<?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-33224636</id><updated>2012-03-04T23:21:11.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emelye</title><subtitle type='html'>And in the gardyn, at the sonne upriste, she walketh up and doun, and as hire liste. She gadereth floures, party white and rede, to make a subtil gerland for hire hede; and as an aungel hevenysshly she soong.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2109992474428339401</id><published>2009-09-12T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:28:13.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But human desire is to be brought under the lordship of Christ for fulfillment according to His wisdom and choosing... He gives the very best to those who leave the choice with Him... we are never warranted in feeling sorry for ourselves or being mad at God -- He loves us with an Everlasting Love; He died for us; His will is always love and, when we accept it in loving trust, it is our peace." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth Elliot &lt;br /&gt;Keep A Quiet Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things often don't work out the way I selfishly want them to be, people dear to me don't turn out the way i expect them to be. God always says He knows the best. He uses circumstances to teach me and remind me that I too have fallen short of His standards and yet He has given Himself to me. God "teach me to rest quietly in your promise to supply. If i don't have it, i don't need it". Teach me and help me learn that You alone are sufficient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2109992474428339401?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2109992474428339401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2109992474428339401&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2109992474428339401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2109992474428339401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-pity-but-human-desire-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1338752897617625396</id><published>2009-08-21T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:17:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All things were created through Him and for Him&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Col 1:16b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for about 5 months! Absolutely loved the hols. Am liking school more now (as compared to the beginning days of sem). Started last year of school days. MONUMENTAL. Starting thesis soon. Still trying to make friends in my fourth year. One of the big epic moments, seeing God as Providence, His invisible hand moving. Thank God for giving Himself, revealing Himself in the midst of academic toil. He is a buoy in (bracing self) stormy seas. But still thanking God it's Lit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The most holy men are the most excellent students of God's works, and none but the holy can rightly study them or know them. His works are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein, but not for themselves, but for him that made them. Your study of physics and other sciences is not worth a rush, if it be not God that you seek after in them. To see and admire, to reverence and adore, to love and delight in God, as exhibited in his works -- this is the true and only philosophy; the contrary is mere foolery, and is so called again and again by God himself. This is the sanctification of your studies, when they are devoted to God, and when He is the end, the object, and the life of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Baxtor. &lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Voddie Baucham Jr. in Truth and the Supremacy of Christ in a Postmodern World.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baucham Jr says "most students walk onto campus with one thing in mind: they ask themselves 'what can i get here that will facilitate my consumption and enjoyment?' " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be found guilty and pray God help me live a campus life and see that all of my education is "served to advance Christ glory, supremacy and cause here on earth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1338752897617625396?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1338752897617625396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1338752897617625396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1338752897617625396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1338752897617625396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-things-were-created-through-him-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-4965101404377580895</id><published>2009-03-11T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:01:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How could I, Lord, have ever been so blind to think that being loved by you means making much of me and not yourself? How could i put my eye to some great telescope, designed to make me glad with visions of the galaxies, and notice in the glass a dim reflection of my face and say, "Now I am happy, I am loved"? How could i stand before the setting sun, between the mountain range and the vastness of the sea, and think that everlasting joy should come from making much of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Father, love is this: At great expense you made yourself my glory and my boast. The cost was infinite by which you made yourself the Treasure of my life. You sent our Son, the blazing center of your beauty and your love. You gave him up to mockery, betrayal, thorns, the whip, the rod, the fists, the nails, the shame, and death. For what? To swallow up your wrath, and satisfy your righteousness, and bury all my sins as far as east is from the west and in the deepest sea, so that i might come home and see the galaxy. This is your love, O God, not to make much of me, but do whatever must be done so that i waken to the joy of making much of you through all eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Piper. &lt;br /&gt;Don't Waste Your Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4965101404377580895?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4965101404377580895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4965101404377580895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4965101404377580895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4965101404377580895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-could-i-lord-have-ever-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-446630636582354568</id><published>2009-01-07T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:07:42.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you love? and what are you learning to love? For Christian students, this movement from head to heart, from doctrine to discipleship, is what the college years are all about. In the reading and reflection upon texts, in the choice and deepening of friendships, in the listening to music and watching of films, in the decisions about semester breaks and summer vacations, in the forming of vocational visions — in and through it all, it is nothing more or less than learning to love what God loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering What God Loves&lt;br /&gt;by Steven Garber, Ph.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-446630636582354568?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/446630636582354568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=446630636582354568&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/446630636582354568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/446630636582354568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-love-and-what-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2568416220948522016</id><published>2008-12-30T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:42:47.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reflections: Following the Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2004/january/22.61.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF WE CHRISTIANS&lt;/span&gt; would join the Wise Men, we must close our eyes to all that glitters before the world and look rather on the despised and foolish things, help the poor, comfort the despised, and aid the neighbor in his need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGI&lt;/span&gt; were also intellectuals, students of the stars and seekers after truth. It took the learned sages somewhat longer than the unlearned shepherds to find their way to Bethlehem, but they got there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THERE COMES&lt;/span&gt; into the world one who is announced as the world's Savior and the Prince of Peace—and this leads immediately to the murder of children. It is almost as though the forces of evil, recognizing the extreme menace to their authority which the coming of Jesus portended, intensified to a new pitch of viciousness their determination to destroy the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE MAGI&lt;/span&gt; should be a great comfort to us. They brought all that they had to the Lord, not just their expensive presents, but their very lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE THREE KINGS&lt;/span&gt; had only a rumor to go by. But it moved them to make that long journey. The scribes were much better informed, much better versed. They sat and studied Scriptures like so many dons, but it did not make them move. Who had the more truth? The three kings who followed a rumor, or the scribes who remained sitting with all their knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt; wish upon a star or wise men scan the universe in hope let your bright beams surround their dreams and guide their hesitating feet to where a miracle is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2568416220948522016?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2568416220948522016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2568416220948522016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2568416220948522016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2568416220948522016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections-following-star-article-here.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8828321970889161929</id><published>2008-11-01T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:29:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everlasting God by Lincoln Brewster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=93b0591f6240af2b6209" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not known? Have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt; The LORD is the everlasting God,&lt;br /&gt;  the Creator of the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt; He does not faint or grow weary;&lt;br /&gt;  His understanding is unsearchable. &lt;br /&gt; He gives power to the faint,&lt;br /&gt;  and to him who has no might he increases strength. &lt;br /&gt;  Even youths shall faint and be weary,&lt;br /&gt;  and young men shall fall exhausted; &lt;br /&gt;  but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;&lt;br /&gt;  they shall mount up with wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt; they shall run and not be weary;&lt;br /&gt;  they shall walk and not faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40: 28-31&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8828321970889161929?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8828321970889161929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8828321970889161929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8828321970889161929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8828321970889161929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/11/everlasting-god-by-lincoln-brewster-28.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6137129151977008034</id><published>2008-10-25T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:03:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completely and Totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depraved... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, after I had resolved to be a kinder/proactive/positive influencing group member to my group mates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Took a bus with a groupmate. Had to pay uncle in coins. I asked him how much. He said one twenty. I immediately said oh I'm a student. He stared at me and said one twenty again. I said oh! but it's only one dollar for students right? He stared longer and then turned away, while I paid a dollar and walked to the back of the bus in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wah bus uncle wanted to cheat my money!&lt;br /&gt;friend: how much did you pay?!&lt;br /&gt;me: one dollar lah!!&lt;br /&gt;friend: how much he said?&lt;br /&gt;me: ONE TWENTY!! as if the twenty cents will go to his salary like that &lt;br /&gt;friend: they have fixed salary what.&lt;br /&gt;me: yah! he's so terrible. uh yeah... hmm.. sorry.. I didn't mean to be so angry&lt;br /&gt;friend: oh don't worry! I will say the same thing! I'm like that too.&lt;br /&gt;me: ....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess even sometimes when I don't say such things. The thoughts are harbored in the heart. How many times have I told myself that I can change for the better if I try harder? How many times have I willed myself to be more nice, less lazy, more loving, less self-centred etc because I am a good person... and I fall right back down into the rut of things. That's why bible says there is none righteous. No, not one. The thoughts of our hearts are evil, dead in trespasses and sins. We completely lost it at the fall and we cannot turn to God ourselves. But He so graciously wills for us to be right with Him, to look to Him and be able to love, change and grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good food for thought for my "evil" essay due the following week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6137129151977008034?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6137129151977008034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6137129151977008034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6137129151977008034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6137129151977008034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/10/completely-and-utterly-depraved.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6364170276273522896</id><published>2008-10-04T22:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:06:27.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anybody home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way home in the car after dinner at the yck japanese village place. I was asking my bro if he has heard of IL DIVO before but he hasnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in chinese-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You dunno Il Tibo meh?? &lt;br /&gt;Bro: No.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Il Tibo means anybody home. &lt;br /&gt;Bro and Me: Huhh? anybody home?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Il Tibo is hokkien you all dunno ah? &lt;br /&gt;Dad: Il3 Ti3 Bo2! Il is You3, Ti is Zai4, Bo is Ma1?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'M NOT SPEAKING HOKKIEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Then what are you speaking?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Italian!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad: Il Tibo????  &lt;br /&gt;Me: it's a...name..they sing song de &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad: ohhhhh why so funny one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints* if it's spanish, the V sound is pronounced as the B sound.. like 'volar' is pronounced as 'bolar'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6364170276273522896?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6364170276273522896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6364170276273522896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6364170276273522896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6364170276273522896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/10/anybody-home-funniest-thing-happened-on.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8055954454041671932</id><published>2008-09-25T18:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:09:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God is love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had an interesting conversation. I was trying to do my essay on: How does the technique of self-reflexivity inform the concept of Love (in a particular novel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; context: the author says it's so hard to talk about love, the moment we say it, we don't really mean it, because we can never get the whole meaning of love, we don't know the entire meaning of love, so why even speak about it? For most of her novel, she just went ahead to talk abt love ANYWAY, after spending so long to say that love is indescribable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like songs we sing abt God, we say He's indescribable but we describe Him ANYWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, God is so wonderful that even if we can't describe him fully, we would still try to describe Him! We can try to describe Him (or any other seemingly vague but real ideas/emotions) to a certain limit. But it doesn't mean that it is less of the thing. God isn't less of Himself if we fail to describe him fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one confusion in the novel, and we must take notice of is that God is love, but love is not God. 1 John 4:8 says: Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. I suppose I can also say that anyone who loves doesn't necessarily know God because Love is not God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our inability to know him fully shouldn't deter us from knowing him at all. People can get so crippled about not being able to understand everything. We know that God gives us the knowledge and wisdom to comprehend Him. We can take heart that God will reveal himself to us for all eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev Tong was replying some indignant student who commented that being in Heaven would be boring, because there's nothing to do for all eternity and Rev Tong gave this marvelous analogy that I'm so thankful for: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in a relationship with this wonderful woman. She is so amazing and today you found out a new quality, an attribute about her that blows you away. You worship her. Tomorrow, you find out another amazing quality that you never knew before! And so you worship her some more. The day after, you find out something new that utterly amazes you more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In heaven, it will be like this for all eternity. We will bow down, worship and cry out together with the angels: Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty who was and is and is to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong: "SO you tell me, how bored are you going to get?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8055954454041671932?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8055954454041671932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8055954454041671932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8055954454041671932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8055954454041671932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-is-love-yesterday-had-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3240798966866784446</id><published>2008-09-23T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:16:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wedding Delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Verbatim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef: i want to decor my function room, with cloths and flowers &lt;br /&gt;stef: ...and flower petals&lt;br /&gt;me: lining the floor along the red carpet...&lt;br /&gt;stef: no! on the tables!&lt;br /&gt;me: ...then we'll sing Happy Birthday when stef walks in..&lt;br /&gt;kel: YA! she can walk in together with JY! &lt;br /&gt;stef: !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3240798966866784446?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3240798966866784446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3240798966866784446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3240798966866784446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3240798966866784446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-delusions-not-verbatim-stef-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6822821547563210348</id><published>2008-09-18T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:47:22.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love the Lord &lt;br /&gt;my God &lt;br /&gt;with all my &lt;br /&gt;heart, &lt;br /&gt;with all my &lt;br /&gt;soul, &lt;br /&gt;with all my &lt;br /&gt;mind &lt;br /&gt;and with all my &lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6822821547563210348?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6822821547563210348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6822821547563210348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6822821547563210348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6822821547563210348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-lord-my-god-with-all-my-heart-with.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1396431244098242315</id><published>2008-09-17T23:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:14:13.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Il Divo's Isabel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQUVwemycSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQUVwemycSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has abit cliched english lyrics but rendered so beautifully in Spanish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;If you go away&lt;br /&gt;Your God will get angry&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave this love&lt;br /&gt;Let it die like this&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry&lt;br /&gt;You’ll cry&lt;br /&gt;Suffering in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me and I’ll make you&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Volar &lt;br /&gt;Caer&lt;br /&gt;Al fondo del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Sonar &lt;br /&gt;Perder&lt;br /&gt;Imperios de ilusion&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon se apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Rise to fly&lt;br /&gt;To Fall&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of pain&lt;br /&gt;To Dream&lt;br /&gt;To Lose&lt;br /&gt;Emperiors of illusion&lt;br /&gt;I’ve nothing today&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not here&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1396431244098242315?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1396431244098242315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1396431244098242315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1396431244098242315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1396431244098242315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/09/il-divos-isabel-it-has-abit-cliched.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5300302436583380500</id><published>2008-08-17T22:31:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:46:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T w e n t y o n e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psalm 77:5  I consider the days of old,&lt;br /&gt;  the years long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get swarmed by busyness and thinking I'm busy, I am going to update about my birthday and reflection on some twentyone things to be so thankful to God for x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Praise God that I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twenty-one&lt;/span&gt;! like finally!  Never in my entire 5 yr old, 10 yr old, 15 yr old, 20 yr old brain, had I imagined I'd be old enough to say, ok I'm old enough I'd like to stop growing now. But life for Christ goes on la. Admittedly, maturing in years has NEVER been so infuriatingly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;, sigh but God sets the pace and there's still a long way to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For the absolutely awesome birthday surprises I've had! In vanity (and irresoluteness), I've had some four awesome gatherings in total plus some pre and post gatherings...*mumble mumble*. Thanks to awesome friends who made me feel important on that special day :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the PARTies :) HAHA You've outdone yourselves in the 1st volunteer ran event. It was so absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SWEET BEYOND WORDS&lt;/span&gt; with a 6yrold's party decor, acoustic performances for the purposes of sharing to my parents and it has so much &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. The preparations! The heartfelt messages! The video brimming with memories! the ministry involvements, mundane activities and sharing of lives! I'm beyond happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that crazy surprise on the day itself at macdonalds. that niggled my nerves. praying about problems then to find the rest of you grinning inanely at me after AMEN! then worried why I wasn't reacting like it's my birthday. But in retrospect like after i got off the car, it was remarkably heartwarming. That's two surprises, two years in a row and I'm still unsuspecting. cant figure out if it was out of cheekiness or fondness, or both? BUT let me go worry about that and how terrible I'm going to mess you guys up when it's your turns. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my secondary sch buddies. my delightfully mad friends. I think the highlights of teenage life was doing stupid things with you all. I regret that we don't spend as much time as we'd like together, and I know you all "will always be a part of me". Thanks for the botanic garden picnic. HOW DID YOU EVER KNOW I'D RATHER A PICNIC WITH CANDLES (tho it was hardly romantic I couldnt see anything but HUGELY HILARIOUS PLAYING GAMES BLINDLY) THAN SOME CANDLELIGHT DINNER/BBQ/HUGE PARTY WITH 100 PEOPLE. I guess we're all reading minds now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that really FUN pre-birthday treat at sushi tei and trigger happy moments at Fullerton, down clarke quay, in photobooths, on statues/lampposts! and some random toilets with pretty big mirrors. The pictures and tags really made my day! You guys make tedious toilet trips an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; haa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH wonderful trip to Canberra Secondary School again! On the day itself. Couldn't have  had a more refreshing idea. Thanks to peng's lunch appnt with Mrs Phang and Mrs Tay! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear ol Canberra&lt;/span&gt;. You've changed so much and changed so little (thankfully!) Thank God for free day and for great amazing teachers who inspired us in some way (like use potatoes to do algebra/kong-garithms) and gave us endless opportunities to be who we thought we were - cool exciting people. And I miss us the way we were - happy, silly and unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCHIES! Ex sunday schoolmateys! I'm glad we thai expressed one fine sunday. It's been a mil years since we ate properly, gather together to get any where together... It was a nice warm meal! I thank God for you bunch of bananas because of the love we have because of HIS passion, for the common bond in the body of Christ and that I will STILL see you all most in the years ahead. It's the ultimate heartwarming truth to know that WE WILL BE SEEING ONE ANOTHER IN GLORIOUS HEAVEN, in the presence of the one who created us to have that awesome relationship with HIM and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for bible trail, for the study of the book of ACTS. exciting stuff the bible is! but not always enthusiastic i am. For the company of little girls about the same age as I was like 7 to 8 years ago :) Pray that God grow them more and more to be godly women who follow the ways of God and teach them to younger women in time to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR CELL GROUPIES! You people overlap everywhere but that's how you've all been categorised on the left side. We meet to study God's word that's so so so important and we meet to encourage and edify. It's so comforting to be accountable (on some level) to one another :) THANK GOD FOR &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DELIA&lt;/span&gt;, precious bold and courageous leader who still trudges on amidst occasional lacklustre cg members like me ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;parts&lt;/span&gt;! We're partying pretty often now. thanking God profusely for the privilege to lead and serve in the band. learning to tremble and fear God instead of my circumstances! Thank Him that garage prc is on the way in december. Parts is functioning on God's grace alone through one staff and many volunteers. That's some stuff to be pretty trembly about but HE IS FAITHFUL and has been so good in providing manpower, ideas, and somehow things move along even when the servants are feeling abject moments of despair and worry ourselves senseless. it's inexplicable how things move along seamlessly - it's not by chance but by design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home matters now. it's still the four of us THANK GOD. It's on days like birthdays that celebration and the act of celebrating acts it's perfunctory role of gelling people and reminding us the reasons why we still get together. I thank God for a proper loving home. It's so hard to see how possibly the home is loving until i shove away the grievances and misgivings. God provides through the kinds of provision i get at home- shelter, parental guidance! and this is the ONE place that he molds me the mostest. in ALL WAYS. My personality, godly character, sociability/communication, my DISC, my love languages etc. And it's one place I sometimes wish I don't have to be but i am almost ALWAYS at. May God have mercy on me and teach me how to love these important people. For my parents who try to give me all they can give in this lifetime :) they the awesomest cos they're my mom and dad. and my bro because he is my bro, he's pretty awesome too cos he has me as his sister ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mac that is still working. my pretty white apple &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;macbook&lt;/span&gt; that makes it hard for me to live with a pc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own bed. I've just had a sleepover and it's worrying having to share a bed with someone. because because beds have springs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fourteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school and my course. ahhh! I dont know what to do about life after uni please refrain from asking me unless you think I'm pretending to be thinking about it and i'm not. am trying to make the best out of it. i still like reading storybooks. YAY i've got two years left. but i.e two years left to think what to do for the rest of my working years. UNFAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My uni friends who teach me how to use the ntu websites, get me around campus, tells me when we get important emails and forgives me for treating them like utility :pp and for giving me discounts for dresses during bazaars! Also for the small bunch of christians i meet often for meals. you guys help so much to remind me of our purpose in school - to be salt and light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sixteen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I get electives that i want almost every sem!!! again not by chance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overloaded this sem with modules :((((((((  but it's an opportunity to see how well i'll be managing my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for little children who make me smile just by being themselves. like Meredith :) miss her so much! For babies in church like aly, cait, dan and other random smallies that run and crawl around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nineteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tung family for letting me crash their homes in the past to play with Mere. one more Tung member's on the way to be played with haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twenty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haha for the silver medal singapore won during table tennis! yay spore you rock! you made me watch tv again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twentyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt; who died for me and my sins. You're MY SUPERHERO and SAVIOR. MY LORD AND MASTER. MY KING AND RULER. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pray that my life will be for YOUR GLORY&lt;/span&gt;. We fade like flowers but Your word remains forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 90:4  For a thousand years in your sight&lt;br /&gt;  are but as yesterday when it is past,&lt;br /&gt;  or as, a watch in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5300302436583380500?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5300302436583380500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5300302436583380500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5300302436583380500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5300302436583380500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/08/twentyone-times-is-never-enough-psalm.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1220158004775394352</id><published>2008-07-13T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:01:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desert Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo song! and such an emotional sharing behind it. Can identify with how many times I don't feel like singing to God, but yet He is still God! He who provides and gave His son Jesus who gave his life so that we might have eternal life and THAT is a reason to sing and to worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QemZQKKJbRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QemZQKKJbRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the desert&lt;br /&gt;When all that’s within me feels dry&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in my hunger and need&lt;br /&gt;My God is the God who provides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the fire&lt;br /&gt;In weakness or trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;There is a faith proved of more worth than gold&lt;br /&gt;So refine me Lord through the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I will bring praise, I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice, I will declare&lt;br /&gt;God is my victory and He is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the battle&lt;br /&gt;When triumph is still on its way&lt;br /&gt;I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ&lt;br /&gt;So firm on His promise I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;In every season&lt;br /&gt;You are still God&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 4&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest&lt;br /&gt;When favour and providence flow&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m filled to be emptied again&lt;br /&gt;The seed I’ve received I will sow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1220158004775394352?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1220158004775394352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1220158004775394352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1220158004775394352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1220158004775394352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/07/desert-song-hillsong-this-is-my-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5159192408006244657</id><published>2008-07-01T20:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:37:41.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SGowKBw4YQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Qmp-SvPpe_U/s1600-h/CIMG0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SGowKBw4YQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Qmp-SvPpe_U/s320/CIMG0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218036067092422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SGowznZwOmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/o9owUMKp4aE/s1600-h/CIMG0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SGowznZwOmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/o9owUMKp4aE/s320/CIMG0866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218036781570603618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tungs came back! Meredith is crazier and more lovable than ever. It's wonderful to be welcomed and invited into godly homes and be involved in the things families (besides our own) do. Like taking pictures of each other above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had some musings on trying to love people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, it's hard to invest in people's lives whom I hardly know. Like being in charge of welfare in church. HOW is it possible to care when I hardly know the person. So I concluded, after many failed attempts of getting cakes that I'm very positively an un-welfarish person. But over time there came people whom I became aware that I was concerned for. Naturally! poured out time and effort being available and tried my hardest to love and invest time in these relationships. Sadly, they were and still are, feeble attempts. Because I have understood so poorly the love that God has shown me. Only with His grace and in view of His mercy, am I able to truly love others. To treat older men as fathers, older women as mothers, younger men as brothers and younger women as sisters; with respect, esteem, affection and propriety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so guilty of being unloving. I'm ugly and I feel it. It's true that I'm so not a welfare person, but God calls us to take the welfare of others more important than self, and it's so awesome that He gives us, poor broken sinful people, the capacity to love and still forgive us for failed attempts. That's mercy! He filled us with His abundant and overflowing love and showing us love through what JC did for us all on the cross, that is His amazing grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;regina spektor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'the call'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think these lyrics would mean much more if the sequence is changed from back to front. I don't know what it is. But if it's God's love, I pray we all want to read, think about, hope and feel it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5159192408006244657?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5159192408006244657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5159192408006244657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5159192408006244657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5159192408006244657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-feeling-and-no-one-knows-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SGowKBw4YQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Qmp-SvPpe_U/s72-c/CIMG0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-9215952353830010242</id><published>2008-06-20T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:43:08.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scifimoviepage.com/upcoming/photos/prince_caspian-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.scifimoviepage.com/upcoming/photos/prince_caspian-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This Is Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SwitchFoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my memories&lt;br /&gt;They're always&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;br /&gt;I believe now&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too much&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;br /&gt;Created for a place&lt;br /&gt;I've never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is home&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm finally&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief over misery&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the enemy&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;br /&gt;And I got my heart&lt;br /&gt;Set on&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes wide&lt;br /&gt;It's not over yet&lt;br /&gt;We are miracles&lt;br /&gt;And we're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after all&lt;br /&gt;My searching&lt;br /&gt;After all my questions&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call it home&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new mindset&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;The sunset&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;I've come too far&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't go back&lt;br /&gt;This is home&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-9215952353830010242?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/9215952353830010242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=9215952353830010242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9215952353830010242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9215952353830010242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-home.html' title='This Is Home'/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6747428246305232819</id><published>2008-06-13T16:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:36:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you get more than what you bargained for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my current job, I do six hrs daily, get lunch/dinner appointments, receive free jokes via sms almost hourly, have a subscription to dial/text-a-friend service offered by nice friends and just got a pay increment. It's a pretty good packaged deal. if I could just continue bearing the bareness of my table, the lack of internet access and a pantry. Plus ill-mannered rude tactless people. Horrid people who don't like to talk to you- oh how wretched is the life of a telemarketer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I thank God for friends who offered themselves in kind service. I've had hot dates for the past two weeks everyday except for one day! Brought cup noodles and found out to my horror I'm not allowed access to hot water. Welfare is lamentable but shall overlook it for the sake of a colleague who feeds me chocolate once in a while. The desert of an office is surrounded by oasis of shopping malls and food places, so am somewhat appeased. Oh yeah, there is a pretty hotel lookalike toilet with a thousand mirrors which I go a mil times a day. It has nice lightings. The auntie cleans it every three hours and it really sparkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss says I've been doing well. encouragement is good, it gives a bit more incentive to work i guess. I find myself thinking in the middle of dreariness about how doing any work can glorify God and it prompts me to pray for strength and indeed more diligence as I do work that isn't all that fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Prithee offer thyself and thy time for lunch appointments if thou dost take pity on this poor ol soul :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6747428246305232819?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6747428246305232819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6747428246305232819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6747428246305232819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6747428246305232819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-get-more-than-you-bargained-for.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-170936448119724809</id><published>2008-05-21T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:05:23.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paint Me In Your Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photographyblog.com/gallery/data/3127/3124Solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.photographyblog.com/gallery/data/3127/3124Solitude.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well mayest thou then work on indocile hearts;&lt;br /&gt;By small successes, disappointments small; &lt;br /&gt;By nature, weather, failure, or sore fall;&lt;br /&gt;By shame, anxiety, bitterness, and smarts;&lt;br /&gt;By loneliness, by weary loss of zest. &lt;br /&gt;The rags, the husks, the swine, the hunger quest, &lt;br /&gt;Drive home the wanderer to the Father's breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             -George Macdonald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-170936448119724809?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/170936448119724809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=170936448119724809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/170936448119724809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/170936448119724809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/05/paint-me-in-your-sunshine-well-mayest.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1096928722313967340</id><published>2008-05-19T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:51:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C is for COCOCRUNCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SDGKOV9zbXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FW2o-6r_CXM/s1600-h/CIMG0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SDGKOV9zbXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FW2o-6r_CXM/s320/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202091023608802674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Meredith looks like eating on skype. Cococrunch monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to her a few times on skype. We all take turns to get to talk to the little girl. She decides who she wants to talk to. When she wants to hang up, she says "hang on okay? Hang on" when she means she's going to hang up. Because I thought she really wanted me to hang ON, so got puzzled when she hung up on me. Then her mommy got her to call me back and she said goodbye properly. Now she tells me, "bye! I'm going to press the red button (the hang up button)" and thanked me for talking to her about whatever we've been talking about. "I will talk to you on msn okay?" whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1096928722313967340?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1096928722313967340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1096928722313967340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1096928722313967340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1096928722313967340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/05/c-is-for-cococrunch-this-is-how.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SDGKOV9zbXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FW2o-6r_CXM/s72-c/CIMG0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-155148550936161152</id><published>2008-05-17T01:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:10:09.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Latest Noticeable Hang Up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SC3WYF9zbWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/D9-k7XYIkec/s1600-h/CIMG0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SC3WYF9zbWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/D9-k7XYIkec/s320/CIMG0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201048854089395554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to my podful of songs for months now. Plus or minus a few songs once in a while, they pretty much stay the same. Bic Runga's Sway has got to be the oldest song, but I've not figured out why I still like it. The entire playlist runs on shuffle mode, it shuffles more than it plays songs and I find myself, curiously, searching the particular ones among the repetitive, boring songs that nonetheless still stay in my pod. Perhaps, afraid I'll need them once I take them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like my books, photos or scrap pieces of cards that people scribble stuff on to me, I can't throw away. It becomes a pain, this incessant, compulsive need to store memories, clogging up my cupboards, as well as my itunes. I have junk music in my laptop that is taking up space, with stuff from ago that I no longer listen to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room and stuff are piling up (partially or more due to laziness). Henceforth, cleaning shall be in progress, for the lack of space and discipline to create order, plus persuasion skills to show order within disorder. I will be LESS of a garang guni man of sentimentalities and cut my own OCD with nostalgia off, cold turkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said to me, why take pictures, when it is certain happy moments you capture. And I suppose also, why listen to songs to evoke emotions, or echo the thoughts you want to feel and think. But still, I like my pictures, my not so happening from everywhere music, my moldy children storybooks, my heaps of autograph books from old school days. The special moments, the right kind of emotions, thoughts that have to be remembered, felt or mused upon. Hopefully, more selective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-155148550936161152?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/155148550936161152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=155148550936161152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/155148550936161152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/155148550936161152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/05/latest-noticeable-hang-up-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SC3WYF9zbWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/D9-k7XYIkec/s72-c/CIMG0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-9074976805950491022</id><published>2008-05-11T19:00:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:22:37.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foodie pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HmmmMMMmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbblF9zbSI/AAAAAAAAAww/27MlETii_mg/s1600-h/CIMG0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbblF9zbSI/AAAAAAAAAww/27MlETii_mg/s400/CIMG0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199084250148859170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Conrad Centennial Singapore's wedding buffet lunch! Was cousin's wedding. I had sashimi at last. Almost weeped...almost :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbbal9zbRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/cPjH6hc1esg/s1600-h/CIMG0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbbal9zbRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/cPjH6hc1esg/s400/CIMG0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199084069760232722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buffets are really wasted on me, wished I could dapao!! Look at my sparsely filled plate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbemF9zbTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4cRFP6H5ehY/s1600-h/CIMG0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbemF9zbTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4cRFP6H5ehY/s400/CIMG0452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199087565863611698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate mousse with biscuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbfB19zbUI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-91XCbpC3fQ/s1600-h/CIMG0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbfB19zbUI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-91XCbpC3fQ/s400/CIMG0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199088042604981570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cakes! Cheesecake, mint cake, walnut brownie cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbYaV9zbOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cDSxOgj93gI/s1600-h/CIMG0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbYaV9zbOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cDSxOgj93gI/s400/CIMG0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199080766930382050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fruits and more cake! The minty cake was superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbX9V9zbNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ezM9gEix_Rw/s1600-h/CIMG0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbX9V9zbNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ezM9gEix_Rw/s400/CIMG0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199080268714175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to East Coast Lagoon last night to eat nice Singapore food :) Thanks to car drivers Darren and Aroon  we could be there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbXZF9zbMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/5iV_0ir6hz0/s1600-h/CIMG0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbXZF9zbMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/5iV_0ir6hz0/s400/CIMG0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199079645943917762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered satay beehoon, otahs, satays, chicken wings, orh lua, sugar cane and rojak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbWmF9zbLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/9v0V-4BxjqY/s1600-h/CIMG0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbWmF9zbLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/9v0V-4BxjqY/s320/CIMG0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199078769770589362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoon, Stef made me cookies and creme milkshake at her place. It was SO GOOD SO GOOD. Thanks Stef! I will start thinking of diabetes another time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-9074976805950491022?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/9074976805950491022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=9074976805950491022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9074976805950491022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9074976805950491022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmmmmmmmmmm-conrad-centennial.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCbblF9zbSI/AAAAAAAAAww/27MlETii_mg/s72-c/CIMG0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2034338231206920822</id><published>2008-05-09T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:59:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melaka mission trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wheels on the bus go round and round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCQ8OyCMfiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/67D48ZzKUv8/s1600-h/CIMG0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCQ8OyCMfiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/67D48ZzKUv8/s400/CIMG0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198346094539210274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from malacca! It was a short, TIRING mission trip but nevertheless a meaningful one. Best parts of the trip were the time with the students and eating! Teaching and talking to them were challenging. Oh was made to do devotion with staff. THAT was freaky too. It was a small team, got a bit trying I felt at times, but it was still wonderful serving together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random things i rmbed about the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there was this boy at Bukit Beruang who promptly started tearing after I said to him: "Bye! hope to see you again, although maybe I wont!" but he wasn't tearing because of me. He said: "last night I had a dream about my grandma dying." So heart-wrenching! Poor boy, he then went out of the class, drying his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met this other boy at K Seng who resembled a smaller version of that teary boy, he kept telling me he wants to throw watermelons. (cos bowling in our olympics uses watermelon instead of the bowling ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my malay failed me. this malay girl at MGS tried her hardest to speak to me in english, grabbed her shy friend to translate but the shy friend ran away. so i just tried to guess what she was trying to say, her furious nodding, biting of lips, frowning, shaking of her head was hilarious and when i finally got it she was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lydia and I were given a flower each by two other girls there. One purple and one pink flower. We got all gushy over them. Oh so sweet! oh thank you! The flowers were probably mothers day gifts on sale at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCRGPiCMfjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pW8QP9Kceq0/s1600-h/CIMG0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCRGPiCMfjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pW8QP9Kceq0/s400/CIMG0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198357102540389938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool indian flower/duster thing that we taught them how to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCRIvyCMfkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eiI6fjp3ZJQ/s1600-h/CIMG0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCRIvyCMfkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eiI6fjp3ZJQ/s320/CIMG0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198359855614426690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we caught the sunsetting one day. it was pretty! check out my facebook album for other pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2034338231206920822?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2034338231206920822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2034338231206920822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2034338231206920822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2034338231206920822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/05/melaka-mission-trip.html' title='melaka mission trip'/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SCQ8OyCMfiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/67D48ZzKUv8/s72-c/CIMG0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5917128252664447683</id><published>2008-04-28T14:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:55:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubing without the Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tubing without the Tube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always puzzled why people spend hours on youtube. Then, I was introduced to some cool vids lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tansey for link. Watch this mtv clip for beautiful flamenco dancing! and pretty women swaying to Iron and Wine's Boy with a Coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLNyVLbqdEg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLNyVLbqdEg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replayed it couple of times. Awesome hand and footwork that is strong and elegant. So much sexier than salsa ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYEU91d8ngc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYEU91d8ngc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing clip Amos sent. KT Tunstall looping her own music with back up vocals and percussion with some cool pedal thing. Get a whole band sound with just yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5917128252664447683?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5917128252664447683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5917128252664447683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5917128252664447683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5917128252664447683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/04/flamenco.html' title='Tubing without the Tube'/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1843619684143546484</id><published>2008-04-14T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:14:13.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams start this wed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read many things today, don't know if they went in but some made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my marketing notes on culture. how kids are treated as one of the adults in western society and kids in chinese society are surrounded and given alot of attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of how we like to ask lame brained questions like: your dress is so pretty who bought it for you? the 2 yr old toddler answers "Mommy" or somebody's auntie or mother, we look astonished and say she remembers! I remember sulian saying to that, "of cos she does lah". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day in church someone told me when she asked caitlin "where is caitlin?" caitlin pointed to herself. then the girl said proudly to me, "so clever right?!" haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is meredith trying to tie hair for me. she likes to do many adult things. like teach me nursery rhymes and tell me to repeat after her. "say Chi-na!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SAOAwLJToGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/M1WUyBMLATE/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SAOAwLJToGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/M1WUyBMLATE/s320/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189132760774844514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1843619684143546484?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1843619684143546484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1843619684143546484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1843619684143546484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1843619684143546484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams-start-this-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/SAOAwLJToGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/M1WUyBMLATE/s72-c/CIMG0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5899086048237836829</id><published>2008-04-10T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:06:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hooked onto Chapman's Cinderella. Watched until teary. The silhouette dancing is so pretty. The second vid explains the background to the song. Chapman wrote this song for his youngest daughters and one of his older daughters inspired this song, who happens to have the same name and same age as me! LOVE IT. His description of his younger daughters at ages 3 and 4 reminded me so much of Meredith. She's her mommy and papa's pride and joy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-uXuvxDamg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-uXuvxDamg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cinderella *&lt;br /&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spins and she sways&lt;br /&gt;To whatever song plays&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here wearing&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day&lt;br /&gt;And there's still work to do&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Dad, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle&lt;br /&gt;And I've been invited&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I approve of the dress&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowing and telling us all they had planned&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away&lt;br /&gt;But I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5899086048237836829?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5899086048237836829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5899086048237836829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5899086048237836829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5899086048237836829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella-she-spins-and-she-sways-to.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-713163796709016567</id><published>2008-03-31T18:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:50:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R_DG1KWZEaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/F-YYL57LAiU/s1600-h/sauteed+orchids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R_DG1KWZEaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/F-YYL57LAiU/s400/sauteed+orchids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861787717079458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And she came in from the little room." Helium balloons tickling with their strings and the decorations stuck themselves. Party food like scones and cakes, pouring tea with a teapot into teacups. Standing in cold waters; those cut flowers, their heads flow into eddying chaos. "All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers and the flower falls." &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She wants to have a tea party&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/33224636-713163796709016567?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/713163796709016567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=713163796709016567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/713163796709016567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/713163796709016567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-she-came-in-from-little-room.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R_DG1KWZEaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/F-YYL57LAiU/s72-c/sauteed+orchids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1899082947377714759</id><published>2008-03-22T16:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:15:25.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;You Deserve An Emily Today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for all your slogan needs. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=emily"&gt;more emily slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. Got it off Kelly's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;GREAT SELF AMUSEMENT FOR BORED PEOPLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other slogans i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Behold The Power Of Emily&lt;/span&gt; *Grand epic music!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't Be Vague. Ask For Emily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Get Back Your 'ooo' With Emily&lt;/span&gt; ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Like The Emily In You&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because Emily Is Complicated Enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emily Take Me Away! &lt;/span&gt; fly me to the moooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll Walk A Mile For An Emily&lt;/span&gt; Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uh-oh, Better Get Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advertisements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choosy Mothers Choose Emily!&lt;/span&gt; Other mothers choose UIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Scream, You Scream, We all Scream for Emily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emily With The Less Fattening Centres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It could be Emily.&lt;/span&gt; She's Maybelline! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 Out of 10 owners who Expressed a Preference Said Their Cats Preferred Emily&lt;br /&gt;Top Breeders Recommend Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the totally nonsensical ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We Build Emily &lt;br /&gt;Emily. It's Everywhere You Wanna Be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Full of Eastern Emily&lt;/span&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's in Your Emily?&lt;/span&gt; eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plink, Plink, Emily. &lt;/span&gt;plonk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Emily, No Comment&lt;br /&gt;Silly Rabbit, Emily is for Kids&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1899082947377714759?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1899082947377714759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1899082947377714759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1899082947377714759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1899082947377714759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-deserve-emily-today.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1075857370423323506</id><published>2008-03-21T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:29:15.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R-Ob_6WZEXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1a2A_DPgm1I/s1600-h/CIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R-Ob_6WZEXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1a2A_DPgm1I/s320/CIMG0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180155518703440242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering good friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cloudy gray day today again! Reminds me almost of lousy days in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing about this year's good friday. Looking at the cross again, it puts me to shame! Then the overflowing thanksgiving that comes from the deeper appreciation of God my Provider and my Savior, Jesus Christ. That's more than enough to chase away the gray downcast sky in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1075857370423323506?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1075857370423323506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1075857370423323506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1075857370423323506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1075857370423323506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/remembering-good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R-Ob_6WZEXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1a2A_DPgm1I/s72-c/CIMG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1994904995996537144</id><published>2008-03-21T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:10:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R-OP46WZEVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VrRMJOpuBLQ/s1600-h/CIMG0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R-OP46WZEVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VrRMJOpuBLQ/s200/CIMG0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180142204304822610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHEAP FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cookies and cream milkshake with fake jukeboxes at Billy bombers after lunch at JurongPoint ytd. Awesome stuff, almost like icecream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly killed ourselves sitting in for Stef's IT programming lecture at NUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo shopping for birthdays. Saw this 3 cool changing rooms, one with a pole dancing platform (with wig for whoever's feeling kinkky while trying on lingerie) and this other turquoise room (which Val liked very much) had the most gorgeous lights that look like a bouquet of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown. We had really good aglio olio at Agliolio, thanks to Kel's recommendation. I was happy eating it and I highly recommend this place too! I had MILD(spiciness) Sotong aglio olio and I still have garlic breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to listen to the "one man show" at Harry's, the one at Esplanade. Met lotsa people!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go out, you go all out. I'm a little bummed. I think cos my wallet is emptied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1994904995996537144?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1994904995996537144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1994904995996537144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1994904995996537144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1994904995996537144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheap-fun-had-cookies-and-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5145126419033820446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5145126419033820446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5145126419033820446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5145126419033820446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-again-i-look-upon-cross-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6356338068291712874</id><published>2008-03-11T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:10:09.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewatchers.praisetabernacle.net/passion%20Of%20Christ%20Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thewatchers.praisetabernacle.net/passion%20Of%20Christ%20Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem that day&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street&lt;br /&gt;But the crowd pressed in to see&lt;br /&gt;The Man condemned to die on Calvary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bleeding from a beating, there were stripes upon His back&lt;br /&gt;And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head&lt;br /&gt;And He bore with every step&lt;br /&gt;The scorn of those who cried out for His death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering&lt;br /&gt;Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ the King,&lt;br /&gt;But He chose to walk that road out of&lt;br /&gt;His love for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Por la Via Dolorosa, triste dia en Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Los saldados le abrian paso a Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Mas la gente se acercaba&lt;br /&gt;Para ver al que llevaba aquella cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la Via Dolorosa, que es la via del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Como oveja vino Cristo, Rey, Senor&lt;br /&gt;Y fue El quien quiso ir por su amor por ti y por mi&lt;br /&gt;Por la Via Dolorosa al Calvario y a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood that would cleanse the souls of all men&lt;br /&gt;Made its way through the heart of Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering&lt;br /&gt;Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ the King&lt;br /&gt;But He chose to walk that road out of His love for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sandi patti&lt;br /&gt;via dolorosa (way of suffering)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6356338068291712874?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6356338068291712874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6356338068291712874&amp;isPopup=true' 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it?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you trade it for something&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere better just to have it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where your love is?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that you lost it?&lt;br /&gt;You felt it so strong, but&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's turned out how you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bless my soul&lt;br /&gt;You're a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Of anything you hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I need&lt;br /&gt;Is the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;And a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onerepublic&lt;br /&gt;say (all i need)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5493476103032288724?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5493476103032288724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lorenzo's Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/lorenzos-oil-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/lorenzos-oil-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched this awesome movie ytd during bio in pop media class. "Lorenzo's Oil is a 1992 drama film directed by George Miller. It is based on the TRUE story of Augusto and Michaela Odone, two parents in a relentless search for a cure for their son Lorenzo's adrenoleukodystrophy (ALD)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of how deep a parent's love for their child can be! that non medical literate parents study biology and medicine, give up so much money, time, and themselves for their son. To think that human parents would go so far for their child! What more God who sent his son down to die for us! His love is so much so much more! Was quite upset after several events which included a mtg ytd. seriously sleep deprived, anxious over looming datelines.. A change in my perspective on how I was looking at my life and living it was called for. Was living my own agenda thats why I was worrying. But I was to live God's purposes and remember His love for me. How gentle and timely is God's reminder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and the italian accent was so sexy. Jo and I were gushing (only a bit) about how articulate the daddy was. Brilliant acting. First it was Ethan Hawke cos he was eyecandy *distracted* ...Nick Nolte is 67 this year and it'll be wrong to gush in the same way about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to homework. *sighhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the drama during the writing of papers. Lethargy. Dizziness. Allergy. Madness. Liquidation of brain matter (vmuch like ALD). Asphyxiation. Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you figure out love is all that matters after all, it sure makes everything else seem so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4328132528447811858?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4328132528447811858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4328132528447811858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4328132528447811858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4328132528447811858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/lorenzos-oil-watched-this-awesome-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8864401537349292691</id><published>2008-03-04T13:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:14:00.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;试看用华语来blog&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;母语好久没用了， &lt;br /&gt;不想以后有许多有所难堪的感触，&lt;br /&gt;可惜，失望，后悔，&lt;br /&gt;以及失去使用发表能力。那时侯来不及了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天， 到了学校才发现早晨的课取消了！ &lt;br /&gt;我一大侵早九点中得等到下午两点半。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四小时在图书馆玩电脑， fbing， msning，&lt;br /&gt;做功课。nearly fainted but 喜欢突然有多余时间。&lt;br /&gt;也不是说浪费了时间啦，&lt;br /&gt;只想那几个钟头多睡一点也爽。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从今天起会好好努力check email.&lt;br /&gt;可是不是第一次咯！老师在上课一个钟头前才给email。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咳， 不行啦。。&lt;br /&gt;哎呀我的母语本来就不行的。 &lt;br /&gt;心血来潮就到此为止。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8864401537349292691?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8864401537349292691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8864401537349292691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8864401537349292691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8864401537349292691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-fbing-msning-nearly-fainted-but.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6413229310625480553</id><published>2008-02-26T16:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:16:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay hooray for mos milkshake and BK sundae pie. they can make your day. plus ben and jerry free cone day is &lt;s&gt;round the corner.&lt;/s&gt; like on APRIL. 29. The only two men who understand women are Ben and Jerry. i need my daily fix. feeling rubbishy when it's time to do papers and presentations. keeping the mood takes all the energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the wk:&lt;br /&gt;Why do cows dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make milkshake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited at 1am]&lt;br /&gt;I finished the plot for AJ story! Hallelujah! just intensive major ops now: editing.&lt;br /&gt;watched some postmod stuff on youtube. pomo is the new indie. thought about 21st bday cos of hype about planning early! stef volunteered herself and kel to plan. yaynesssss. just listened to some composed songs by people! inspired. wanna learn guit. so many things. visit jaclyn n joash. play wii with val again. eat icecream. lots. plan bday gig haha. tmr get to see ernsee! felt rubbished having to go mktg mtg tmr and how i saw n prepped the wrong tutorial qn! have this strange urge to detail thoughts today. hm. ok i'm going to faint infront of com. slp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6413229310625480553?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6413229310625480553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6413229310625480553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6413229310625480553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6413229310625480553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-hooray-for-mos-milkshake-and-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5934310952452020563</id><published>2008-02-26T00:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:12:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;'02&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R8LzBYyRO6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GCzdbCmfC2Q/s1600-h/opening_ceremony_band4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R8LzBYyRO6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GCzdbCmfC2Q/s320/opening_ceremony_band4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170962527333464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;our song&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our song is that giggly girl talk,&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, getting supper&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real soft&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's late and your papa picks up &lt;br /&gt;Our song is the way you cry &lt;br /&gt;The first day of school "girl! do something about that hair!" &lt;br /&gt;And when I got home before I said Amen&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if He could play it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard every album, listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waited for something to come along&lt;br /&gt;That was as good as our song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adapted from Taylor Swift's Our Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5934310952452020563?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5934310952452020563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5934310952452020563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5934310952452020563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5934310952452020563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-song-is-giggly-girl-talk-sneakin.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R8LzBYyRO6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GCzdbCmfC2Q/s72-c/opening_ceremony_band4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6198829487802733178</id><published>2008-02-24T13:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:09:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cruelest thing to not have loved at all, to have never been exasperated by affection, to be in denial of the urge to protect and be protected, to possess no willingness to be broken and be gathered up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those wretched stabbings into the dark! Then bled, died, once and for all restored to complete mirrors, shards becoming whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6198829487802733178?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6198829487802733178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6198829487802733178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6198829487802733178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6198829487802733178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-fragments-warrant-those-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-354438377663458209</id><published>2008-02-20T01:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:12:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started on Pride and Prejudice the book first time! Still think it's one of the most wonderful love story. Eliza Bennett is so cool I think if you're a normal girl, you'll want to be like her- fun, quick with witticisms, opinionated and yet feminine. Guess what's different about her is cos she's decidedly willful against things she disagree with but still submissive when she has to. Oh and for all that Mr Darcy is worth- tall dark handsome and brooding, plus all the good and noble stuff he does later, I can't decide if I'd like him. Something about him not quite right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand Mr Bennett. If he cant tolerate Mrs Bennett's stupid comments and superficiality WHY did he marry her and then call her and his other girls SILLY and other mean names, since he's into intellectual talks and sensibilities. Really doesn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we sang this love song Realize by Colbie Caillet and this break up song Over You by Chris Daughtry. I like the songs. Amused the first song is about desiring relationship and then the other one about wanting to forget about relationship. We are such troubled people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna go for Garage this friday 7pm! Norman says I only talk to the jc guys when I'm evangelising. but no leh.. it was a facebook invite..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scary and side note. I (tgt with the manager) made donut.fac deal with 144 worth of unsold donuts ytd due to miscom. I would just faint if I had to pay for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-354438377663458209?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/354438377663458209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=354438377663458209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/354438377663458209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/354438377663458209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/started-on-pride-and-prejudice-book.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5836006516452712049</id><published>2008-02-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:08:59.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bishop Solomon's article "Notes on spiritual short cuts" caught my eye in the Methodist Message today and it made me think of a passage from Ecclesiastes. Think it's a good reminder for me, as I find myself rushing about doing things, putting things off, or doing things halfheartedly, regretting stuff, not thinking about stuff...forgetting that all things happen for a reason. There are things that have to be done, to keep doing and to wait. Indeed for everything there is a season, a time for every matter under heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccl. 3:1 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2   a time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3   a time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to break down, and a time to build up; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4   a time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to mourn, and a time to dance; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5   a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6   a time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to keep, and a time to cast away; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7   a time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;    a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8   a time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;    a time for war, and a time for peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is it that "in the Kingdom, real growth takes time. The King has all the time in the world and He takes delight in seeing things grow and mature in the right season... bringing them to maturity and perfection through His own process of nurture.  It takes years of training (and suffering) for them to look like the King's son. That is the King's ultimate purpose."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5836006516452712049?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5836006516452712049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5836006516452712049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5836006516452712049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5836006516452712049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/bishop-solomons-article-notes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8365427814445828019</id><published>2008-02-10T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:05:23.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read Italo Calvino's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Memoirs of Casanova&lt;/span&gt;. On Love and variations on Love. Did this reading together with Samuel Beckett's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;First Love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responses are the usual disillusionment with perfect and commercialized love. Gives affirmation for further indulgence in cynicism of love: its inability to be constant. The variations show love's experimental nature [and includes Beckett's controversial anti-aesthetic love (true love that is the fascination of the ugly and grotesque- i think this is really mad. But doesn't quite apply because we pander more to heartshapes on vday, even fascinations with nubile girls, than excrement and other sick stuff. Not like gross is better than frivolity or lust but scary how these can be mistaken for love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memoirs of Casanova&lt;/span&gt;. his fickleness is pitifully laughable(if we succeed in distancing ourselves). In his effort to transform variedly for lovers, his love invariably overlaps and becomes an inheritance of past lovers. Eg. Liking one who reminds him of another. The woman's previous lovers form her expressions of love and he turns into one of her measures for future lovers, much to his jealousy. So first love for the absolute grounding position? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so. It is the one love that so completely enamors. Don't think it's possible to completely defamiliarize from that notion of love which had been made known to us. However said, disappointment with love sadly does create the urge to conceal congeal confuse itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's a standard that is so sure and real. Lam. 3:22 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. This is perhaps my confidence and small amount of comfort. For another, discontentment might attest to this perfect standard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8365427814445828019?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8365427814445828019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8365427814445828019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8365427814445828019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8365427814445828019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/read-italo-calvinos-memoirs-of-casanova.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6258288834219494608</id><published>2008-02-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:23:06.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have &lt;s&gt;every reason in the world&lt;/s&gt; just my grades to think abt when I write a postmodern short story instead of the essay. the research paper and author study options are making me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bored out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;. surreptitious sneaky prof. baiting us to our deaths (: Notice how the plotline of committing suicide runs thru many pomo stories. Like Yellow Wallpaper where the lines run off and commit suicide. ngahh. cliche gets tiresome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wrote a quick abstract in a hour, I don't know how to end it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story of Amelia Jane. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can rule out making her come out of her pretty story and do something to me the author. that would be like plagiarising. I want to make her realize shes a painting within a painting within a painting on the wall. Thot it'll be fun to make her go through layers of painting till shes completely insane and goes quite mad trying to commit the uncommitable suicide, slashing her paper frock, ruining her perfect unruinable house with an axe made of paper. Amazing how I tried to make her like American Mcgee's Alice and she's quite adamant to not resemble one bit like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit. (of cos finding the narrator who hangs her on the wall and the narrator finding out she's also in a painting, told by another narrator who happens to be hanging the first narrator on her wall and it goes on, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;infinitus&lt;/span&gt;. lotsa self reflexivity, time and space warp, interruptions to common sense and a recognition of a death that goes round and round, deeper and deeper, wider and wider in pictures. too simple?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6258288834219494608?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6258288834219494608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6258288834219494608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6258288834219494608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6258288834219494608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-every-reason-in-world-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3618783331549117265</id><published>2008-02-02T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:53:09.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Raymond and Ginny's Wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QQ9s3uyoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hBuo7kyN5-4/s1600-h/CIMG2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QQ9s3uyoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hBuo7kyN5-4/s320/CIMG2290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162269725076408962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QQA83uynI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A5KBfTYlGSk/s1600-h/CIMG2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QQA83uynI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A5KBfTYlGSk/s320/CIMG2288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162268681399356018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QO-M3uymI/AAAAAAAAAsE/mW2kPAFk_1Q/s1600-h/CIMG2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QO-M3uymI/AAAAAAAAAsE/mW2kPAFk_1Q/s320/CIMG2283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162267534643087970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QOVs3uylI/AAAAAAAAAr8/JzBJt-VnyDY/s1600-h/CIMG2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QOVs3uylI/AAAAAAAAAr8/JzBJt-VnyDY/s320/CIMG2281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162266838858386002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QNLM3uykI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-jTgYJ9dcIo/s1600-h/CIMG2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QNLM3uykI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-jTgYJ9dcIo/s320/CIMG2275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162265558958131778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QMZM3uyjI/AAAAAAAAArs/lEhxQSHqmWY/s1600-h/CIMG2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QMZM3uyjI/AAAAAAAAArs/lEhxQSHqmWY/s320/CIMG2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162264699964672562" /&gt;&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/33224636-3618783331549117265?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3618783331549117265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3618783331549117265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3618783331549117265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3618783331549117265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/raymond-and-ginnys-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QQ9s3uyoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hBuo7kyN5-4/s72-c/CIMG2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3004362545036567593</id><published>2008-02-02T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:05:59.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kelly's 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QIR83uyfI/AAAAAAAAArM/ejQtYpwSnBw/s1600-h/CIMG2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QIR83uyfI/AAAAAAAAArM/ejQtYpwSnBw/s320/CIMG2230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162260177364109810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brownie Moon cake(rock) Stef and I baked for Kel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QIaM3uygI/AAAAAAAAArU/bZMci-Gx908/s1600-h/CIMG2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QIaM3uygI/AAAAAAAAArU/bZMci-Gx908/s320/CIMG2189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162260319098030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QKXc3uyhI/AAAAAAAAArc/cF6Yd9Zg0gQ/s1600-h/stefemkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QKXc3uyhI/AAAAAAAAArc/cF6Yd9Zg0gQ/s320/stefemkel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162262470876645906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QKps3uyiI/AAAAAAAAArk/0sfz24Q97qw/s1600-h/kellyncake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QKps3uyiI/AAAAAAAAArk/0sfz24Q97qw/s320/kellyncake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162262784409258530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken at Holland V's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Essential Brew&lt;/span&gt;, where the 'surprise' party for her was held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were treated to some really cool stuff at Clarke Quay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pump Room&lt;/span&gt;. Cant rmb the fancy names: tenderloin steak with potatoes, some fish, duck thigh with cheese, some seafood platter looking thing, seafood aglio olio, salad and desert. Managed to get pictures of dessert only because we were famished when the mains came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QGM83uycI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xnQKxu7PtHU/s1600-h/CIMG2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QGM83uycI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xnQKxu7PtHU/s200/CIMG2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162257892441508290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interesting place with fibre lights hanging from the ceiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QG4M3uydI/AAAAAAAAAq8/I5I_NCQiltA/s1600-h/CIMG2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QG4M3uydI/AAAAAAAAAq8/I5I_NCQiltA/s200/CIMG2267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162258635470850514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy sweet thing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QHsM3uyeI/AAAAAAAAArE/YeKoUAkDJ0c/s1600-h/CIMG2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QHsM3uyeI/AAAAAAAAArE/YeKoUAkDJ0c/s200/CIMG2268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162259528824048098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy sweet thing two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3004362545036567593?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3004362545036567593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3004362545036567593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3004362545036567593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3004362545036567593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/02/kellys-21st-choc-brownie-moon-cakerock.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R6QIR83uyfI/AAAAAAAAArM/ejQtYpwSnBw/s72-c/CIMG2230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2072896357686112614</id><published>2008-01-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:28:31.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes how can I forget CNY! I love CNY. I'm so excited to see my cousins again. Been facebooking some of them saying: CYA for CNY! I don't know, I guess it's the excitement of gathering. More than being caught up with the festivities (besides ang bow collecting I can't think of anything else), I need to think of things to do during those three days to engage smaller cousins rather than standing around looking pretty idle, getting interrogations about being attached and letting aunties slap my butt. It's most embarrassing. Oh my gosh i just realized my 3 yr old cousin was playing Wiibowling or some tv bowling game last year and hey... since when Wii came out so early.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. what to do with small kids!!! besides taking pictures, having pillow fights and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered something hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after watching Gillian chase kids around)&lt;br /&gt;me: You like kids hor?   &lt;br /&gt;Gil: Yup&lt;br /&gt;me: Are you a pedophile? &lt;br /&gt;gil: What's a pedophile?&lt;br /&gt;me: Someone who likes kids ALOT...&lt;br /&gt;Gil: Yup I'm a pedophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine: EMILY, TELL HER THE REAL MEANING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not have been verbatim but it really cracked me up. Don't know if i told her in the end. think I said Michael Jackson. But of cos she's FAR from that sicko. Gillian is awesome with kids, they seem to run to her like magnets. Was playing with Mere the other day. She involves me with whatever she's playing or doing rather than me playing with her actually. Oh i miss mere already, she's such a dear sweetheart! Can't wait to see her and the smallies during CNY again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2072896357686112614?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2072896357686112614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2072896357686112614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2072896357686112614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2072896357686112614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes-how-can-i-forget-cny-i-love-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1990121856699242673</id><published>2008-01-24T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:07:16.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R5hetc3uyRI/AAAAAAAAApk/OS31aCc_pqI/s1600-h/CIMG2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R5hetc3uyRI/AAAAAAAAApk/OS31aCc_pqI/s320/CIMG2167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158977508089973010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling hungry alot lately. YEARNING for food. Went to Ikea to eat again not too long ago and the food amazingly tasted better. The chickenwings were awesome. Meatballs were surprisingly wonderful too. It must be the hunger and company. A silly adapted meatball song came to me the first time I ate the meatballs. I didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It comes with potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Cream covered not cheese,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;Cos meatball's Swedish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea made us think of good marketing. Even students and adults who don't buy furniture go there to eat, jalan jalan and buy useless things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some students in school have been publicizing Vday goods for V-day now, before they start peddling them. Flowers, chocs, bears etc. They did that during marketing lectures. Guess lit lectures have too little people. Stef gave me a box of Cadbury chocolates ytd! oooh so happy. I'll get to eat brownie, muffins, cupcakes and other delicious stuff pretty soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1990121856699242673?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1990121856699242673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1990121856699242673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1990121856699242673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1990121856699242673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-feeling-hungry-alot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R5hetc3uyRI/AAAAAAAAApk/OS31aCc_pqI/s72-c/CIMG2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8334865399473414920</id><published>2008-01-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:00:49.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...something mortifying happened yesterday and then my dignity fell asunder. I don't know how to describe it without sucking in composing breaths over each little pieces of mortified me. but I shall try. I shall just jump right in. it's terrible the way i've been feeling about things lately, how terribly these OCD inclinations/agitations/evasions seem to be over the most trivial/GORMY matters... they appear mortifyingly funny. like a biuge mortified joke. but life is hardly a joke. it's 'grim', 'full of mortis' but hardly a joke. even when I can pun on rigor mortis. It would describe absolutely what I'm feeling right now. dead stiff. because we don't take jokes seriously and life is to be taken seriously. I really mean this, not trying to be daft, esp about life. I pray to be serious about the right things that calls for propriety and sensibilities- It's no wonder they get all gorm-y (i.e silly in the head when they don't take life seriously. alcoholics and druggies writing in stupor while they're on their way to die in the most mortified and confused manners). Perhaps then we ought to divide life into pieces bite sized cheese cake strawberry maybe it's hayberry or some sort of giddy berries that give those dizzying effects. told to chew nice and slow don't choke on the little pieces of swirly berry bits. then the sensations sorta spreads and burst on your tonguebuds. like those OCD impulses. like impulses externally segmented, targeted and positioned. MORTIFYING I SAY. mortify a child in the school yard. the mortified self realizes it's just part of life. get serious about it. get seriously mortified and let it go. don't make it into a senseless discourse about cake. it doesn't go round in dizzy circles like pretty swirls on the cheese colored berry blue cake nor is it like this paragraph that continues into the beginning which starts and ends into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rainbows are made of sunlight and rain -Elisabeth Elliot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-19060737.jpg?size=67&amp;uid={b206f378-352e-4f7f-b8c0-efc215465019}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-19060737.jpg?size=67&amp;uid={b206f378-352e-4f7f-b8c0-efc215465019}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8334865399473414920?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8334865399473414920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8334865399473414920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8334865399473414920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8334865399473414920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-595519790595416264</id><published>2008-01-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:05:01.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;let it go/on the side of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I think we've been here before. I recognize this place. I've seen the marks of confusion, wipe out a single sign of grace. And I don't want to play anymore. Not when the stakes are so high. So before we circle round once more. I'm gonna lay down, lay down my pride. Let it go, let it be. Don't waste all your emotion on this tit-for-tat machine. Let it go, let it be. Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the TV and it screams out at me. Nothing seems to have changed since the start of Adam and Eve. So we're waiting for the sky to fall and we're buying brand new toys. But before we circle round once more, can we lay down, just lay down this pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm not the easiest person to love. I'm often the one who lets things go unresolved. Yet you choose to be on the side of me. I'm not too proud of some things. I've done in my life. The skeletons in my closet. Are too big for me to hide. Yet you choose to be on the side of me. Blessed Charity, You're on the side of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold when it's cold outside and there's no place to go. Everyone needs a friend to hold all alone I cried there was no place to go. I remember when nobody cared but you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-595519790595416264?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/595519790595416264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=595519790595416264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/595519790595416264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/595519790595416264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-goon-side-of-me-i-think-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-934876804183436257</id><published>2008-01-10T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:17:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;MLY Accessories&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will be on consignment &lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;font size="4"&gt;SMU WEEKENDS Bazaar!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the help of lovely friends from &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://anthology.sg/"&gt;Anthology.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, Jeannette and Serene :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/emelye87/weekends_bazaar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLY's avant-garde and bohemian pieces are notable for their idiosyncrasies in both style and material. Colourful chunky trinkets range from sweet to spunky to posh. Signature polymer claybeads from popular clay artists are used in almost all creations. Their defining qualities definitely bring quirkyness to the individual! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited creations and creations previously up on sale will be at the WEEKENDS bazaar! Above are a mishmash of some of the available items! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Date: 11th-13th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday and Sunday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: from 12pm to 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Singapore Management University SMU, &lt;br /&gt;School of Economics and Social Sciences&lt;br /&gt;(Near Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station, towards The Cathay)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-934876804183436257?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/934876804183436257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=934876804183436257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/934876804183436257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/934876804183436257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/mlys-world-accessories-will-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1647581151546186086</id><published>2008-01-09T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:27:46.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a week since I went on the Proj Serve Adventure Camp! A week since I biked 16km, trekked 25km, did all kinds of exercises that my body usually isn't used to. Thought I was going to be a wreck in the aftermath and I normally am, but I'm glad and proud to say that God has healed me fast! I didn't feel nauseous and no more aches! Woohooo praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1647581151546186086?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1647581151546186086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1647581151546186086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1647581151546186086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1647581151546186086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-week-since-i-went-on-proj.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-4883151448904463089</id><published>2008-01-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:07:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R4IkAUkxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/dSstQv46cnc/s1600-h/brilliant-church-cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R4IkAUkxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/dSstQv46cnc/s400/brilliant-church-cartoon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152720511606818418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4883151448904463089?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4883151448904463089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4883151448904463089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4883151448904463089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4883151448904463089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_9592.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R4IkAUkxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/dSstQv46cnc/s72-c/brilliant-church-cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-4233985121866013955</id><published>2008-01-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:35:55.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.weblogcartoons.com/cb/emerging-church-1.gif" alt="cartoon from www.weblogcartoons.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cartoon by &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonchurch.com/blog/"&gt;Dave Walker&lt;/a&gt;. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at &lt;a href="http://www.weblogcartoons.com/"&gt;We Blog Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4233985121866013955?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4233985121866013955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4233985121866013955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4233985121866013955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4233985121866013955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/cartoon-by-dave-walker.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1493714534772849804</id><published>2008-01-05T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:49:23.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a quiet heartening way the awareness of reaching my 21st year came about while huddling on Camp Christine's bunk beds :) The midst of happy twitter over seniority, futures and chickennutbread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1493714534772849804?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1493714534772849804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1493714534772849804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1493714534772849804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1493714534772849804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-quiet-heartening-way-awareness-of.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5317376625679549427</id><published>2007-12-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:57:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to X or not to X &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were busy correcting others because they typed "Merry Xmas" instead of "Merry Christmas". I've been corrected maybe 10 times just this Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTmas means Christ Has Come. So the use of "X" to take Christ's place is like crossing out Christ in Christmas or X represents an unknown when it's obviously known. So yes, so many have been exasperatedly telling me this, I'm thankful I didn't spam people "Merry Xmas" or I would have been cross examined and grilled why I took Christ away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing from someone that X far from crossing out Christ actually brings attention to Christ focusing on the Cross (X) and therefore what Christ did on the Cross. I guess Easter has to be linked to Christmas or else Christ coming would have been pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend questioned why the cross is slanted, some cult ah he said. I replied that it's Jesus dragging the Cross to Calvary. I was quite desperate to show that X is just a symbol and it could mean anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, those were attempts to explain myself whilst not fully aware that people are sensitive to words. Words are powerful. If a word is not helpful, i.e has bad connotations, I don't think new interpretations of X can change much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately among Christians it does not matter what X stands for because we all recognise that the day celebrates Christ's coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lyrics to the song &lt;b&gt;Hope Has Come&lt;/b&gt;, a song which seriously gave my memory a hard time. It's a cool upbeat song..a new introduction to our usual medley of carols this Christmas. It was a joyful yet humbling reminder for me why Christ came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us sing with the angel voices, Let us join their happy song&lt;br /&gt;All of heaven and earth rejoices, for the Lamb of God has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He has come to rescue sinners, come to meet our desperate need&lt;br /&gt;He was born to bring forgiveness, born for Calvary!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us lay our gifts before Him, let us magnify His name&lt;br /&gt;With our thankful hearts adore Him, for the Lord has come to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He has come to break sin's power, He has come to set us free&lt;br /&gt;Hope was born that glorious hour, Christ the mighty King!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hope was come!&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Christ has come!&lt;br /&gt;We once were slaves in misery till You appeared and set us free!&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Christ has come! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5317376625679549427?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5317376625679549427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5317376625679549427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5317376625679549427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5317376625679549427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-x-or-not-to-x-some-people-were-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-4219248119156298462</id><published>2007-12-25T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:09:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK GOD FOR FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Good food is awesome and my appetite is getting better! Had some really late night suppers, Birthday and Christmas food the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had &lt;b&gt;Mcdonalds' big breakfast&lt;/b&gt; and finished it. The &lt;em&gt;Sausage, Omelette and Hashbrown&lt;/em&gt; never tasted better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at &lt;b&gt;Junior's potluck Xmas Party&lt;/b&gt;, there were &lt;em&gt;Ikea Meatballs, Aglio Olio, Tea leaf eggs, Fried rice, Ham, Hotdogs and Pineapple, Salad, Tomato and Chicken Soup, Munchy Donuts, Strawberry Cheesecake, Brownies with Choc toppings, Peanutbutter Cookies and Swenson's Ice cream Logcake&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R3DrdUkxhlI/AAAAAAAAApE/keIv1-C2KTQ/s1600-h/CIMG1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R3DrdUkxhlI/AAAAAAAAApE/keIv1-C2KTQ/s200/CIMG1952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147873263056160338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R3UQj0kxhmI/AAAAAAAAApU/g1fUEfjm1rQ/s1600-h/CIMG1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R3UQj0kxhmI/AAAAAAAAApU/g1fUEfjm1rQ/s200/CIMG1956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149039956562380386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 23rd, went to watch Kelly and Wild Empire. Got to eat &lt;b&gt;MOS Burger&lt;/b&gt; for supper, didn't get to eat the hotdogs though, not enough dogs to kill. Then had bits of &lt;em&gt;Oyster omelette and fried Carrotcake&lt;/em&gt; much later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd was Yiwen's Birthday! She celebrated it at &lt;b&gt;Blooie's&lt;/b&gt;. The food was shiok, they had this &lt;em&gt;Marinated Dory fish&lt;/em&gt; with tar tar sauce that wasn't fishy! And &lt;em&gt;mini bite-sized Potatoes, Meatballs, Chicken fillets, Beef patties for Hamburgers, Doritos with salsa sauce&lt;/em&gt;, TURKEY and my fav &lt;em&gt;Tomatoes in salad&lt;/em&gt;. Oh Yiwen's birthday &lt;em&gt;Blueberry Cheesecake&lt;/em&gt; was rich and yummy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th, got to eat &lt;em&gt;Swenson's Cookies and Cream icecream Log&lt;/em&gt; that made me phlegmy on stage. Had a nice lunch too. Then ate a late night supper after FM Change at &lt;b&gt;Bali House&lt;/b&gt;. Kindly paid by Jy. &lt;em&gt;Seafood platter&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Prawns, Calamari, Sambal stingray, Mixed grill with chicken, mutton and beef, Shrimp money bags, and Chicken wings&lt;/em&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there'll be more food at Roy and Ailin's place tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW PIGGEDDY IM FEELING AFTER THE PAST WK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4219248119156298462?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4219248119156298462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4219248119156298462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4219248119156298462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4219248119156298462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-god-for-food_25.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R3DrdUkxhlI/AAAAAAAAApE/keIv1-C2KTQ/s72-c/CIMG1952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2356105724437006655</id><published>2007-12-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:40:37.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made 5 pairs of earrings, read a friend type BORED 8 times, with variations like 'sian' and adjs like 'lazy'... I would rather be bored any day than being stressed from so many things. That's if I've a choice but I don't usually and if doing many things doesn't produce stress, I always gladly oblige; continued watching Stairway To Heaven, made me so sad I don't think I like it very much; read abit; scrabbled; registered for modules at 9.30a.m oh and the highly sort after prof had been so kind to give a space for me for a highly sort after class. Am quite delighted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my stuff below have gone on consignment with raymond. Please drop by my site &lt;a href="http://m-ly.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;HERE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to do last minute xmas shopping! I've got another set of the triplet earrings going at the price of a pair, more lego (tiny ones this time) and more pretty claybeads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R2Js-UkxhiI/AAAAAAAAAos/cfmi8ibVoic/s1600-h/CIMG1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R2Js-UkxhiI/AAAAAAAAAos/cfmi8ibVoic/s200/CIMG1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143793542341166626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2356105724437006655?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2356105724437006655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2356105724437006655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2356105724437006655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2356105724437006655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-hum-today-i-made-5-pairs-of-earrings.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R2Js-UkxhiI/AAAAAAAAAos/cfmi8ibVoic/s72-c/CIMG1778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3586391467332800109</id><published>2007-12-12T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:45:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xmas is round the corner! I like Xmas. I made a list during exams, of some arbitrary words I think of when I think "XMAS" and other general words that came to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staring at them for awhile, to my horror I saw that I have succumbed to the romanticized notion of happy things! How sappy, how cliched, how unrealistic...read too much enidblyton, watched too much marypoppins and soundofmusic while growing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite how the skeptical side of my brain scoffs...they make me think of &lt;em&gt;Heaven&lt;/em&gt;! I sure do hope that heaven has these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;babies wildflowers confetti  &lt;br /&gt;wintrylandscapes fireplace lovedcompany&lt;br /&gt;dew love mistletoe barefeet hugs milk&amp;cheese&lt;br /&gt;stuffedturkey merrylittleXmas OlittletownofBethlehem&lt;br /&gt;ponies enchantedforests eiderdown runningchildren&lt;br /&gt;slowafternoons skyhues goldsilver &lt;br /&gt;eveningdrizzles poppies rootbeer marshmallow &lt;br /&gt;goats valleymeadows snowcappedpeaks  &lt;br /&gt;warmsand shoreline softmoonlight&lt;br /&gt;smiles quietreading laughter pillows&lt;br /&gt;cottagehouses ivy windingpaths &lt;br /&gt;gales windmills creakygates farwawaymusic&lt;br /&gt;stonecobbledroad quaintantiques bells&lt;br /&gt;sunshine holyspirit rain &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3586391467332800109?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3586391467332800109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3586391467332800109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3586391467332800109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3586391467332800109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-is-round-corner-i-like-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5279955334969038126</id><published>2007-12-03T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:12:05.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding, he sings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5279955334969038126?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5279955334969038126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5279955334969038126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5279955334969038126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5279955334969038126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/opera-is-when-guy-gets-stabbed-in-back.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7058588126236269185</id><published>2007-12-02T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:38:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KR2YUm6II/AAAAAAAAAoM/0xCWMRWG_2M/s1600-R/CIMG1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KR2YUm6II/AAAAAAAAAoM/WxP-WG9Z-Xg/s200/CIMG1754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139330488211007618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No use hiding cos Rachel and I found out that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KSxoUm6JI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zIYgWMsLLmc/s1600-R/CIMG1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KSxoUm6JI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fuzEa-27jgU/s200/CIMG1762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139331506118256786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some girl with alot of money &lt;br /&gt;went to watch Enchanted with both of us hahaha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KWLoUm6KI/AAAAAAAAAoc/X9bJjMDGKG0/s1600-R/CIMG1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KWLoUm6KI/AAAAAAAAAoc/GiwfsG9k_2M/s200/CIMG1775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139335251329738914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel's back for Xmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KWyIUm6LI/AAAAAAAAAok/vmhM3XnUY4c/s1600-R/CIMG1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KWyIUm6LI/AAAAAAAAAok/FGgYqvfX0LU/s200/CIMG1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139335912754702514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to drumming&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7058588126236269185?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7058588126236269185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7058588126236269185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7058588126236269185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7058588126236269185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-use-hiding-cos-rachel-and-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R1KR2YUm6II/AAAAAAAAAoM/WxP-WG9Z-Xg/s72-c/CIMG1754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8156292341395760912</id><published>2007-11-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:01:41.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R06wlRJv9nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5Wg_7oiBjvk/s1600-h/CIMG1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R06wlRJv9nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5Wg_7oiBjvk/s200/CIMG1745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138238379182257778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since we all met up. Shannon and I finished exams yesterday Yay. And we went to happy at Amos' place today with John. Recorded &lt;em&gt;The Randy Song&lt;/em&gt; with many takes and decided to save time by skyping it LIVE over to him at the office!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8156292341395760912?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8156292341395760912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8156292341395760912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8156292341395760912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8156292341395760912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-has-been-while-since-we-all-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R06wlRJv9nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5Wg_7oiBjvk/s72-c/CIMG1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7519065103847482949</id><published>2007-11-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:49:15.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Study hard then can play ok? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6OBJv9kI/AAAAAAAAAns/CWcWIvL2MYw/s1600-h/studyfriends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6OBJv9kI/AAAAAAAAAns/CWcWIvL2MYw/s320/studyfriends.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137193443703912002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Stef at Woodlands Civics&lt;br /&gt;With Jo at Jurong East&lt;br /&gt;Kel and Angie at Bishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6jxJv9mI/AAAAAAAAAn8/nmphATgT5jk/s1600-h/Photo+99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6jxJv9mI/AAAAAAAAAn8/nmphATgT5jk/s200/Photo+99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137193817366066786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6bxJv9lI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X8FimtPb4ZE/s1600-h/Photo+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6bxJv9lI/AAAAAAAAAn0/X8FimtPb4ZE/s200/Photo+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137193679927113298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL and MD studying at Starbucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7519065103847482949?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7519065103847482949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7519065103847482949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7519065103847482949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7519065103847482949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/study-hard-then-can-play-ok-sl-and-md.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R0r6OBJv9kI/AAAAAAAAAns/CWcWIvL2MYw/s72-c/studyfriends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3610679490425926900</id><published>2007-11-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:20:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You're studying Indian lit? Red Indian?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3610679490425926900?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3610679490425926900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3610679490425926900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3610679490425926900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3610679490425926900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-studying-indian-lit-red-indian.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8306961351142144107</id><published>2007-11-20T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:41:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only 2 papers done...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the chief invigilator jokingly said we can't start writing before he says so or else they'll use CCTV to catch us. The students started whispering excitedly and these two invigilators in front of me were &lt;em&gt;looking around&lt;/em&gt;. Don't think there were cameras anyway. Even if there were, the most they can do is give no grades lor and maybe say something like this if they're kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you come over here, I show you the CCTV cambera... Nah you see here, I talking, then you write, I finish talking, you still writing! you never hear me say cannot start writing. can see anot ah? can see you never hear me when I say cannot start writing huh huh huh you agree anot? can you explain why you start writing when I say you cannot start writing?? nonono you explain to me first. sorry not enough, you must explain why you never hear me when I say cannot start writing. sorry also must explain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8306961351142144107?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8306961351142144107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8306961351142144107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8306961351142144107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8306961351142144107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-2-papers-done.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-73498747392396369</id><published>2007-11-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:03:37.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. went to macs at yewtee shopping centre to mug, for the lack of library study kakis. (points finger at so and so and so ;p ) music was on so began figuring music harmonies semi-consciously tho still cant get the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started havin painful cramps. (points finger at cold drink) then my mom showed up and i went home with her. cut my fringe! n just shifted laptop direction and study areas, added a lamp on my table for better feng to blow me and space to put my shui and for a better study mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emerson seems more interesting and needs a whole lot more of mulling over. (groan im always stuck at emerson and he's just the first guy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam moodiness are starting to not come now and pray it'll be like that forever!! i feel alot better after pmsing for the past 2 wks and thats enough! liberated from throes of biology inflicted agony. ya blame it all on the weak flesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-73498747392396369?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/73498747392396369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=73498747392396369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/73498747392396369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/73498747392396369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-went-to-macs-at-yewtee-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8663678244036997544</id><published>2007-11-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:00:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b6/Lagaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b6/Lagaan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching LAGAAAN on the tiniest screen ever! 6 inches!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sighh I miss Hindustani movies :)&lt;br /&gt;no, they don't ever do the hiding behind the palm tree move any more. It's too tacky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8663678244036997544?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8663678244036997544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8663678244036997544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8663678244036997544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8663678244036997544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-watching-lagaaan-on-tiniest-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-9080605074384335840</id><published>2007-11-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:45:43.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wittman Ah Sing in Tripmaster Monkey says &lt;b&gt;People who aren't too smart, the ones who live by song lyrics, and who don't know their current events, those people can be happy.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I totally giggled to myself when I read that, is he talking about ME? I'm completely politically apathetic and I am quite hesitant to say i "live by song lyrics" even though it's prolly true to an extent only. I take LIT, I'm HAPPY that I don't do science,math,business,philosophy or any yucky stuff. I'm not TOO SMART in those areas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm down before exam anxiety sweep me away, I reflected on my past. Seriously. this is something I just tried doing and it works. Reflection. Writing. Thinking (not too introspectively).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I see that God has &lt;em&gt;deliberately engineered&lt;/em&gt; my life in such a way that he ALWAYS reminds me to snap out of it, or like he'll seem to say HERE'S A BLESSING! OR I'M LETTING THIS HORRIBLE THING HAPPEN TO YOU JUST SO YOU'LL REMEMBER I'M STILL HERE AND YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE OF YOUR LIFE! Because I know if he wasn't looking after me, given my personality I would very possibly be either a junkie, a serial bummer, or living my life given to extremes and excesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself in some of the excesses when I'm not careful. Like when something big just happen, or when I'm feeling moody, I do things that I normally wouldn't do- go to extremes. I guess it's a common thing for all but it scares me when I see and know myself going out of control but I just let it be because my circumstances are so real to me and &lt;em&gt;I simply don't care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh so I was like going into an epiphany just now while journaling, realizing that He has always always protected me with rules and people who cared, in an environment where His word is always present. Isn't God so amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus DIED for this body, the Holy spirit dwells in this body and I cant just go wasting and destroying myself just because I feel emotional! This body has been bought with a high price and I would say I'm impressed and awed that God would sacrifice so much just for my salvation because my body to me, is just my body lah. And SO if God regards it so highly, I should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. 1 Cor. 6:19 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the ancient temple of God was like, but bible says His presence was in the holy of holies. People &lt;u&gt;fell dead&lt;/u&gt; when they were in his presence!!! And I'm like whoa. so my body is like that.. but nobody falling dead yet.. I guess it reflects what God really meant when he said that I am not my own, that the body is to be treated with respect and honor, because it is God's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody wanna see us together, but it don ma-a-tter no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akon is in my head! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-9080605074384335840?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/9080605074384335840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=9080605074384335840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9080605074384335840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/9080605074384335840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/wittman-ah-sing-in-tripmaster-monkey.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-4780926753391975850</id><published>2007-11-06T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:06:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How tough 'to live twenty-four hours in every day as a saint, to go through drudgery as a disciple, to live an ordinary, unobserved, ignored existence as a disciple of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.'and how true His grace enables us to be all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4780926753391975850?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4780926753391975850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4780926753391975850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4780926753391975850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4780926753391975850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-tough-to-live-twenty-four-hours-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3190639152196528629</id><published>2007-11-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:22:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE NEXT WEEK AHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3190639152196528629?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3190639152196528629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3190639152196528629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3190639152196528629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3190639152196528629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/11/exams-are-next-week-ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3108447784969165655</id><published>2007-10-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:14:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These rainy days are getting to me sigh. I used to love rainy days, but it's hard to go out to play! IT'S FREEZING. How am I to go overseas and stay over the wintry season! It'll be Thailand all over again. Tears and Rain. Though I don't remember it raining while we were there. Which reminds me, X'mas is coming again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEFFIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you and may all your dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited 1pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GLAD THANK GOD THE SUN'S OUT&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha was watching MIB2 the other day, the girl was saying that everyone feels sadwhen it's raining but Agent Kay said,"It only rains because you're sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know God knows rain makes me sad. That's why He shows me the sun! and clouds and pretty things. It's going to be two long years :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited 3.30pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Ryb1CFsRlfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eQFyFtQwnKk/s1600-h/CIMG1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Ryb1CFsRlfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eQFyFtQwnKk/s200/CIMG1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127054642044311026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rybwl1sRlcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rFrSwLse5zI/s1600-h/CIMG1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rybwl1sRlcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rFrSwLse5zI/s200/CIMG1659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127049758666495426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rybyk1sRldI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GYUNg0VvvbE/s1600-h/CIMG1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rybyk1sRldI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GYUNg0VvvbE/s200/CIMG1656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127051940509881810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RybvcVsRlbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vM36iLHiZi8/s1600-h/CIMG1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RybvcVsRlbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vM36iLHiZi8/s200/CIMG1647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127048495946110386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Ryb0CVsRleI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ylq4VLkdt9k/s1600-h/CIMG1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Ryb0CVsRleI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ylq4VLkdt9k/s200/CIMG1652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127053546827650530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RyboYVsRlZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/49j9LEEJPDg/s1600-h/CIMG1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RyboYVsRlZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/49j9LEEJPDg/s200/CIMG1655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127040730645239186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3108447784969165655?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3108447784969165655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3108447784969165655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3108447784969165655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3108447784969165655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-rainy-days-are-getting-to-me-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Ryb1CFsRlfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eQFyFtQwnKk/s72-c/CIMG1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7211287190772227093</id><published>2007-10-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:42:13.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the cold rain seeping into my bones. A light shining through. Some stink of impending doom in the air waffles up and about my room, like me being indecisive on mellow days. Prolly the AC, or exams or the unexpected impetus of presences that left me reeling from the impact. Or I'm getting older. Another day belonging to the Lord and another day in this life. Hurry hurry. Stop waffling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7211287190772227093?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7211287190772227093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7211287190772227093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7211287190772227093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7211287190772227093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-cold-rain-seeping-into-my-bones.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6203925327396186270</id><published>2007-10-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:05:15.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gwqS3bjIrfU/RxMGZe7Z0pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1MhyiEcW7nE/s1600/n515702173_278262_3204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gwqS3bjIrfU/RxMGZe7Z0pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1MhyiEcW7nE/s1600/n515702173_278262_3204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine just posted this pic on her blog. Love it for it's wonderful characterization. Yay Yiwen for being sporty and actually sticking to the real meaning of Old School; love Laine for errm being the vj girl she is; Png for being the not so sane boyfriend of the vj siao char bor; Nat for nerdiest; Jerald for best impersonation of tasteless uniform wearing plus tasteless sec sch behaviour, and Josh for having an identity crisis between rj and nj (like alien &amp; human geddit). And my pose for laine can't be seen. oh and I can imagine Rachel in her PL uniform and Leroy in his Marist one :D They would have looked cute too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally agree with Laine: "We may not be the closest but close is pretty darn good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTBihtNwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9sAKNFOMBt4/s1600-h/alpha+skit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTBihtNwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9sAKNFOMBt4/s200/alpha+skit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121931475134824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTCbhtNwOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HQKMNW3O58o/s1600-h/alpha+skit+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTCbhtNwOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HQKMNW3O58o/s200/alpha+skit+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121932454387368162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTCpBtNwPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iKKFeenjgyM/s1600-h/alpha+skit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxTCpBtNwPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iKKFeenjgyM/s200/alpha+skit+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121932686315602162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures &lt;br /&gt;from &lt;br /&gt;Youth &lt;br /&gt;Alpha &lt;br /&gt;Dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy &lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;Deliaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6203925327396186270?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6203925327396186270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6203925327396186270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6203925327396186270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6203925327396186270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gwqS3bjIrfU/RxMGZe7Z0pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1MhyiEcW7nE/s72-c/n515702173_278262_3204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3008551495625429505</id><published>2007-10-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:12:14.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxLmUhtNwMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/inQ0uCPMY8c/s1600-h/CIMG1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxLmUhtNwMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/inQ0uCPMY8c/s320/CIMG1125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121408966593462466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Roy and Ailin! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3008551495625429505?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3008551495625429505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3008551495625429505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3008551495625429505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3008551495625429505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/roy-and-ailin-i-finished-one-more-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RxLmUhtNwMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/inQ0uCPMY8c/s72-c/CIMG1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6649668573736090151</id><published>2007-10-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:14:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You, if you are a normal person will find smart people around who are always involved with activities, who are studying with great ease and they don't complain they have no time. They go for ALL lectures, manages to score 5 As and has an unending list of ccas and commitments in the record..and still have a great social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think I'm stupid. It comes back once in while together with other self    deprecating thoughts. Kelly this post is my own reflection in response to yours! Yeah so you're not alone.  Not stupid stupid but just not as clever, having to slog like a pig before getting evident results. But being a pig, slogging is not a natural instinct. Instinct is laziness, procrastination and recently an annoying habit of skipping lectures to make time which makes me all the more annoyed because it's still not alot of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this "i think i'm stupid" disease is very crippling. For one, it makes you unaware of your other God-given capabilities and second, you make yourself Really stupid, it's like a mantra that seeps into your psychology and warps it -when I say you, your and yourself, i really mean I, me and myself, trying to sound detached from the self..ha. Thirdly, I am really just too proud thinking that God can't help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked for prayer requests today and I had to stop myself from putting studies on the list. Usually we prompt others more so that studies don't become the only thing we pray to God for. But it was the first thing in my head. How then can I not pray for studies when it's right there living in the shadows of everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor once said God helps us to do well in studies. So I realised that should pray for the &lt;em&gt;crippling worry&lt;/em&gt; instead. Also he can't help me if I'm not studying and doing my work responsibly. I'm glad alpha dinner, wedding dinner, is over so now can do assignment which is due like. tmr.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha dinner went well I heard. 9 out of 20 people signed up, and out of those who didn't sign up, 5 were christians and 3 undecided. I am very very grateful to God for providing the actors, singer and emcees for the skit. Cos so many people had exams, some unsure about schedule, and I was being told to choose people wisely! Thank God for SYFC for giving permission n resources, else no skit!! Wasn't there to see the whole dinner, but was assured that God saw the whole thing thru, no technical hiccups! :)) hee right after R&amp;A dinner (it was sweeet but that's another post), ppl msn me to tell that dinner was "goood" and "cool", I should have seen the skit, that I would have liked it :) Sure I did! Pray that the following sessions will help people to clear uncertainties and to know that if we are unsure, response is to seek, not reject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. long entry. I seriously need to finish my paper and seriously need to stop dreading it. God, am i gonna tahan till year 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6649668573736090151?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6649668573736090151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6649668573736090151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6649668573736090151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6649668573736090151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-if-you-are-normal-person-will-find.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7011958935957203335</id><published>2007-10-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:34:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzZyxtNwHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ABW_s7MANwY/s1600-h/CIMG0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzZyxtNwHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ABW_s7MANwY/s320/CIMG0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119706342773080178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzeIRtNwJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qnQG7WitR6E/s1600-h/CIMG0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzeIRtNwJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qnQG7WitR6E/s200/CIMG0816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119711110186778770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzfBRtNwKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/twE-8drR2l8/s1600-h/CIMG0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzfBRtNwKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/twE-8drR2l8/s200/CIMG0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119712089439322274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernsee came to swim with the dolphins! she rode on sealions, played with polarbears and saw lions in the jungle. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzYYBtNwGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xd4txifsiVA/s1600-h/CIMG0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzYYBtNwGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xd4txifsiVA/s200/CIMG0954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119704783699951714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rwzc7BtNwII/AAAAAAAAAl4/02s0I2N-Zv8/s1600-h/CIMG0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rwzc7BtNwII/AAAAAAAAAl4/02s0I2N-Zv8/s200/CIMG0956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119709783041884290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzWyBtNwFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_5hxPZdh6IA/s1600-h/CIMG0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzWyBtNwFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_5hxPZdh6IA/s200/CIMG0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119703031353294930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzKMBtNwEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NsIPApGoNDo/s1600-h/CIMG0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzKMBtNwEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/NsIPApGoNDo/s200/CIMG0960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119689184378732610" /&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cikgu fed us kuih-muih during class today and taught us each of their names :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7011958935957203335?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7011958935957203335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7011958935957203335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7011958935957203335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7011958935957203335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwzZyxtNwHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ABW_s7MANwY/s72-c/CIMG0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7326517841018437281</id><published>2007-10-10T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:31:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ernsee and maybe both papa and mummy tung or only mummy coming to ewwteee tmr! It's possibly the only few lookforwardable things now, including R&amp;A wedding. I have not found dresses to wear! no instock white dresses online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now Xuan did an amazing job with There He Was, am superbly encouraged by marcusjoshnicoTJnat. yay steven director. pray sat will be good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral, convo and listening was okay ytd. mengganggap(sp?) try pronouncing this word. told cikgu i like to eat nasi lemak when i meant nasi ayam. had already memorised cheem stuff like the name of my course, what i study why i like studying what i study, and not silly stuff like saya ada se ekor kuching. but it was serious fun, couldnt stop giggling (in relief) after it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah the song below is one of corrinne may's newest. interesting song about every girl's insecurity. There's this vid &lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which can speak a whole lot more than i can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feed the monster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7326517841018437281?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7326517841018437281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7326517841018437281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7326517841018437281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7326517841018437281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/ernsee-and-maybe-both-papa-and-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2902617396558418234</id><published>2007-10-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:56:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you say life is unfair she's got everything you wanted and you're not even close to getting where you wish you could be the one who gets the commendation, love and adoration but you're stuck here on your knees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy green eyed monster are you happy with your place. what's the use of being haunted your story full of glory is right there in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so be glad you're an archetype creation one of a kind so stay on track, 'cos every cross can be a blessing for the gifts you've been giving, close your eyes and listen to who you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feed the monster wasting time comparing, lose yourself despairing. i hear it &lt;br /&gt;taunt ya, hungry for a fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corrinne may&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom. 6:19   I put this in human terms because you are weak in your natural selves. Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2902617396558418234?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2902617396558418234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2902617396558418234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2902617396558418234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2902617396558418234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-you-say-life-is-unfair-shes-got.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5444137946214832664</id><published>2007-10-04T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:06:51.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I've updated my selling site! I think I'll try to post stuff a little more regularly. Named these two after two pretty ladies! Lotsa people give their stuff fictitious names and I can't really be bothered to wreck my brains for girly names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwTFZRtNwAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fTWBc-TyMRU/s1600-h/meredith_lianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwTFZRtNwAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fTWBc-TyMRU/s320/meredith_lianna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117432114640175106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're at &lt;a href="http://m-ly.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MLY's World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this cool 'pair' of dangly earrings today. Actually they're not a pair, but a triplet! I'm excited to show these off. I've been thinking very long how to use this group of charms that I got long ago. Will keep this set till I can bear to put them up for sale. Don't know if girls would wanna wear a Drum Set on their ears tho! Would you? ok here's a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwTXIhtNwDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jDtpdrbU5hc/s1600-h/triplet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwTXIhtNwDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jDtpdrbU5hc/s320/triplet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117451618086666290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. shall try not to be distracted anymore :|| got so much work to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5444137946214832664?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5444137946214832664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5444137946214832664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5444137946214832664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5444137946214832664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-ive-updated-my-selling-site-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RwTFZRtNwAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fTWBc-TyMRU/s72-c/meredith_lianna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6311554743795084754</id><published>2007-09-28T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:40:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy93htNv_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/c_DAFTi-3Qs/s1600-h/CIMG0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy93htNv_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/c_DAFTi-3Qs/s200/CIMG0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115172038424510450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;my favourite girl &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6311554743795084754?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6311554743795084754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6311554743795084754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6311554743795084754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6311554743795084754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favourite-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy93htNv_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/c_DAFTi-3Qs/s72-c/CIMG0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7771177544509225467</id><published>2007-09-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:33:42.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy51BtNv9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/67evtID00g4/s1600-h/CIMG0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy51BtNv9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/67evtID00g4/s200/CIMG0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115167597428326354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy5nxtNv8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ei07LdhGKNc/s1600-h/CIMG0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy5nxtNv8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ei07LdhGKNc/s200/CIMG0663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115167369795059650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did temporary curls a few days ago at Stef's hairdresser Keith's place! He said my hair is stubborn, 不听话. The curls started relaxing in a matter of minutes and gone a few hours when it should have lasted for 3 days（if i don't wash it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7771177544509225467?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7771177544509225467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7771177544509225467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7771177544509225467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7771177544509225467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-temporary-curls-few-days-ago-at.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rvy51BtNv9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/67evtID00g4/s72-c/CIMG0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8982109138734992311</id><published>2007-09-25T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:52:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got to see small naughty girl again :) like her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to share some stuff that God spoke to me for the past 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;had a casual chat with auntie M. she said she always was the 'good religious methodist' and God told her that ultimately, it was Most important to Love. love God, love others. so basic and i cant rmb to do!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;God is love, grace and mercy. He's also other serious stuff like righteous, holy and good. His law reveals his character! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;there was a session on Listening to God. speaker picked on me maybe cos i had this uber sian/glum/tired face, to go talk to this cartoon on the board to demo that the board is nonliving, unlike God who responds. i wonder if i treated God like a non living thing. stuffed toy. diary. blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;during sermon, pastor spoke abt Wealth and Worship. &lt;br /&gt;one point nicely summarised. In worship and prayer, &lt;br /&gt;it's 'meeting our Lover, not our Sugardaddy.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;God says He REALLY speaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 16:13 “But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, He will guide you into all the truth; for He will not speak on His own initiative, but whatever He hears, He will speak; and He will disclose to you what is to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;news flash&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw! if you wanna learn more on listening to God &lt;br /&gt;Singapore Youth For Christ's annual year end bible trail is on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hearing God's Voice, &lt;br /&gt;Responding to God's Voice and &lt;br /&gt;Helping Others hear God's Voice&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-8 dec. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/bt2007"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIBLETRAIL2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for details and selected published works by one of the speakers! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8982109138734992311?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8982109138734992311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8982109138734992311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8982109138734992311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8982109138734992311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-got-to-see-small-naughty-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-786702859143136708</id><published>2007-09-24T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:50:52.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; you're my cuppycake! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ok. These are the cuppycakes from Made With Love at Plaza Sing! The pink ones are for Sulian and ate the heart one myself. The icing is overkill. ugh. maybe they should have used cream instead. Understand why the guys didnt really fancy it. I forgot to take a pic of those 2. Shane's one had lightgreen icing as grass with a soccer ball and a boot! Kelv's had lightgreen icing too but with a darkgreen star :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RvaUMRtNv7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/VOu08iPhV-c/s1600-h/CIMG0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RvaUMRtNv7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/VOu08iPhV-c/s320/CIMG0583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113437365558165426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Val this couple of wks back. It looks fake and inedible, like a lil girl's artwork. The white stuff are mashmellows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RvaTyhtNv6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/uFs1wiPQMho/s1600-h/CIMG0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RvaTyhtNv6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/uFs1wiPQMho/s320/CIMG0272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113436923176533922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum&lt;br /&gt;Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, &lt;br /&gt;You're my Sweetie Pie&lt;br /&gt;You're my &lt;b&gt;Cuppycake&lt;/b&gt;, Gumdrops&lt;br /&gt;Snoogums-Boogums, &lt;br /&gt;You're the Apple of my Eye&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so and I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;And I love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you are so dear!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-786702859143136708?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/786702859143136708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=786702859143136708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/786702859143136708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/786702859143136708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-my-cuppycake-bought-more.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RvaUMRtNv7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/VOu08iPhV-c/s72-c/CIMG0583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1121807435448267048</id><published>2007-09-21T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:20:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my head. It's the last day of schoool of mid sem yaaaaay. My head is hurting and school coms have disabled msn. WHYWHY! PCs are meant to get viruses anyway... Don't They understand.. They cant do this to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to read any more, gonna implode, brain matter is squishy and coming out the ears. NO hours of sleep, no thanks to lousy paper. Thank God for interesting lecture on mad women this morn, it made me feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited] 12.02 am&lt;br /&gt;Bought more pretty cupcakes! PS is becoming my shopping place. I like cg today, it was more relaxed, tho a little noisy but we could talk more! TCC is good stuff. heh heh doing house visits soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep! My dizziness is nearing nausea. I am very surprised at my ability to last thus far and for going to sci-fi lect. pat pat. God gives good batteries to do impossible things. I don't wanna do this again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1121807435448267048?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1121807435448267048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1121807435448267048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1121807435448267048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1121807435448267048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-5123763388773164141</id><published>2007-09-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:15:36.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dana: Do you smell that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes, it smells like rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana: Do you smell that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes, we're about to get wet. It smells like rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana: No, it smells like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana: It smells like God when you lay your head on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for holding moodean, sulian and meredith to His chest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-5123763388773164141?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/5123763388773164141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=5123763388773164141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5123763388773164141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/5123763388773164141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-smell-that-it-smells-like-him.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7225022318585805840</id><published>2007-09-15T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:35:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i will stop trying to come up with clever sounding titles that fall flat &lt;br /&gt;today im wondering. if i can't say edifying stuff, i should probably shut up  &lt;br /&gt;today i realised again that im a horrible person&lt;br /&gt;tmr i need to do my homework&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7225022318585805840?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7225022318585805840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7225022318585805840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7225022318585805840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7225022318585805840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-shall-stop-trying-to-come-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7666188738601671147</id><published>2007-09-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:49:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;orang animalis deoxyribonucleic acid&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i just spent 2 hours today reading &lt;font color="red"&gt;ANIMORPHS&lt;/font&gt;. just bought 5 books frm this sudden second hand booksale that appeared at yt. the last time i read them was like 3, 4 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm wasnt a deluded child slurping up pop american kid lit. sweet valley yes, animorphs no. Some &lt;em&gt;strange&lt;/em&gt; people wonder why star wars, star trek and animorphs r still considered good sci fi! they're vintage cool stuff ok. (in my opinion for starwars and animorphs only, star trek haven watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably the lameness of the name. animorphs. &lt;br /&gt;probably morphin'-kids or beastformers would sound more appealing to certain groups of ppl, or add in the scientific equivalent of animal, mistique, nightcrawler whatever la or just change the &lt;em&gt;morph&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;morphe&lt;/em&gt; with the accented e, to make it more cheem. eh-nay-morph-ay? eh-nay-morph-ee? any morphine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like xmen, spiderman and matrix, the island, irobot and harry potter much. oh potter is fantasy. it's children fantasy and where adult stuff is just a matter of gloomier book covers. they shouldnt do this to animorphs just cos they have cheesy pictures of people turning to animals! it's not fair to the graphic designer, whose works happened to be in alot of hollywood blockbuster sci fi films now. plus i think k.a applegate's a really cool writer to be able to write books with wit, realist dialogues and incorporate mature themes like war that are easy for kids to understand too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to start an alumni club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant find a decent photo :(&lt;br /&gt;wiki pics would do.&lt;br /&gt;yay animorphs. &lt;br /&gt;everybody read ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/The_Invasion_Front_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/The_Invasion_Front_Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7666188738601671147?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7666188738601671147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7666188738601671147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7666188738601671147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7666188738601671147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/orang-animalis-deoxyribonucleicacid.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8681640595410509165</id><published>2007-09-14T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:59:25.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;i can be freee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh corrinne may has another song called Journey! Think it'll speak better about faithfulness but i wont keep pasting lyrics haha. Her songs sound the same la, but certain parts of many songs are stuck in my head!! (unlike songs from hairspray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh ' cause you&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be freeee&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Healer&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to sing&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself! mr beasley..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to listen to her old albums. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing like her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8681640595410509165?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8681640595410509165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8681640595410509165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8681640595410509165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8681640595410509165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-can-be-freee-oh-corrinne-may-has.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-2858092480515140679</id><published>2007-09-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:49:36.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;free&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do an essay for american lit. The story is abt this young man who dreamt or had a vision of having met the devil on the road, he gave up on faith cos he experienced alot of sin in the world. He finds the holiest people on earth conspiring with the devil. Through out the short story, he cries out to Faith (his wife) to help him believe, resist evil, and not join in devil worship. She disappears in the vision. In the end, he lived life with cynicism and died a gloomy man. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Corrinne May's song, 'Everything in it's time' helped to capture this difficulty to stay true to the path.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead. How long till my hunger is fed. They say it's hard to make it in this part of town. So many people on this merry-go-round. Some folks try astrology. Some turn to crystal balls. To find an answer, To get through it all. I just fall on my knees and I try to pray. In the silence I can hear Him say, the river runs and the river hides. Out to the ocean and under the sky. I promise you, the answer will come. Hold on to patience and watch for the sign. Everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel like I'm two steps behind. Somebody must have moved that finish line. There are a thousand reasons why I should give up. But I'm stubborn in the things I believe. 'cause maybe there's another plan. One I still can't see. A little surprise, like your love in my life. Funny how time changes how we see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not meant to stumble around, confused. Cos God has given his grace, this power to be irrisistably drawn to Christ. The will is transformed by grace, that it will love God's voice. I think this verse is very reassuring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day. john 6:44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been sent to Christ by God and not by our own efforts or decisions! This shows that if God had planned this, and Christ has promised to raise us up, it would mean that through out our journeys, He will be there to continually DRAW us to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-2858092480515140679?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/2858092480515140679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=2858092480515140679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2858092480515140679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/2858092480515140679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-trying-to-do-essay-for-american.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8937240343985382364</id><published>2007-09-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:05:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel funnny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8937240343985382364?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8937240343985382364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;You can work miracles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Loaves and Two Fishes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrinne May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy of thirteen&lt;br /&gt;was on his way to school&lt;br /&gt;He heard a crowd of people laughing&lt;br /&gt;and he went to take a look&lt;br /&gt;Thousands were listening&lt;br /&gt;to the stories of one man&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with such wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;even the kids could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed so quickly&lt;br /&gt;the day turned to night&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was hungry&lt;br /&gt;but there was no food in sight&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked in his lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;at the little that he had&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure what good it'd do&lt;br /&gt;there were thousands to be fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he saw the twinkling eyes of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;the kindness in His smile&lt;br /&gt;and the boy cried out&lt;br /&gt;with the trust of a child&lt;br /&gt;he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all&lt;br /&gt;to feed them all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about that boy&lt;br /&gt;when I'm feeling small&lt;br /&gt;and I worry that the work I do&lt;br /&gt;means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every single tear I cry&lt;br /&gt;is a diamond in His hands&lt;br /&gt;and every door that slams in my face&lt;br /&gt;I will offer up in prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give you every breath that I have&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, you can work miracles&lt;br /&gt;All that you need is my "Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in you&lt;br /&gt;I trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all&lt;br /&gt;no gift is too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered about the little boy for awhile. It was Thomas who brought the boy to Jesus, instead of the boy going up but i guess the boy wanted to give up his lunch in the first place! "Take my 5 loaves and 2 fishes, do with it as you will" how many times in my life have i yielded the loaves and fishes i've got to Jesus, the Saviour and Lord of my life. it still is very very hard! God loves it when we trust and obey him, when we give him our fears, inhibitions, burdens and ambitions. And i'm sure that God doesnt need my amens to do miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1111033149000151806?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1111033149000151806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1111033149000151806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1111033149000151806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1111033149000151806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-can-work-miracles-five-loaves-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3298255092983933887</id><published>2007-09-02T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:07:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt; my new camera!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;stef accompanied me to comex on thurs :) &lt;br /&gt;bought a Casio Exilim EX-Z77 &lt;br /&gt;was exciting shopping for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rtq5riYG8PI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mFkJUf1-tWY/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rtq5riYG8PI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mFkJUf1-tWY/s320/CIMG0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105597285191315698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my first pic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RtrBXyYG8WI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_G1UD3HB2bM/s1600-h/CIMG0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RtrBXyYG8WI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_G1UD3HB2bM/s320/CIMG0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105605741981921634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so orangeyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rtq_pyYG8VI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vBpFwTUqaMA/s1600-h/CIMG0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/Rtq_pyYG8VI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vBpFwTUqaMA/s320/CIMG0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105603852196311378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laughing at a funny old lady in the toilet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These following pics are taken with stef's panasonic. &lt;br /&gt;she says the lighting so nice cos hers is a much much more pricey camera! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RtrB7iYG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pxWCXKQSPQM/s1600-h/P1010609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RtrB7iYG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pxWCXKQSPQM/s200/P1010609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105606356162245010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RtrB1CYG8YI/AAAAAAAAAj4/84_cX47_cdg/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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C.S Lewis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love at all is to be vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love anything&lt;br /&gt;and your heart will certainly be wrung &lt;br /&gt;and possibly broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, &lt;br /&gt;you must give your heart to no one, &lt;br /&gt;not even to an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; &lt;br /&gt;avoid all entanglements; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock it up safe in the coffin of your selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless &lt;br /&gt;- it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be broken;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will become &lt;br /&gt;unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;impenetrable, &lt;br /&gt;irredeemable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-4966265837343816274?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/4966265837343816274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=4966265837343816274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4966265837343816274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/4966265837343816274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/08/c.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-689220111556512028</id><published>2007-08-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:59:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;The road of life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tansey sent me this interesting email about cycling :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president, I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike; and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains and through the rocky places at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I'd say, " I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, too, my Lord's and mine. And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten the scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm sure I can't do anymore, He just smiles and says..."Pedal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/0000280896-018.jpg?size=67&amp;uid={1ae0ec54-f3f5-48cb-b295-8cf553913963}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/0000280896-018.jpg?size=67&amp;uid={1ae0ec54-f3f5-48cb-b295-8cf553913963}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-689220111556512028?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/689220111556512028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=689220111556512028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/689220111556512028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/689220111556512028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-of-life-author-unknown-tansey-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7875848490938050690</id><published>2007-08-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:00:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;on sleeping and talking &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this bad habit of sleeping when speakers don't catch my attention. The kind when you've got to strugggle hard to follow, so as to catch the essentials of the message. Sometimes I'm proud of myself, but there were times when struggling is futile and sleep is tempting, it's the ONLY thing your body wants to do. Forensic science lecture was doing that to me and today's sermon made me drift in and out, when i'm conscious I copy whatevers on the screen, nod a couple of times and go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fine line between perceivably good and bad speakers I sometimes wonder is our own prejudices against the person. On top of the message content, and possibly the jokes. Like how one's accent/ diction or mannerism or lack of energy/volume can affect. I'm not saying that it is limited to that, but just that these show how superficial it is when we screen speakers. I have this voice in my head whenever I'm listening to someone new speak. Sometimes I say it loud. During the recent literature freshman party, the seniors were giving an introduction to the freshies and leading crowdbreakers games. I said quite pointblank that they were lousy emcees and very inadequately prepped. To qualify myself hor, some others and my freshie friend agreed. Also, with regards to (this phrase WRT is used so many times by a fellow lit student that it can get on my nerves. see? prejudice.) one of our profs hasty comment on bad syntax of "chinese educated" students, a lit friend said "I'm an english elitist, I admit. This is an english major course, you need a certain standard of english proficiency." SO it's ok to say someone's english cannot make it when it's for writing a paper but not when it's spoken? My tutorials are interesting cos people generally talk alot. I observe and listen alot cos i don't contribute, unless it's group discussions and you can see who are the people whom others think are not-so-gd speakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wince when i can tell fake accents (including when i do it myself) OH like there's one class i have with some seniors. Some of them were schooled in US, so granted, they have an american accent. But the rest of the class is starting to pick up this pseudo-american accent and it's very telling that it's all due to peer pressure, NOT cos they're trying to accomodate so that our prof can understand. We somehow know that if we speak with lok kok english, we won't sound as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to sleeping during sermons, I learnt that even "bad" speakers have good points, that's why they're up there speaking and not me. Hmmm. shall leave it as that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7875848490938050690?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7875848490938050690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7875848490938050690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7875848490938050690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7875848490938050690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-sleeping-and-talking-ive-this-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-85829490384277795</id><published>2007-08-24T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:03:55.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;mengantuk (sleeepy)&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave up trying to read Emerson after a week, could not get past his whole mishmash of ideas. Every sentence has it's sparks but you're not sure how the sparks connect. I think that is what it means to be a poet. The waves of bursting ideas trying to form and then language can hardly seem to contain it. It makes sense and sometimes it doesn't at all, no matter how much extrapolation is done. When it makes sense they say it's genius, and otherwise it's rubbish? oh how very whatever. My malay cikgu thinks birds are sad after the rain. Go figure poets! (and dense essayists) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible is full of wonderful poetry and dense essays inspired by God. Sometimes simple truths are the hardest to understand. Like God loves me. I had a hard time trying to explain what His love is, and how real it is. Today i learn during bible study that one evidence of love is His Laws. He gave us boundaries so we can be protected and be safe. Rules are an expression of love and not restriction and cruelty. When I got scolded, I used to think people did it to shame me or because they wanted to show they're right. I couldn't understand that chastising and disciplining were acts of love to correct. I still get really afraid when I'm scolded, but now I've been told so much, and I know better that I'm being loved instead. Likewise God's laws are very visible acts of his care for his children, not wanting them to fall into danger and get messed up, which we do very often so thank God for his rules and regulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably go sleep, can't make much sense out of Emerson but I will TAHAN LAGI more of his convoluted-ness again. Hope I'll have something clever to say tomorrow or that prof won't pick on me :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24th Aug 1pm)&lt;br /&gt;Yay he didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-85829490384277795?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/85829490384277795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=85829490384277795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/85829490384277795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/85829490384277795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/08/mengantuk-sleeepy-i-just-gave-up-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-3206367043366973691</id><published>2007-08-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:19:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;overdued thanksgiving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for a happy birthday, a three day school week and Homer Simpson! hurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-3206367043366973691?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/3206367043366973691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=3206367043366973691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3206367043366973691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/3206367043366973691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/08/overdued-thanksgiving-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-8132991903840615164</id><published>2007-07-22T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:21:28.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;don't write me off just yet!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched &lt;b&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks Mich for the show and both Mich and Chris for dueting "way back into love" soooo many times. Yay! i liked the movie! Reminded me of alot of things. All the song compositions and lyric writing made me think of Giant Faith and Parts doing music recordings. hugh grant was so funnily brit, and i am starting to like drew barrymore. cant rmb another time i lol-ed while watching shows by myself. love it when they tried to write songs tgt. same old feel-good, duh ending but had lotsa fun. hee. cute movie! Had the whole album of songs from the movie before i watched it, thankyou kel! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d3/Music_and_lyrics.jpg/405px-Music_and_lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d3/Music_and_lyrics.jpg/405px-Music_and_lyrics.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Way back into Love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it’s out there&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I’m open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I’ll be there for you in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-8132991903840615164?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/8132991903840615164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=8132991903840615164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8132991903840615164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/8132991903840615164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-forgive-me-for-these-few-brief.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1556277971599935106</id><published>2007-07-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:39:14.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;her honey baby&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RqMlUJKpBTI/AAAAAAAAAio/8EGIeTsui78/s1600-h/honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RqMlUJKpBTI/AAAAAAAAAio/8EGIeTsui78/s200/honey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953031846954290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Honey. Val's honey! she is really pretty and she likes to have her belly scratched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1556277971599935106?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1556277971599935106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1556277971599935106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1556277971599935106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1556277971599935106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/honey-baby-this-is-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RqMlUJKpBTI/AAAAAAAAAio/8EGIeTsui78/s72-c/honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-7383483135734308452</id><published>2007-07-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:28:47.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; spell duteronomie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos from sunday's bible quiz. &lt;br /&gt;I've got all the pictures and charade videos, can't post all. &lt;br /&gt;So if anybody wants, leave a tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuLFpId3VI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fRTwZgEmhj0/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuLFpId3VI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fRTwZgEmhj0/s320/BibleQuiz07+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087813133102079314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the day this is the day... of the bible quiz, of the bible quiz, we will rejoice we will rejoice and be glad in it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuXnZId3fI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zf_eKG57IBk/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuXnZId3fI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zf_eKG57IBk/s320/BibleQuiz07+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087826907062197746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"what happens if i answer wrongly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuLZZId3WI/AA. AAAAAAAhQ/mmaQ0bmVtFo/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuLZZId3WI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mmaQ0bmVtFo/s320/BibleQuiz07+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087813472404495714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got melody, hongyu and louis to gao tim, sure can no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuM-pId3YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/s-uAGYkoc98/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuM-pId3YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/s-uAGYkoc98/s320/BibleQuiz07+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087815211866250626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jeremy cmi liao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuUbJId3dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3dK-OSdqfLM/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuUbJId3dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3dK-OSdqfLM/s320/BibleQuiz07+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087823398073916882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buzzer-happy rachel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuJ1JId3TI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4PdZMG20hqA/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuJ1JId3TI/AAAAAAAAAg4/4PdZMG20hqA/s320/BibleQuiz07+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811750122609970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;team Lumakukukumalu. you can call us kukuku, kukumalu, or malu. yay lukas and josh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuWqZId3eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZDYCDUBbAMA/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuWqZId3eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZDYCDUBbAMA/s320/BibleQuiz07+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087825859090177506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well done steph and grace. well done oldest ah ma behind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuN3pId3ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/j0mPaOcHJLk/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuN3pId3ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/j0mPaOcHJLk/s320/BibleQuiz07+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816191118794130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy winners! The alien, fatherless and the widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuQPJId3aI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kR4zovE9jaU/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuQPJId3aI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kR4zovE9jaU/s320/BibleQuiz07+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087818793868975522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geoklian and her maps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuSx5Id3cI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3nA9DQ3sI/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuSx5Id3cI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3nA9DQ3njsI/s320/BibleQuiz07+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087821589892685250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody messes with auntie gee nee. not even ri boys and uncle jeff. uncle jeff *headache* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuQwpId3bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/j-7w6-2xshM/s1600-h/BibleQuiz07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuQwpId3bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/j-7w6-2xshM/s320/BibleQuiz07+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087819369394593202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: OIE what are you doing not studying? &lt;br /&gt;mel: i dont know the answers don't ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou sunsch tchers who organised, those who pricked my conscience and God for His precious precious word. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-7383483135734308452?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/7383483135734308452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=7383483135734308452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7383483135734308452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/7383483135734308452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/deuteronomy-bible-quizzuh-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpuLFpId3VI/AAAAAAAAAhI/fRTwZgEmhj0/s72-c/BibleQuiz07+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-1672260963516380548</id><published>2007-07-13T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:22:35.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;now for more shoutouts!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steffie&lt;/em&gt;, it's not over till it's really over over, you know right? READ THE BOOK ok! i know you're lazy with books. Thankyou for buying my accessories AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng&lt;/em&gt; x( Don't be persuaded by Nietzsche! Thanks for supporting my indie craft making and for offering your photography skills! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly &lt;em&gt;kelly&lt;/em&gt; welly! i forgot to tell you just now i bought some jelly belly kelly welly beans! You like? No la it's just called jelly belly. I will save some for you k then i'll exchange for the dvds heh heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gladys&lt;/em&gt;! Hope you're reading this after all the linking! was happy to see you today after 2YEARS. serious. please invite us to your wedding with Bernard, and please dont break up with him cos he has no hair and looks ugly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-1672260963516380548?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/1672260963516380548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=1672260963516380548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1672260963516380548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/1672260963516380548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-for-more-shoutouts-steffie-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-6219146332971294681</id><published>2007-07-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:12:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;pat pat. think you're gonna be alright &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna blow if someone tells me one more time &lt;b&gt;Transformers&lt;/b&gt; rock their socks. Been ages since i've watched a decent movie. DVDs hardly count. I didn't get to see Johnny Depp, not even Shrek :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling holey today. Like i'll never stop the dripping and leaking. Then someone goes and stick a stopper in and i feel much much secure. I guess thats why i can never trust God fully, cos my holes are covered by people whom i let, to make me happy or sad. emily your holeyness has to be fixed and you cant DIY. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpUPTh5ByMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/oO43Z0cgoz8/s1600-h/HungryPetDesktop_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpUPTh5ByMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/oO43Z0cgoz8/s200/HungryPetDesktop_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085988182374336706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden fleeting outburst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;, you horrible girl. You should see the aftermath you left at the airport. It was Total Annihilation. Winnage. It showed me just how many people cared for you and you showed me how many lives you've touched and won over. I couldnt tear maybe cos you were already long gone and it grew numb or maybe i knew you'll be back. Went to your house that same day you left with your cg, cuzzies and sis, literally numbing ourselves with dvds and korean dramas. It's kinda bitter sweet, reveling in the fact that we're at your home where your heart belong, (so national day) and knowing that in Christ, you'll always be with us and yet knowing you wont be around for awhile. Suming was a wreck, dont think she'll appreciate me saying this but she took eons to finish reading your compilation of letters cos it's too blurry to read with tears and with the rain outside, pausing to laugh and cry, while some of us poured over your letter to us several times in uncle mington's car. Hillsong played, and there was this epiphany of how bonds are forged more so with the proximity of distance threatening to tear them apart. And thank God so much that you left. Else we'll never know how good He is in bringing you into our lives. you're terrible, we didnt mourn when yiwen left for canada. tsk not cos we dont love her but you made us cry. come back soon so we wont forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-6219146332971294681?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/6219146332971294681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=6219146332971294681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6219146332971294681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/6219146332971294681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/pat-pat.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/RpUPTh5ByMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/oO43Z0cgoz8/s72-c/HungryPetDesktop_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33224636.post-925844807647280514</id><published>2007-07-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:19:06.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;my new found boredom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more are made into Naruto and Bleach fans!&lt;br /&gt;*wicked smile* Spread the good stuff!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maivsnatsuki.skyrock.com/pics/587691817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://maivsnatsuki.skyrock.com/pics/587691817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching animes these past two days, &lt;b&gt;Mai HiME and Shakugan no Shana&lt;/b&gt;. Mai HiME's demographic is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shounen"&gt;&lt;u&gt;shounen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but also &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josei"&gt;&lt;u&gt;josei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has bits of mecha, and LOTS of lebian undertones. It goes waay beyond suggestive, guys' noses will bleed! I could barely take the boobs, lingerie and flying skirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said! I really like it more than Shana, for its characterisation, plot and drawings. The characters are nicely developed for an anime which spans only 26 episodes! Yum. piecemeal. Mai HiME's storyline is basically about normal high school girls turning into HiMEs (Highly-advanced Materialising Equipment) to fight the bad monsters. haha. Do you know 'Hime' in jap means princess! They have uber cool mecha Guardian forces! Mecha drawings are commendable. Considering i cannot appreciate Gundam for all its machines. Besides all the sexual tension and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuri_%28animation%29"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yuri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-ness, Mai HiME would have been a good anime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakugan.com/item/dvd/ova/img/ova_jacket01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.shakugan.com/item/dvd/ova/img/ova_jacket01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda disappointed with &lt;b&gt;Shakugan no Shana&lt;/b&gt;. Fell asleep while watching it. It's like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/shoujo"&gt;&lt;u&gt;shoujo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "girly" Bleach, roughly bout the same kinda story but wiki classified it as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seinen"&gt;&lt;u&gt;seinen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "for guys". Parallel worlds; Flame Haze instead of Shinigami. One thing i couldnt stand were the big big watery eyes. gag. my eyes kept widening in disbelief, they're so naive it's almost funny. less gross moments than Mai HiME, but it has several scenes of incest!! Totally totally grossed me out. Plots has holes everywhere but maybe i should go finish it first before slamming it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok!! these animes are NOT healthy for the mind. dont watch if you can help it k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in any case YOU already dont like anime, &lt;br /&gt;watch KOREAN SERIAL DRAMAS! &lt;br /&gt;I started on &lt;b&gt;FULL HOUSE&lt;/b&gt; with some friends, and now i can't wait to finish it. Good stuff for boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fullhouse.blogsome.com/images/news3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fullhouse.blogsome.com/images/news3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining!!! &lt;br /&gt;ame ka.. utsukushii x)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( which means 'i think the rain is pretty!' beautiful actually! but only when im indoors! it's terribly annoying when you're all wet soaking up to the waist, miserable and dripping because the umbrella is the ahsoh kind that overturns........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......ehh. gomen ne! &lt;br /&gt; Anyhow. Happy reading this bored post and sorry for the pathetic spurts of jap vocab. I've attached wiki links to the demographic anime genres in jap for everyone's info. Choose your animes carefully!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33224636-925844807647280514?l=emelye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/feeds/925844807647280514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33224636&amp;postID=925844807647280514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/925844807647280514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33224636/posts/default/925844807647280514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emelye.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-made-two-more-people-into-naruto-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GN25z87HpbM/R53k2c3uyYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lo4_dgPCUmY/S220/MLY_small_colour+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
