</id><published>2005-10-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:42:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You don't have to move, you don't have to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lips for biting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eyes for striking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;brush so lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;squeeze so tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll be fine, you'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This moment seems so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't waste now, precious time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We'll dance inside the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of so-called trauma, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday I learnt something interesting from Sunday School, about having an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EXCELLENT SPIRIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in everything that I do, whether it is spiritual or secular matters. It's about having an excellent spirit in every part of my life, in my daily life, not just being under pressure and stuff. The Lord blesses us in and through the way we are, which is the reflection of the reality of our faith. And having an excellent spirit, just like the way Daniel did, does not mean being holy and perfect and all, it just means that I approach things with no fault and blamelessly, and God will bless eventually! I may not have done well for my promos, but that doesn't mean it marks my life's doom or anything, I just hafta carry on studying and cultivating a love for it I guess, hahah I hope. T Chen Kee mentioned that there should be the evidence of both physical qualities &amp; spiritual discipline in and through every aspect of my life, and this will result in an obvious manifestation to people around me who do not know God. I really like this lesson, it kinda challenged me to be a better witness for the Lord, because I haven't been working very hard at being one :\ I'm definitely not a perfectly wonderful faithful Christian, but having an excellent spirit will really help me to keep going at it, and reminding me at times when I really need the Spirit's prompting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When the dance is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112954934250338852?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112954934250338852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112954934250338852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112954934250338852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112954934250338852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dance-inside.html' title='Dance inside'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112876974797283001</id><published>2005-10-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T19:09:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10113031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10113031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahah Fatty's skin is perfectly elastic I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cake, hahah. Oh and the staff of &lt;em&gt;Fish &amp; Co &lt;/em&gt;sang me a birthday song and made me hold this sparkler and I was so embarrassed :&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10113021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10113021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ketsu APUNEHNEH FATTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10113012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10113012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahemm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the calls (Joos! sorry I couldn't recognise your voice all the way from Sydney!), the songs (hahah Tiff and Angie's, and the crazy high guys with Lb), smses, notes, testimonials, handshakes, hugs (: I lovee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112876974797283001?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112876974797283001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112876974797283001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876974797283001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876974797283001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooh-hahah-fattys-skin-is-perfectly.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112876802131069003</id><published>2005-10-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:40:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mandee's &lt;em&gt;Topshop &lt;/em&gt;bag which she decided to buy in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuwen's pretty bangle from &lt;em&gt;Topshop &lt;/em&gt;as well &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Disney t-shirts! hahaha :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stuff we bought at &lt;em&gt;Spotlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The jacket that I really really want at &lt;em&gt;Topshop &lt;/em&gt;&amp; it's $106! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to be as angelic as possible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuwenn hahah (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wenn's brown dress which she decided was too maternity-like and weird, Manda's skirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/13425845-112876802131069003?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112876802131069003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112876802131069003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876802131069003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876802131069003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/mandees-topshop-bag-which-she-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112876694859605899</id><published>2005-10-08T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:22:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice creammmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10112372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10112372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba, Mandee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112876694859605899?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112876694859605899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112876694859605899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876694859605899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112876694859605899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice-creammmm-baba-mandee.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112859816866727702</id><published>2005-10-06T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:29:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes finally, it's finishedddd (&amp; literally as well maybe I hope not, I pray not :\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent today with &lt;em&gt;Manda &amp; Baba&lt;/em&gt;, and yesterday &lt;em&gt;with Kevin, Liang Bao, Manda, Kathy (Ketsu) &amp; &lt;/em&gt;Wenseng (:&lt;br /&gt;Plus I met Yuwen for lunch at Raffles Place yesterday hahah, all prim and proper (okay lah not really) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go down to spotlight with Mandee to do some stuff hahah, shall not say it here cause it might sound abit unglam, and another thing- go back to Bugis! Pictures will be up later, I can't seem to find the stupid cable again, irritating. Manda bought this brown belty thingy, and I bought a green one, it's really nice! And we watched Corpse Bride today, not bad it's pretty interesting and relaxing. Oh and today Manda and I had a nice long care &amp; share talk while shopping ;) I like stuff like that, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I received horrible news from Corn that while he was happily banging away and hitting my sticks they BROKE! Okay he had better go and buy me a equally nice pair, or better. Maybe he was venting his anger about prelims, hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plans plans plans, I hate making plans, making decisions, thinking about the future. I don't like being forced into making choices, because I dread what happens after that, consequences or not. I hate reasoning things out, and in the end, still knowing that my reasoning does not change me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, i'll wait till you listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont say a word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to follow your instincts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just never worked for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're silent but strong,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're noticing nothing again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm lying on the table &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with everything you said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep that in mind the way that it felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we're talking forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you almost feel better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but, betters no excuse for tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see, it's never bad enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to just leave or give upbut, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its never good enough to feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm lying on the table &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with everything you said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will all catch up eventually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, it caught up and honestly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weight of my decisions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were impossible to hold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they were never yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were never yours&lt;br /&gt;Well I, know you know, everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you didn't mean it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you didn't mean it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112859816866727702?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112859816866727702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112859816866727702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112859816866727702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112859816866727702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-finally-its-finishedddd-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112833752125332099</id><published>2005-10-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:05:21.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho haven't been writing for pretty long aye, I just don't think it's healthy (HAHA what a choice of word) to come online and start whining about the horrible papers every single day when I've already tried my best and done my part, however negative the feelings I seem to gather almost everyday, especially for today's paper. Anyhow, I really need to thank Ahma for never failing to send me messages of encouragement EVERY single morning before my paper starts, always helps to remind me to bring God into the exam venue, hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers to go, wednesday beckons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112833752125332099?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112833752125332099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112833752125332099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112833752125332099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112833752125332099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hoho-havent-been-writing-for-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112713933849876850</id><published>2005-09-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:15:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd like to say that YPG on Saturday was a real blessing to me, it was a refreshing time where I got to spend time with Bethany's people and think about my attitude towards the promos. Don't know if she'll ever read this, but a biggggg thank you to Peiyong who shared Psalm 36 with us, and it really helped me quite abit. The Lord's lovingkindness is never failing (: And thanks to our group for listening to my whining about my frequent panic attacks and telling me to trust in the Lord and bring Him into my studies. Sunday's message was just as enlightening, it seemed as if He was speaking directly to me through Pastor! Ohh I reallly need discipline, something I lack especially in times of real need like this :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112713933849876850?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112713933849876850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112713933849876850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112713933849876850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112713933849876850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-thought-id-like-to-say-that-ypg.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112687332404284495</id><published>2005-09-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:22:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Happy Birthday JOOS! :D I hope you read this, bet you're having a wonderful time in Sydney celebrating your birthday today (: Thank the Lord for friends like you, specially remembered even though you're not in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112687332404284495?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112687332404284495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112687332404284495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112687332404284495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112687332404284495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-joos-d-i-hope-you-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112687170320763861</id><published>2005-09-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:55:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Find me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I want to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I need to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you are the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that's leading me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that keeps me walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you are the hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that keeps me trusting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you are the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you are my purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You calm the storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and you give me rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You hold me in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You won't let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You still my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and you take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you take me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;take me deeper now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cause you're all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and not be moved by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;any better than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extremely stressed. First paper's this friday, pray for me. I am in terrible need of the Lord's strength, to cope with all the revision load that's piling up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112687170320763861?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112687170320763861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112687170320763861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112687170320763861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112687170320763861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/find-me-here-and-speak-to-me-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112650100504821816</id><published>2005-09-12T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:56:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEE</title><content type='html'>My parents bought loads of chocolates, sweets, gummies, ALL SORTS OF THEM (I could eat til all my teeth just drop out seriously) but I can't eat anything now until I get well, ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay so I don't like being at home alone, but I think I'll get more work done (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather be a mystery.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112650100504821816?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112650100504821816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112650100504821816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112650100504821816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112650100504821816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112644743112563116</id><published>2005-09-11T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:03:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I just wonder how the Lord actually loves me and why He does so- I am truly not worthy of Him and all of His blessings He has poured so abundantly into my life all these years. Even though I am not always faithful and no matter how many times I've constantly drifted away from Him I still see His hand of blessing and guidance and love. I'm a horrible person I know, I try and fail so many times, but somehow I know He's watching out for me, whenever I stumble in my faith I sense His patience as He picks me up again and slowly teaches me lessons of faith and perserverance. I don't care what people will say, but I'm following the Lord whatever may come my way, and I'll never choose any other path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112644743112563116?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112644743112563116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112644743112563116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112644743112563116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112644743112563116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-sometimes-i-just-wonder-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112644512190601392</id><published>2005-09-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:25:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a way to end the holidays- ill :This holiday has been the least productive of all, I didn't manage to complete a whole lot of work and revision- either my planning skills suck OR I didn't make use of my time wisely, &amp; I think it's a combination of both actually. I wasted this week sadly, going to school would have been much better I think I would have covered more revision. &lt;em&gt;Gracious, what happened to the attitude you started off with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff &amp;amp; Adeline stayed over at my place on Friday night, and I just realised how much I miss Loyalty and how they brought back so many precious memories of St Nicks, the way they made me laugh so naturally and crazily by just being theirselves and doing silly things as always, simply talking about our lives and what we're going through, talking about Loyalty and our classmates :( &lt;em&gt;How I wish so much we didn't have to graduate..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112644512190601392?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112644512190601392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112644512190601392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112644512190601392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112644512190601392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-way-to-end-holidays-ill-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112633859557202558</id><published>2005-09-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:54:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File0030.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff's attempt at colouring &lt;em&gt;Peter Pan- &lt;/em&gt;which did turn out quite nicely in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mary's note for us in the morning hahah, she sounds psychotic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112633859557202558?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112633859557202558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112633859557202558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112633859557202558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112633859557202558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/tiffs-attempt-at-colouring-peter-pan.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112618916437269450</id><published>2005-09-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:19:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was hilarious, I miss talking to Tiff (: Conferenced with her &amp; Ketsu from 12+, &amp; halfway Liangbao came along too until 4am in the morning, and somehow we found so many things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Studied abit at Manda's place with them today, though not as productive as I wished it would be. Ohwelllllll :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112618916437269450?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112618916437269450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112618916437269450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112618916437269450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112618916437269450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-was-hilarious-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112610053176634401</id><published>2005-09-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:42:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hate this, this routine of going through the exam period over and over again each year, feeling so depressed and disappointed and stressed over everything, I hate it really. And sometimes I feel no matter how much I study I let myself down at the end of the day, I don't do well as I expected to. It's not like I don't try to involve the Lord in my studies, everytime I start my work I say a short prayer or read a verse, and I know He is watching over me and guiding me but somtimes I just feel so irritated for myself for being so stupidddd. My goodness it's not like I don't try my best, I just feel so frustrated that I can't absorb as fast as I would like to, and I don't understand stuff as fast as others do, and even if I do understand I forget very easily. I remember telling my mom this afew weeks back, and I started crying because I really felt so dumb. And she just said that since I'm not that intelligent I just hafta study more. If a smarter person studies the same topic twice, I need to study that same topic 10 times in order to get the facts in. No I'm not exaggerating, and why would I exaggerate the fact that I'm not as clever as I wish myself to be? I don't know if anyone can relate to me but sometimes I think only the Lord really knows how I feel inside. I know He will guide me and I trust him wholeheartedly but I can't help feeling miserable and sad when I find it so extremely hard to simply remember a few facts and figures and terms and graphs and points and diagrams and processes and pictures. Goodness it's so tiring, it's so trying, when I don't know what to do my only source of joy and hope seems to be reading the Bible and holding onto the promises that God gives to us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112610053176634401?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112610053176634401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112610053176634401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112610053176634401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112610053176634401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-this-this-routine-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112609465491041336</id><published>2005-09-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:04:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on what happened today- (haha Mandee let's see what we both come up with), in short our studying plans &lt;em&gt;failed, and quite horribly in fact&lt;/em&gt;. Terribly unproductive as well. All thanks to the great National Library :Yeah so anyway Ketsu, Wen Seng, Liangbao, Mandee, Minyu &amp; I went to watch The Maid at Cine in the morning, hahaha this is like my absolute FIRST SO CALLED GHOSTMOVIE OHKAY! Heh the guys thought it wasnt' scary, yes but I didn't watch much of the show actually, most of the time under my sweater :D But really, I thought the plot wasn't much of a plot in the first place and dramatic effects could be improved (haha Ian Tan Ketsu wants to take over the movie as Directorrr!).&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Pastamania, &amp;amp; YES took neoprints! (: Ooh super happy, cause I miss taking neoprints and they turned out realllly nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;Then our big plan to study- took a bus down to the National Library with the honourable intention to do well for our horrifying promos, and found out to our great horror that (listen to this, this is totally ridiculous really) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are not allowed to bring in ANY FORM OF studying material, including books &amp; notes, andddd only blank paper &amp; writing material are allowed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(!!!???!!!) So we were like ohhhhhhh uhmmmm uh huh so that means the library simply isn't the right place to study? (How ironic I feel) We were pretty pissedddd :\ And my stupid heels were hurting like crazymuchhh as well, all the travelling and walking and getting irritated didn't help!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way we bumped into Minyu &amp; her scandal ooooh! &amp;amp; Sherman with his (OOOH) scandal-no-more too :D hahaha interesting, and all at the library as well.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going back to bishan &amp; studying at Cartel (which wasn't super productive because there was limited time) :\ I say, this is terrible and I have to study super hard tomorrow to make up for the loss of time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee we are going to Mandee's house tomorrow to be good students (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112609465491041336?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112609465491041336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112609465491041336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112609465491041336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112609465491041336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-on-what-happened-today-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112581580497027615</id><published>2005-09-04T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T14:36:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The so called holidaaaays are here! &amp; my dear Yuwen will be happily flying off with Eunice &amp;amp; Lori to Perth tonight, while the rest of the contingent will be flying off tomorrow morning (&amp; that includes my parents as well)! Will be praying for journey mercies and a fruitful trip for all of you during the week. Wenn remember to buy FOOD, the &lt;em&gt;donuts, fudge, starbursts&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it's back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112581580497027615?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112581580497027615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112581580497027615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112581580497027615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112581580497027615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-called-holidaaaays-are-here-lori-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112555567158327987</id><published>2005-09-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:21:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I just want to sit back, relax and eat my Cookies&amp;amp;Cream icecream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112555567158327987?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112555567158327987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112555567158327987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112555567158327987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112555567158327987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-now-i-just-want-to-sit-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112548510952360739</id><published>2005-08-31T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:45:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jun, who reluctantly took this photo haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manda, (&amp; LB of course)  thanks for coming down to SN with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ching! :D I miss this girl so much, her hair has definitely changed for the better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BIG CHAR SIEW BAO! HARHAR :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trish, our once singalong to the radio girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jiang! (: I miss her crazy monkey business &amp;amp; lame jokes.&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/13425845-112548510952360739?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112548510952360739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112548510952360739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112548510952360739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112548510952360739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/jun-who-reluctantly-took-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112548432618871105</id><published>2005-08-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:32:06.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Louie looks like a small innocent young girl here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of the collage for Mr Ang's Teachers' Day present (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole collage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011142.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our beloved St Nicks hall (Ahh nostalgia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1011114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1011114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another part of the collage &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/13425845-112548432618871105?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112548432618871105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112548432618871105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112548432618871105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112548432618871105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/louie-looks-like-small-innocent-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112540531663581138</id><published>2005-08-30T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:35:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10111243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10111243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Corn's birthday: That's his sweet girlfriend, &amp;amp; Eugene the grandfather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112540531663581138?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112540531663581138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112540531663581138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112540531663581138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112540531663581138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/pictures-of-corns-birthday-thats-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112540414316649158</id><published>2005-08-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:15:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday Cornelius Ang! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you like the presents we got for you, don't you think we're extremely thoughtful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's taupok was a failed attempt, but nonetheless it was thoroughly hilarious and a MASSIVE one I have to say, guess what? Corny's pants tore, and it wasn't just a small tear it was HUGE I TELL YOU and we could see his thighs and underwearrr! It was so hilarious we were all just laughing on the floor, &amp; even the guys were laughing too hard to try to taupok him again, &amp;amp; he happily took the chance to run away. Eugene called Corn's girlfriend down and made her wear the CJ uniform and Mandee's shoes, and surprised him with her! I'm glad the even though we made him wait for like about 4 hours for his surprise it was really worth it and it made him happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going back tomorrow to St Nicks for a while with Louisa for Teachers' Day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112540414316649158?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112540414316649158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112540414316649158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112540414316649158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112540414316649158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-eighteenth-birthday-cornelius.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112531400527779629</id><published>2005-08-29T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:13:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a rather incoherent post, so please bear with me. Many thoughts running through my brain at the moment, just thought I'll share abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel said she'd rather be a girl who's different &amp; not girly, &amp;amp; I concluded that guys who like typical girls must be typical as well, true? Not sure about that, but that's what I'm thinking. &amp; what's typical? Is it relative? Pretty, sweet, bimbotic, girlishness, goodlooking, average, etc.? I'm amazed at the different types of relationships that I see in school, it's seriously appalling, the way some people are so superficial and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guess what, I packed Clar's table today when he wasn't around! Like, he should just bow down and worship me lor! I packed all his loose worksheets under his table into different subject folders, and stacked them neatly (: I'm the world best packer&amp;arranger (although my room condition kinda contradicts that). I love the feeling of accomplishment when I pack a mess and it becomes an organised pile, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay so what have I done for my revision for promos, which is in about 22 days (if you didn't realise)? UHM A BIG &lt;em&gt;NOTHINGGGGG!&lt;/em&gt; :\ I wrote out the whole syllabus last night, intending to draw up a study plan for the next few weeks, but clever me fell asleep, not completing anything. So I'll write it out later, and I better start studying soon!&lt;br /&gt;And as a Christian student, there are five things that I learnt some weeks/months ago at YPG when Pastor Mitch was preaching-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;View studies as a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHALLENGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONFIDENCE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONSCIOUSNESS; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;never lose sight of being a Christian! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMMITTMENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to my studies &amp; spiritual growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRIST-CENTERED! &lt;/em&gt;Involve the Lord in everything I do, cause He should be the centre of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, and most importantly, NO CRUMBLING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I will lift up my eyes to the hills..." &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Face all challenges, and &lt;em&gt;whack! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading this verse last night, and I think Psalm 118:6 is an encouraging thought to dwell on (: Even if absolutely no one understands me and cares about me, He cares! &amp; I don't hafta fear anything, for the Lord is with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"The Lord is on my side; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will not fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What can man do to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/13425845-112531400527779629?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112531400527779629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112531400527779629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112531400527779629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112531400527779629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-going-to-be-rather-incoherent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112522843687836570</id><published>2005-08-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:27:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10110652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10110652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10109951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10109951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10109921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10109921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10110311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10110311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10110021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10110021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10110281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10110281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;PERCUSSION ROOOOOCKS! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everything went well, it was fun, super big thank you to my classmates, and a surprise from longtimenosee Cheryl Sim and Steffiana! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112522843687836570?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112522843687836570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112522843687836570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112522843687836570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112522843687836570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/percussion-rooooocks-everything-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112497947501063125</id><published>2005-08-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:17:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/File00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/File00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;The guys' photos: recognise Andrew, Ben Chong, and Ben Quah? I really hafta admit that they were such adorable small boys, HAHA. (notice how Andrew hasn't changed much! See the nerd specs and all?)&lt;br /&gt;The girls' photos: me, Cheryln, Andrea, Deb and Eunice (: -grins. I miss those times in the old Bethany church, with our hahah &lt;em&gt;Secret Room&lt;/em&gt; with the spiral staircase and sofas, the basketball court and the old Fellowship Hall, the Vespers Room with the door leading to the backstage of the sanctuary, the old rooms on the 3rd and 4th floor where we had our JSS, Junior Choir days and Bible Study on Saturdays with Teacher Chiew Yen and Pastor (: and hahah I remember our Junior Choir days, when Deb didn't like doing the actions and we stood in the backrow rather unenthusiatically, when the boys like Sherman, the Bens and Andrew always played their paperball soccer, and the girls had our territories HAHA, when the Junior Choir put up our wonderful musicals like &lt;em&gt;CandyCane Lane etc,&lt;/em&gt; and Andrea was the STAR (haha and I meant it literally as well) etc etc. I can even remember all the BSS days with Teacher Soo Leng, Teacher Hwee Cheng and Teacher Swee Keng teaching us the cute actions with sunflower toys &lt;em&gt;Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam, Walk in the Light, He's Lord etc. &lt;/em&gt;Amazing yes, how I remember some stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Bethany has been a joy to grow up in, and I truly thank God for what she has done for me in my life, helping me grow and nurture my faith and love for the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112497947501063125?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112497947501063125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112497947501063125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112497947501063125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112497947501063125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/guys-photos-recognise-andrew-ben-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112497046747534764</id><published>2005-08-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:47:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tommorrow's the opening of the Performing Arts Centre in CJ :D and Band's performing as well! I hope percussion's Marching Season doesn't screw up, and I crash at the right times, and Corny doesn't stop playing his marimba, and Melvin does the ocean-sound thing nicely, and Imran does the snare smartly, andddddd Manda plays the nice shimmering sound with the chimes beautifully (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112497046747534764?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112497046747534764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112497046747534764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112497046747534764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112497046747534764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/tommorrows-opening-of-performing-arts.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112464176107466024</id><published>2005-08-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:29:21.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10109064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10109064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10108833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10108833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10108653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10108653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10108792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10108792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10108524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10108524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P10108563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P10108563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bethany's 32nd anniversary was wonderful, thank the Lord for blessing the occasion and making the concert go as planned and even better than what we rehearsed. Dinner was great as well, dessert was especially delicious! I'm so glad that I belong to Bethany, it's where I found my faith real, and truly, &lt;em&gt;people care for people (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mandee: Sorry I couldn't make it for band on Saturday, and you had to face Sir by yourself. I guess there's really nothing much we can do at this point of time, because he is quite prejudiced, and super against us now. I just hope he doesn't turn this into a big issue and make others in band think that we're not doing our best. We might be alittle playful at times, but that doesn't mean we don't know how to practise just as hard, even if we are lousier than others. Cheer up dear, anyway he'll be going away soon, we won't hafta face him, at least for next year! (: Love you girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/13425845-112464176107466024?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112464176107466024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112464176107466024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112464176107466024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112464176107466024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/bethanys-32nd-anniversary-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112445397571912557</id><published>2005-08-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:19:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I OWE MY BLOG'S RECOVERY TO MY DEAR JUSTINA TAN (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(haha even though to you it was simply nothing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;will get a new tagboard soon, wait for it kay! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112445397571912557?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112445397571912557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112445397571912557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112445397571912557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112445397571912557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-owe-my-blogs-recovery-to-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112437848581546241</id><published>2005-08-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:21:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to those who have to bear with my annoying behaviour when I don't feel like talking to people around me. I promise I'll try my best to not it affect anyone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be happy,  Amelia, cause that's the right thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BETHANY'S ANNIVERSARY DINNER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Super Big Grin ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bethany always makes me happy, through all the care and concern that I find there through all the Lord's people and family, and how His word always manages to find its way to my heart and move me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;After everything the Lord has blessed me with, what do I have to give Him in return? Is my faith sufficient? More often than not I find myself asking Him for things, never returning, giving back what He gave me in the first place. This reminded me of a song from the Childrens' Book "I Give It Back" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;When I was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; in my mother's heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You gave my life to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You designed each part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every tiny detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fits Your master plan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am Your creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fashioned by Your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;All of my talent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;All of my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;All of my treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Shall never be mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;All that I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;All that I shall be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lord, You gave it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;I give it back to You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My lips will sing Your praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;all things come from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You are the only source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;for the good I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I will be Your servant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tho' You've set me free;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Master and Creator, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You'll be Lord to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"What shall I render to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For all His benefits toward me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psalm 116: 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112437848581546241?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112437848581546241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112437848581546241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112437848581546241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112437848581546241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sorry-to-those-who-have-to-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112428453466613203</id><published>2005-08-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:46:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY THE STUPID TEMPLATE IS REALLY IRRITATING ME QUITE ABIT.&lt;br /&gt;I beg you Michelle, fix it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I was rather gloomy, because Michelle was sick and didn't come to school :( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you feel better now Michelle, I miss you plenty! I didn't have anyone to talk to :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And acks alot of other stuff as well, just combined together made my day worse :\ I hate it when I get infected with this bout of moodiness and depression, and it's been coming on quite often recently. It's like, the things that people do around me just irritate me extremely easily, and when people talk to me, I just shut them out and keep to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why? I don't know why either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish the Lord could help me with this problem, it's getting increasingly frequent. But band was therapy (: Thank God for my beloved percussion mates, they cheered me up so much, cracking their usual lame jokes (: HAHA imran and his "practice pads"! I'll miss Corny when he really leaves, he's really patient and understanding and funny and mad. Corny, what inspirational quotes you wrote in my diary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel you getting more and more distant from me each day, it's as if you trust her more. Maybe it's just him that you don't like to talk to me about, but you know what, don't ever ever lie to me, because i hate liars. I hate people who can't face up to the truth and instead twist their way about just to avoid it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how, but to keep it all inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I guess I'll let it slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112428453466613203?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112428453466613203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112428453466613203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112428453466613203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112428453466613203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-stupid-template-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112410803348953672</id><published>2005-08-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:13:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SOMETIMES I THINK I'M TOO NICE TO PEOPLE FOR MY OWN GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112410803348953672?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112410803348953672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112410803348953672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112410803348953672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112410803348953672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/sometimes-i-think-im-too-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112410479313736471</id><published>2005-08-15T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:19:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't care less</title><content type='html'>I know my blog's quite screwed up at the moment, but I'll just blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, frankly? I couldn't care what he thinks, or anyone else, for that matter. Because all I know is that I'm trying my best and if my best is not good enough then so be it, because I'm not out there to try to please anyone. I'm not saying that it's unfair, but why must he constantly pick on us? I know I'm not in his good books, but I'm happy not being anyway. It's already frustrating enough to be so lousy in my playing, and not being able to catch up with those who have had years of experience or are so musically inclined, not getting the stupid rhythm over and over again, trying to hold the sticks in the right position and do the stupid double stroking correctly, I'm sorry but I'm not so talented like the others. And yes, it really doesn't improve things when he comes along and makes things worse, like picking on the nittygritty stuff like wearing slippers (for goodness' sakes!), and it always so happens that when I'm not playing for that particular song he has to look at the percussion section to see who's not playing, making me look like some slacker culprit or something. In case you don't know, my family is not extremely supportive of my joining band, and does not permit me to practise my sticking at home due to the noise and irritation that it creates. Either way I lose out, and either side doesn't really bother to care and try to understand what I'm going through. And someone in band once told me that the image I portray is that of a slacker. Ah well, I don't know. People are free to judge me for all I care, but only I know how hard I try to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now let's say our goodbyes;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112410479313736471?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112410479313736471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112410479313736471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112410479313736471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112410479313736471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-couldnt-care-less.html' title='I couldn&apos;t care less'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112385604790570253</id><published>2005-08-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:14:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My template is SCREWING UP FOR NO APPARENT REASON so this entry will not even turn up :\ I don't get html, it's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;Went to town after the gp mock with Michelle, Deborah and Andrea (from 1t02), had a realllllly gooooood meal at NYDC, felt so bloated after that. We had a fun time just talking and laughing over our miscommunication and dumbness (: Oh and we saw these few people dressed up as the characters in "The Maid" walking around, advertising for the movie. Freaky I think :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112385604790570253?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112385604790570253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112385604790570253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112385604790570253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112385604790570253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-template-is-screwing-up-for-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112375627967307552</id><published>2005-08-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:31:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Lover's Box"</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much a slack day, didn't do anything, especially during the PW block period.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;WEN SENG! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope you like Baby, he's super adorable (: and the taupok you enjoyed just now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yummy prata with Wen Seng, Amanda and Melvin, haha and we saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;R*** R*******&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; at the bus stop when LiangBao was going to meet her (yes, and he strutted away happily to her, abandoning us just like that), hope he isn't too mad about our appearance, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Send me an angel to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need to feel a little piece of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Send me an angel to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm afraid I'll never get to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112375627967307552?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112375627967307552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112375627967307552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112375627967307552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112375627967307552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-lovers-box.html' title='&quot;My Lover&apos;s Box&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112367587909425486</id><published>2005-08-10T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:11:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that voice;</title><content type='html'>National Day was so nehneh, didn't do anything except slack and laze around at home before going to my aunt's house to watch the parade. Except for the smartly dressed in all white military men, the show was pretty disappointing I guess, and I was looking out ALL THE TIME for a glimpse of the CJ people, and I didn't see ANY! Michelle, Audrey, Andrea, Angel, Amanda, Melvin, Weemin... :\ But the fireworks display this year was superb I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've supposedly completed two chapters of my Economics revision, namely the haha simplest topics to start with- Central Problems of Economics and Demand &amp;amp; Supply (: Then I intend to make some of my doubts clear with Mr Ang on Friday during Econs remedial. hahhaha my goodness these are signs of a nerd-to-be. Good or not, I certainly hope it's for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112367587909425486?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112367587909425486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112367587909425486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112367587909425486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112367587909425486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-voice.html' title='that voice;'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112348747324628154</id><published>2005-08-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:51:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sorry if I'm not as interesting and funny as your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sorry that I can't talk to you about what you like to talk about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You see, I'm quite a stupid girl with not much scope of general knowledge :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just wanted to say, I trust you, I'll be there for you, for as long as I possibly can;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and if one fine day you betray my trust, I'll never be able to forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe it's a lesson, to not take you for granted, as I always have, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just pray, that You'll realise that I still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And all those dreams? I hope they don't disappear into thin air, because I'm holding onto them with my whole heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's just that, I can't seem to recover anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112348747324628154?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112348747324628154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112348747324628154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112348747324628154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112348747324628154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/strange.html' title='strange'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112315795501047359</id><published>2005-08-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:19:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>percussionlove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE THE PERCUSSION FAMILY :D they make me so very happy (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Mandee, Corny, Ketsu, Liangbao, Angel, and Mr Ang as well, for being there when the call (HAHA) came, it totally ruined my night :\ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats to Marianne and Kevin! I think you two will make a really superb pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112315795501047359?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112315795501047359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112315795501047359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112315795501047359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112315795501047359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/percussionlove.html' title='percussionlove'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112265039475237110</id><published>2005-07-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:34:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix you</title><content type='html'>YES FINALLY THE INTERNET IS STARTING TO WORK NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't the best of days I think, was pretty stony throughout the whole day :Ohwell this is the full explanation if you want to hear me out:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly mad at you, but I'm just seriously annoyed at the fact that sometimes you just simply seem to forget about the people that surround you, like your apparent good friends? All for the sake of HIM, and no it's not that I'm against him, it's just that we've told you so many times not to get to the extreme of being too attached to him that he is the only thing which exists in your life, and it does get on my nerves quite abit if you didn't realise it. &lt;em&gt;My boyfriend this my boyfriend that my boyfriend this my boyfriend that BLAHBLAHBLAH. &lt;/em&gt;It's like, things that I say do not make any difference to you, but a single word from him does the magic- results in an emotional outburst and OH an apology straightaway for no particular reason? Oh, and if you do permit me to comment, I simply do not get the connection at all. And up to now, I have not gone out with you a SINGLE TIME, oh but maybe it's because we're all so busy blahblah, oh really? Ask yourself, how many times have you gone out with him or went to his house or whatever? Is it really that hard a chore to squeeze in some time for your well, &lt;em&gt;other friends&lt;/em&gt;? Oh but I really don't know. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I just feel that you need to have some space between the both of you, it's for your own good anyway. I'm sorry that I have to feel this way, maybe I'm being oversensitive and stuff, but yeah sorry if I was a pain in the butt today, not wanting to talk and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And coupled with all the sickening stuff like tests (I had &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; mocks today :\), and everything else, I just felt so tired and weary suddenly. It's so stressful to keep up with schoolwork and band and the dance and all, sometimes I wonder how I'll ever survive if I didn't know the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Tiff and Adeline at my estate's playground and swinged for awhile (: I miss talking to them. I think next time I'll just run up to Adeline's house on the way home and find her, just in case I forget how she looks like, which will be quite a sad situation if that ever happens HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lights will guide you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and ignite your bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I will try to fix you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112265039475237110?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112265039475237110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112265039475237110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112265039475237110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112265039475237110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/fix-you.html' title='fix you'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112204093992162918</id><published>2005-07-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:02:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she knows it's like a curse</title><content type='html'>I miss DEBORAH CHEN JIAHUI, that girl who went for canoeing competition :Racial Harmony was not bad, Ketsu and Alicia in their outrageous turban outfits and moustaches and beards was really hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lay your head on my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here you can be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No one has to know what you are feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No one but me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112204093992162918?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112204093992162918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112204093992162918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112204093992162918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112204093992162918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/she-knows-its-like-curse.html' title='she knows it&apos;s like a curse'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112177935547924626</id><published>2005-07-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:22:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to the airport later to pick my sister up, she's coming back from Hongkong! (: THEN I can read my Harry Potter book, which Ling spoiled for me :&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today in class we drew lots for our new seating arrangements, I think I quite like my seat, it's right in the middle of the room, second row. Aloy is on my left, Michelle is on my right, Daniel is behind me, and Deborah is beside Daniel so we're all still quite close anyway (: And I think I might be able to concentrate in this manner, rather than sitting at the far right hand corner where I always tend to, due to unfortunate circumstances, drift away staring outside the window and happily waving to people who walk pass, HAHA. But I'll miss Deborah's disgusting singing, and her SHOOBEEDOO :D hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think I like my life the way it is, everything seems to be perfect and going well, I'm smiling and laughing like a happy girl should be doing, I do my Quiet Time, I do my work most of the time, I like band, I love my friends &amp; family- everything's fine, no? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I take a step closer to the picture I see a superficiality about it, there's a blur in some parts of it, and I can't seem to link most of the puzzles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate myself for being sensitive, maybe over-sensitive. All this years, and I've never been able to get rid of this weakness of mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't exactly pinpoint this strange feeling though, I'm addicted to being shallow on the surface.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112177935547924626?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112177935547924626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112177935547924626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112177935547924626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112177935547924626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-going-to-airport-later-to-pick-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112168921875553864</id><published>2005-07-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:20:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Three instruments that I'm dying to learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. Guitar (which is currently still with Andrew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Drum set (hoping maybe Cornelius or someone can teach me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Flute (ohkay I think this is probably the most impossible as of now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I need so much time for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112168921875553864?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112168921875553864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112168921875553864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112168921875553864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112168921875553864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/three-instruments-that-im-dying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112161196386750551</id><published>2005-07-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:52:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT FINE I'll do the music baton thing, for the sake for Justina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total volume of music in my computer: mm about 1500 songs I think?&lt;br /&gt;The last cd i bought: heh I can't remember, don't usually buy cds&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now: The Artist in the Ambulance/Thrice&lt;br /&gt;Five songs i've been listening to lately or mean alot to me: Black Balloon/GooGooDolls, Maybe I'm amazed/Jem, Foreign Language/Anberlin, Save Me/Corrine May, I know this much is true/Tears For Fears&lt;br /&gt;5 people whom I'm passing the baton to: I DON'T CARE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112161196386750551?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112161196386750551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112161196386750551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112161196386750551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112161196386750551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/alright-fine-ill-do-music-baton-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112161052531201860</id><published>2005-07-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:28:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i knew you</title><content type='html'>Results haven't been the best :Failed two subjects- Geog and Econs :(&lt;br /&gt;Alright i have no time to cry over spilt milk at this point of time, hafta look forward and keep studying until promos. Cornelius challenged me and Ketsu to get at least straight Bs for all our subjects for promos, hahah it seems almost impossible at the rate we're going right now, but I think if we can put our heart and soul and mind into working dilligently, it could materialize.&lt;br /&gt;Cornelius scared me the other day when we were studying in the library with him, he told us about his two years in school, and how he practically wasted his time in JC not studying at all. And he kept warning us that if we don't start getting to work we will have no future. The thought of not having a future is scary, I wonder what I will do if my future doesn't turn out the way I would like it to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112161052531201860?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112161052531201860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112161052531201860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112161052531201860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112161052531201860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-thought-i-knew-you.html' title='i thought i knew you'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112159052578403042</id><published>2005-07-17T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:55:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/ice%20mountain!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/ice%20mountain%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/flower!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/flower%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/field!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/field%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/starfish,%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/starfish%2C%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/waterfall!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/waterfall%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I take God's creation for granted, it's really amazing to see what our God is like- a God of intelligence, order and great design! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112159052578403042?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112159052578403042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112159052578403042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112159052578403042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112159052578403042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-think-i-take-gods-creation.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112144207436214423</id><published>2005-07-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:41:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Levi's Store "modelling" HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112144207436214423?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112144207436214423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112144207436214423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112144207436214423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112144207436214423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-levis-store-modelling-haha-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112144112102061918</id><published>2005-07-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:25:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with despair</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the SAF Central Band Concert at Esplanade, nothing really fantastic, but yupp at least Charles was playing the guitar, haha, and looking like a small lost boy in the midst of all the military men.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i said i would blog about this, HAHAHA okay yknw what today is also PTND! Just now at the mrt station, due to some circumstances, i accidentally uh picked ketsu's nose HAHAHAHA. like, it was disgusting lah, we almost died of laughter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, studying in the library does help ((: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112144112102061918?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112144112102061918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112144112102061918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112144112102061918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112144112102061918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/with-despair.html' title='with despair'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112126154731023357</id><published>2005-07-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:32:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's time to get down to some serious studying, &lt;em&gt;serious&lt;/em&gt; i repeat.&lt;br /&gt;shall make it a point to study after school in the library with mandee and ketsu, the environment is pretty conducive after all.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes how could i forget, today is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PTND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; HAHA. which, stands for poke-the-nose-day, proudly invented by ketsu mandee and me. which means, every wednesday we will poke each others' noses HAHAHAHA. okay i realised that sounds super retarded, but it's really hilarious lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm tired of blogging, so i shall just end it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112126154731023357?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112126154731023357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112126154731023357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112126154731023357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112126154731023357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-its-time-to-get-down-to-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112072706896501577</id><published>2005-07-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:04:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm good</title><content type='html'>today's a lousy day :have you felt so lousy and stupid, even when you did make the effort to study quite a fair bit, and still fail in the end? i don't know, maybe it's the way i study or something, but nothing's going in, and whatever comes out is always wrong. &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes life doesn't go the way we would like it to go, i know that the Lord is still in control of everything, but it seems so hard to go through it. sometimes i wish i could just grow up and do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention, i really hate crying infront of other people, especially school friends- spoils the happygirl image that people think i am. and i have a huge problem with moods, only after i let everything out did i start talking to people again. haha i think mr ang thought that i ate a moodybug or something :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112072706896501577?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112072706896501577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112072706896501577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112072706896501577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112072706896501577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-good.html' title='i&apos;m good'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112065743840026784</id><published>2005-07-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:43:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha NEQUIZ  was full of nonsense :thanks gabriel for the cheesecake;&lt;br /&gt;met liangbao, ketsu, nic, niva, singyi, joy, wen seng, melvin, jeremy and after a really long non-discussion, we went down to far east, met sherman (ketsu's friend) and after another non-discussion, took another bus to meridian and ate, and then sherman's friends vivien and ohoh i don't know what's her name came along too.&lt;br /&gt;watched some of them play pool and fool around haha, and kevin and mandee joined us after their chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;okay this outing happens to be full of discussions and complications, cause maybe our original plan wasn't successful, &lt;strong&gt;soooo&lt;/strong&gt; in the end we just watched alot like love at cine :hahahha the show was rather disappointing, but the company made up for it i guess. started by throwing popcorn at each other, then when all the indecent parts were shown mandee and i were busy trying to cover ketsu and nic's eyes, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we took like hundreds of photos i tell you, so manymany! and how come i have tons of photos of mister ian tan ketsu, thanks to sherman :\ and all taken from ugly views and disgusting shots somemore.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, so after that i left for the syo concert at vch. it was really good, much better than what i expected from them! sitting there watching ike play his solo was really nice, and he really deserves all the glory (: the pieces were beautiful, i personally loved &lt;em&gt;Metamorphosis by Leong Yoon Pin &lt;/em&gt;alot, and the &lt;em&gt;Concerto for Four Violins in B Minor RV 580 by Antonio Vivaldi, &lt;/em&gt;yupp they were played very well.&lt;br /&gt;school today was quite fun, i actually liked it. after pw, mandee, ketsu and i walked down to novena to eat chicken rice (huge mistake yes), walked so much, ate so much, and took a cab back to school :\ band was fun as well, hahaha so many new scandals, and we kept laughing at aunty ketsu's shaking of butt&amp;body while happily plucking his bass, hahaha. and imran trying to roll his stupid eyeballs because he simply cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes being in percussion stresses me out, you need to have such a good sense of rhythm and timing it's so hard to keep up with the conductor and know when to come in and not look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;ketsu's parents gave me and manda a lift home, they're pretty nice and friendly (: i made quite a fool out of myself in front of them, hahaha. is my laughter that unglam excuse me?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112065743840026784?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112065743840026784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112065743840026784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112065743840026784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112065743840026784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahaha-nequiz-was-full-of-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112023170497307424</id><published>2005-07-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:28:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with all honour and majesty</title><content type='html'>chinese oral was actually quite okay leh, amazing yes. thank God for everything, and giving me the ability to allow some flow of chinese language out of my mouth today (: maybe the lady did help abit, i hope. &lt;br /&gt;nic is a funny guy i realised, one of those people you can talk so easily with and hang out. and we caught lb with his rambutan, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;war of the worlds is not bad, but abit anticlimax actually. but it brings much comfort that God is the creator of the heavens and earth, of everything in this universe, and that He will never ever allow such a disaster to happen like that to us. He is Lord, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112023170497307424?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112023170497307424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112023170497307424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112023170497307424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112023170497307424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/with-all-honour-and-majesty.html' title='with all honour and majesty'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112018774554047720</id><published>2005-07-01T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:15:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stairway to heaven;</title><content type='html'>there's something seriously wrong with my right eye, it feels swollen and pain and weird :\ when i told my mom last night she said oh maybe you have conjunctivitis?! yeah i'm sure, maybe it's just stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112018774554047720?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112018774554047720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112018774554047720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112018774554047720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112018774554047720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='stairway to heaven;'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112012682740822367</id><published>2005-06-30T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:20:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010415.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing off dimple, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010403.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandee and me ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/P1010365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/P1010365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ketsu with his darling ronald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112012682740822367?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112012682740822367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112012682740822367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112012682740822367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112012682740822367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/showing-off-dimple-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112012601977893339</id><published>2005-06-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:06:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay today is the day of FREEDOM, well at least for a very short while. but, better than nothing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;soo, after like many many complications and difficulties (hahaha, and stupid ketsu forgot to bring his wallet, ketsu liangbao and me went to lido (and met jeremy&amp;nic along the way so we "picked him up") thennn we couldn't watch any movie because either one of us all watched either movie already, or had plans to watch another time, so we just ended up sitting down and watching them eat. met debbie! (: andddd, tiff as well! OH MY hahah a random thought, but deb and tiff have the same surname, &lt;em&gt;chua!&lt;/em&gt; :\ &lt;br /&gt;did abit of window shopping, i saw this pair of white/orange heels at zara, but ohwell way off :\ went down to cine, and spent a super lonnnnng time (really, i tell you) just sitting there, and trying to decide on a movie, haha we were pretty desperate to watch any movie (to the extent of watching ulu pandan movies like innocent voices or man of the house), but in the end, ketsu and i just sat there like idiots talking while lb ran off to collect something from his friend at novena. haha met daryl and his girlfriend there, tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;walked to heeren, and met louisa there! ((: &lt;br /&gt;went to find mandee at taka, met vignesh, then trained down to bishan, went to lb's place for awhile. crazy boy with his crazy guitar and songs, and mandee's attempt to play the guitar, hahah. &lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy that the midyears are finally over, thank the Lord for bringing me through despite the discouraging papers that were horrible. i guess there's something i learnt, i really should start studying earlier and not do last minute work, cause it doesn't work :\ and including the Lord in my studies and doing quiet time before i start work really does help, there's a sort of quiet peace whenever i study or do my papers ((: &lt;strong&gt;psalm 23:4&lt;/strong&gt; is my favourite verse, i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112012601977893339?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112012601977893339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112012601977893339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112012601977893339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112012601977893339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-today-is-day-of-freedom-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425845.post-112001061434818000</id><published>2005-06-29T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:03:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/1600/dress-0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/1179/320/dress-0691.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyra banks is yumm (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13425845-112001061434818000?l=visitjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112001061434818000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13425845&amp;postID=112001061434818000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112001061434818000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13425845/posts/default/112001061434818000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visitjoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/tyra-banks-is-yumm.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868364136318454855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
