<?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-6553457565340164543</id><updated>2012-02-09T04:10:16.401+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently Waiting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2279081751201902943</id><published>2012-02-09T04:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:10:16.428+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions</title><content type='html'>I met an old friend for lunch today and we were sharing bout dreams and ambition. It seems to me that he had it all planned out. This is what he shared with me, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 years old - stable job, multinational company experience, PR in overseas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;40 years old- own a business of his own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 years old- 1M (min) cash in the bank &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it may or may not seems real or big of a ambition to some of you out there. However, the fact that he knows what he wants make me really jealous of him. I WISH I can be as sure of what I want the way he does for himself. Me on the other hand, is a lot more fickle minded when compared to him. I may seems like a very determine person to achieve what I said now, but few years down the road, I might not even have a slightest interest to do it any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I just can't be bother to be thinking much of what I really want. Simply because my plan is not necessary God's plan. I have hit  my head on the stonewall several times for trying to be in control of the wheel. So I just want to enjoy what I have now and not make any regrets in the mean while =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2279081751201902943?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2279081751201902943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2012/02/ambitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2279081751201902943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2279081751201902943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2012/02/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1679964464848098404</id><published>2012-02-01T06:21:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:56:24.310+13:00</updated><title type='text'>a doleful me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to first clarify and do excuse me for posting such an emo blog all of a sudden, perhaps the novel "One Day" by David Nicholls had something to do bout it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a while since I last blogged. Well, after spending so much time at work, I would rather goes straight to bed once I got home. Sometimes, I even feel like not showering and just dive underneath the blankets and snore away (it was just a thought, I still showers first). As for now, I just want to write and try to pen down my thoughts and feelings. Well, try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with what I last written, the christmas blog. Yeah, I was alone throughout Xmas, Birthday and New Year. My family went for a vacation in Europe. Can you believe it, they went on to Europe without me? Sigh, as sour as it sounds, I was also glad to have some time alone. I don't have to travel down to Singapore and at the same time, I don't have to meet any one. Is not much of I don't want to see them at all, but some times I just need some time of my own. You know, just some quiet moment. I don't know much bout you guys out there, but I think personal time is quite important. Maybe just because I am a big loner? Oh well. I do have E to spend my birthday with though! Which leads to the second thing that I want to share about, my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was quite interesting and far from what I expect it to be, well from what I can recall now. E came up to KL the night before my birthday so that we can travel up to Penang together the next day. The drive was great and I was happy to be on a road trip with him again. We used to travel around NZ together so much. Though the scenery is bit different this time, but it definitely brings out the sweet memories that we shared before. Not to mention creating more of those sweet memories at the same time =) However, we did quarrel a before the nice dinner that he planned out for me. Quite an emotional roller coster ride. heh, that's us for you. I guess being with him for so long now,  makes me realized that we will always have our differences. The key to a really good relationships is how we deal with our differences. Mind you, I am quite quick to anger and when I do blow up, is not such a pleasant scene. But E, on the other hand, is a lot more patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, the CNY. I only applied for 4 days off for this festive season. I suppose I can take more, but being the new kid in the office, I hold back a bit. I regretted it. Thinking back now, I spend so much time at work that I hardly able to catch up with my families and friends properly. I could blame it all on the workaholic genes, but I guess it also voice back down to how I manage my time.  When I look at the rest of my friends, I do envy them for having such good pay and lesser working hours. What can I say, I chose this industry. On a bright side, I did had a good 4 days off with my family. We had reunion dinner with my big Aunty from dad's side. Then movie and karaoke session on 1st day of CNY with mom n dad. Second day of CNY was spend at grandpa house and also hanging out with my dear cousins. I guess, family is one of the things that we should be valuing above all else. But what do we so often found ourselves regretting over the wrong choices that we picked over it? Any one would like share their thoughts on this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, there is a change in management and I find myself working under two boss at the same time. With that, the work that comes in is doubled and I do find myself grasping for air some times. Should I quit? The 11 hours that I checked in every single day doesn't seems to be enough and I often finds myself piling more and more work every day. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G5f5MbgMAk/TygqshaMuZI/AAAAAAAAApw/VomWNSkWtto/s1600/domino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G5f5MbgMAk/TygqshaMuZI/AAAAAAAAApw/VomWNSkWtto/s400/domino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703855872435599762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1679964464848098404?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1679964464848098404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2012/02/doleful-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1679964464848098404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1679964464848098404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2012/02/doleful-me.html' title='a doleful me'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G5f5MbgMAk/TygqshaMuZI/AAAAAAAAApw/VomWNSkWtto/s72-c/domino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8326996537814596853</id><published>2011-12-26T03:47:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T03:51:13.937+13:00</updated><title type='text'>heading back to an empty home..</title><content type='html'>I heard it. It was not as loud as it suppose to be. Maybe is due the distance. I heard an explosion from a distance. Yes it must be. But is no surprise, because today is Christmas. There have been many fireworks going around since last night. I saw some on the way home last night too. Today,  some where out there, people is celebrating with friends and family. But as for me, I was heading back to an empty home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8326996537814596853?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8326996537814596853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/12/heading-back-to-empty-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8326996537814596853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8326996537814596853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/12/heading-back-to-empty-home.html' title='heading back to an empty home..'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1730367486784873938</id><published>2011-12-18T05:12:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:12:50.480+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>曾经你在黑暗中一直走，很辛苦，很疲惫，但一直告诉自己要坚持下去，不能服输，因为你是最最坚强的人。终有一天你走到尽头，发现了渴望已久的光亮...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1730367486784873938?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1730367486784873938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1730367486784873938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1730367486784873938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2995821838672003454</id><published>2011-11-23T18:10:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:17:52.445+13:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Year Anniversay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUHnWCBkP9Q/TsyBuaXvVDI/AAAAAAAAAog/9QYzg1G2Oc8/s1600/me%2Bn%2Bgene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUHnWCBkP9Q/TsyBuaXvVDI/AAAAAAAAAog/9QYzg1G2Oc8/s400/me%2Bn%2Bgene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678055864560210994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 4th year anniversary, but it is also the first year that we can't celebrate it together. Is kinda sad, but thank you for the 4 years of wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you to bits xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2995821838672003454?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2995821838672003454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/4th-year-anniversay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2995821838672003454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2995821838672003454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/4th-year-anniversay.html' title='4th Year Anniversay'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUHnWCBkP9Q/TsyBuaXvVDI/AAAAAAAAAog/9QYzg1G2Oc8/s72-c/me%2Bn%2Bgene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7678028180778620675</id><published>2011-11-19T01:28:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:38:22.863+13:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcLS29wGVVI/TsZRtCuaG-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/t98gMOHPjcg/s1600/Cute-Squirrel-l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcLS29wGVVI/TsZRtCuaG-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/t98gMOHPjcg/s400/Cute-Squirrel-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676314214614572002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want in my life. Is not money, is not a fancy house, is not a 5 figure salary, is not being famous and is not bout how well I am doing in my career. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my life be filled with love, catching up with my dear friends, making them feel like I treasure them, love and be loved by them. I want a happy family, I want to raise my kids by picking them up from school, be there when they cry or laugh, read them bedtime stories and finally teach them that life is meaningless even if you have much money in the banks. Of course, I would need a husband, not just any random guy. Because he would be the father of my child, and he would spend time with our kids and not just dive into his work all day long and act as though he is not a husband or father. Any one can be a father, but it takes someone special to be some one's else dad. (quote from a friend). I also want a dog, man's best friend. Because they are special, and they too would make you feel special. When I feel special, I want every one around me to feel that they are special too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's what I want in my life.  What do you really want for your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7678028180778620675?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7678028180778620675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7678028180778620675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7678028180778620675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcLS29wGVVI/TsZRtCuaG-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/t98gMOHPjcg/s72-c/Cute-Squirrel-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7531158699757562713</id><published>2011-11-17T16:40:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:59:27.252+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My short break starts now.</title><content type='html'>Is finally my turn to have a break. YAY! Been working for all the public holidays all these while and I am thankful to be able to take them all at once. I was scheduled to fly on the 16th late evening, and I only made it back to KL from Melacca on the same day, mid-afternoon. Then went out and took my dog to the vet before heading home at 7pm to pack my bags. I barely able to make it to check in at the airport. Heh, talk bout being rush. I never really allowed myself to be in such a packed schedule before, especially not on the day I am flying off. Well, there is always a first time right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am at Chch atm, waiting for my flight to dunners. Thankfully, I brought 2 electronic devices with me that can allow me to go online for free~~ for 1 full hour =) As for this time, is the first time I am back to NZ, for a holiday. And this time, I do not have to dread having the semester starts so soon and put on a study mood again. This time, I will fully enjoy NZ as it is =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for a little news about me. I picked up my reading habit again and the worse thing is that I can't stop. I forgot how much I enjoy reading. All these years of assignments and lecture note revision has took me away from my faithful friends. I forgot how good it feels to let my imagination runs wild. To put all those tiny details, background and character description that the writer had put together, onto my own little picture in my mind. Is like putting the puzzles together. You know? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 30 min free Wifi is coming to an end soon, I shall stop here for now. Till then, take care =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7531158699757562713?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7531158699757562713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-short-break-starts-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7531158699757562713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7531158699757562713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-short-break-starts-now.html' title='My short break starts now.'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6575041735341210664</id><published>2011-10-28T22:44:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:46:44.586+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Ldt3jC0dg/Tqp5crxLoXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VveBcA-Y43U/s1600/Slide3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Ldt3jC0dg/Tqp5crxLoXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VveBcA-Y43U/s400/Slide3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668476614691496306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Broken Bowl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For Characters reference please refer to &lt;a href="http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/stickman-comic-based-on-real-life-story.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6575041735341210664?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6575041735341210664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6575041735341210664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6575041735341210664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-bowl.html' title='The Broken Bowl'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Ldt3jC0dg/Tqp5crxLoXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VveBcA-Y43U/s72-c/Slide3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7567683680355940800</id><published>2011-10-28T17:52:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:59:42.301+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Red Handed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfUCADhtS-M/Tqo2nlG0SkI/AAAAAAAAAns/g2Jl2Yf89FQ/s1600/Slide2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfUCADhtS-M/Tqo2nlG0SkI/AAAAAAAAAns/g2Jl2Yf89FQ/s400/Slide2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668403134602693186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Caught Red Handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For characters reference please refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/stickman-comic-based-on-real-life-story.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7567683680355940800?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7567683680355940800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/caught-red-handed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7567683680355940800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7567683680355940800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/caught-red-handed.html' title='Caught Red Handed'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfUCADhtS-M/Tqo2nlG0SkI/AAAAAAAAAns/g2Jl2Yf89FQ/s72-c/Slide2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3395144470524632416</id><published>2011-10-28T14:25:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:26:14.065+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickman Comic based on real life story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdiK0oToYE4/Tqogt0rhg6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/9tHL8WlLqms/s1600/Slide1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdiK0oToYE4/Tqogt0rhg6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/9tHL8WlLqms/s400/Slide1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668379052606587810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a stickman comic strip of my own. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;stay tune =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3395144470524632416?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3395144470524632416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/stickman-comic-based-on-real-life-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3395144470524632416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3395144470524632416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/stickman-comic-based-on-real-life-story.html' title='Stickman Comic based on real life story'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdiK0oToYE4/Tqogt0rhg6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/9tHL8WlLqms/s72-c/Slide1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7150866553940681190</id><published>2011-10-18T22:04:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:42:50.804+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;I know I haven been consistent with my blog post for a very long time. Is not that I don't have time for it at all, is just that I often find myself lost of words and hard to pen down my emotions. As for now, I just have this sudden urge to write, hence, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I have been bombarded with many life problems recently. I can't name them all here, some are just too private to be shared (so please excuse me on that). There were so many of them that it nearly suffocated me and I am not joking. There were nights that I wish I could run away or just kill myself just so that I don't have to face them. But running away is never the solution, so I stayed and tried to face them all. With that, things doesn't seems as bad as it first started. They are all still here, but at least I managed to walk through some of them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;When it all happened, I thought it might affect my performance at work, but I managed to separate them and focus on the task given to me, somehow. So I'm glad. But I did it without realizing that God were actually with me all these while, and with this, I want to give Him thanks.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"..for when I am weak, I am strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgJvYXiDFj0/Tp1J_mU_ufI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yCukcQjQT7Q/s1600/IMAG1569-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgJvYXiDFj0/Tp1J_mU_ufI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yCukcQjQT7Q/s400/IMAG1569-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664765263271148018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7150866553940681190?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7150866553940681190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-haven-been-consistent-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7150866553940681190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7150866553940681190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-haven-been-consistent-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgJvYXiDFj0/Tp1J_mU_ufI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yCukcQjQT7Q/s72-c/IMAG1569-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2168416697165868029</id><published>2011-10-18T21:48:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:50:36.745+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If only I can see the world through its eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...I may be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTkw_4Y1ZWc/Tp09nz7N53I/AAAAAAAAAm4/LDqHlU-6c48/s1600/6a81f2da.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTkw_4Y1ZWc/Tp09nz7N53I/AAAAAAAAAm4/LDqHlU-6c48/s400/6a81f2da.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664751660464727922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2168416697165868029?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2168416697165868029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-only-i-can-see-world-through-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2168416697165868029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2168416697165868029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-only-i-can-see-world-through-its.html' title=''/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTkw_4Y1ZWc/Tp09nz7N53I/AAAAAAAAAm4/LDqHlU-6c48/s72-c/6a81f2da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7059236649166881733</id><published>2011-10-05T01:32:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:38:22.925+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness.Grace.Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(77, 77, 77); line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;strong   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been struggling hard with forgiving nowadays. Then God responded with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzLmS5ck1S0/Tor-AMclSdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/a3gYt4q6dG4/s1600/forgiveness-kirrat-cupid-speaks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzLmS5ck1S0/Tor-AMclSdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/a3gYt4q6dG4/s400/forgiveness-kirrat-cupid-speaks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659615161039014354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(77, 77, 77);  line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;strong   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-  font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Extend mercy and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; Justice demands that we pronounce him guilty, dismiss him from further consideration, and move on. But Mercy requires that we refuse to condemn him. Even more astonishing, Grace insists that we extend to him what he does not deserve: hope, patience, and love. Though he doesn’t deserve this, he needs all of it. Without mercy and grace we are all lost."by Michael Hyett&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/6553457565340164543-7059236649166881733?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7059236649166881733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/forgivenessgracemercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7059236649166881733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7059236649166881733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/10/forgivenessgracemercy.html' title='Forgiveness.Grace.Mercy'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzLmS5ck1S0/Tor-AMclSdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/a3gYt4q6dG4/s72-c/forgiveness-kirrat-cupid-speaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8234880356084664734</id><published>2011-09-20T17:02:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:12:25.014+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bas.tard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just when I thought you might really have changed to a better person, you screwed it up again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;S***w you and stop messing with my life you selfish jerk &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8234880356084664734?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8234880356084664734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/09/bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8234880356084664734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8234880356084664734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/09/bastard.html' title='Bas.tard'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1323768548804054225</id><published>2011-08-16T12:40:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:49:46.296+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a working woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After 2 months of bumming around, I finally started working. At the moment, is still a probation, so hopefully every thing would go well =) Just FYI, I am working Melecca, staying in a hostel with my boss (yes, my boss @.@). The company is a restaurant, and I am hired as a.... hrmm.. I am not sure too. haha. But I'll tell you what I do here. Analyze and amend the operation management of the restaurant, set up a proper HR system and also provide marketing strategy for the restaurant. They asked me to come out with a name for my position =D I am not required to serve the customer and my work table is some table at the corner of the restaurant. Luckily, they have Wifi there. So I am easily approachable, if I am not walking around the restaurant to see how things are going. Melacca is their main branch, the second one is in Seremban and the third one is coming up in Rawang. So basically, I need to run about within these three places. Only God can tell how I am going to make it through all these. But I TRUST that He will keep an eye on me for that =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWAsZmw7bw/Tkm--yDo08I/AAAAAAAAAmg/HcNXfubupFM/s1600/IMAG1494.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1323768548804054225?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1323768548804054225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-working-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1323768548804054225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1323768548804054225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-working-woman.html' title='I am a working woman'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6402828038726477186</id><published>2011-07-14T00:57:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:58:47.446+12:00</updated><title type='text'>when love blossoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwEc6PgDlpo/Th2WXka6LrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/HWTenI0Yheg/s1600/5791603963_2d39d0d21f_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwEc6PgDlpo/Th2WXka6LrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/HWTenI0Yheg/s400/5791603963_2d39d0d21f_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820440940687026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blossoms, nothing can stand on its way =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6402828038726477186?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6402828038726477186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-love-blossoms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6402828038726477186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6402828038726477186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-love-blossoms.html' title='when love blossoms...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwEc6PgDlpo/Th2WXka6LrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/HWTenI0Yheg/s72-c/5791603963_2d39d0d21f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-261479444345146981</id><published>2011-06-30T22:50:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:12:34.355+12:00</updated><title type='text'>floats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln2h069aRtg/TgxY2hK3mEI/AAAAAAAAAls/FnSbEvnn-N8/s1600/IMAG1024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now officially a floater! Well not because I changes jobs (wish I have one to begin with) or changes residence frequently (I am still staying in my parent's home). Is just that I felt like I am floating around and not doing much. heh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I do felt like I am spoiled by so many choices ahead of me, I can go back to KL (or maybe Singapore) to look for jobs and come back for a P.R. later, when I am more ready. Or I can just stay here until I find a decent job and apply for a P.R. soon. Hrmm... Honestly, I can't decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've send in a few application and gotten my first rejection (which I seriously doubt that they really did read through my C.V.). Oh well, I am okay with it, it is never easy to find the job that you really like any way, what's more this is only the first application. So, I do thank God for not letting the rejection to diminish my spirit and my enthusiasm in continuing my search. But I really do hope that I can get something soon. So, do pray for me! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mean while, here's a small glimpse of my life lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln2h069aRtg/TgxY2hK3mEI/AAAAAAAAAls/FnSbEvnn-N8/s1600/IMAG1024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln2h069aRtg/TgxY2hK3mEI/AAAAAAAAAls/FnSbEvnn-N8/s400/IMAG1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623967728319043650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fondue at home. I must say that this is one of the best buy I ever made xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(cause it only cost me $10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpm-FIBl-Ec/TgxY2f5KspI/AAAAAAAAAlk/OQeiaxTN1uc/s1600/IMAG1038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpm-FIBl-Ec/TgxY2f5KspI/AAAAAAAAAlk/OQeiaxTN1uc/s400/IMAG1038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623967727976362642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dessert with mom at The Swell, St Clair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnv1U6IFfIc/TgxY2LB81zI/AAAAAAAAAlc/gP09_IEZL8U/s1600/IMAG1045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnv1U6IFfIc/TgxY2LB81zI/AAAAAAAAAlc/gP09_IEZL8U/s400/IMAG1045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623967722376058674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life would be empty without them, COFFEE =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69oPohSF8-Q/TgxY2KufXbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3zzAI3vuF9Y/s1600/IMAG1050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69oPohSF8-Q/TgxY2KufXbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/3zzAI3vuF9Y/s400/IMAG1050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623967722294435250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my latest masterpiece, fruit tart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am looking for another recipe to challenge myself to now, so stay tune!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5L8phzX8ec/TgxY177chqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tOSlZQjJpWs/s1600/IMAG1066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5L8phzX8ec/TgxY177chqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tOSlZQjJpWs/s400/IMAG1066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623967718322243234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate mud cake at Speight with some really good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the best night I ever had so far this year =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-261479444345146981?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/261479444345146981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/floats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/261479444345146981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/261479444345146981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/floats.html' title='floats'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ln2h069aRtg/TgxY2hK3mEI/AAAAAAAAAls/FnSbEvnn-N8/s72-c/IMAG1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2381343789349839594</id><published>2011-06-21T23:44:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:51:40.767+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A new stage of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiNj9GvpMbE/TgCFtHtVMWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XpjckAoI-Ho/s1600/pre-school_graduation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiNj9GvpMbE/TgCFtHtVMWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XpjckAoI-Ho/s400/pre-school_graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620639345168167266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! I've just finished my last university paper for the rest of my life. Now I can finally get my ass out of the comfort nest that my parent has build, and face the big big world out there. Time to spread my wings and show the world that Ginny is here to rock them all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2381343789349839594?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2381343789349839594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-stage-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2381343789349839594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2381343789349839594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-stage-of-life.html' title='A new stage of life'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiNj9GvpMbE/TgCFtHtVMWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XpjckAoI-Ho/s72-c/pre-school_graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5703347955754441337</id><published>2011-06-09T11:03:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:23:45.144+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was browsing through "stumbleupon" and came across with this blog. My heart melts and tears were shed after I read this (=T.T=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not too sure how to share it via the blog, and I can't exactly copy the words to another window either. So I've put them into picture file below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W11r84Qm0mI/TfAAuuKeM2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/i2gyjSB0OIU/s1600/heartwarming%2B%25281%2529.tiff" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W11r84Qm0mI/TfAAuuKeM2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/i2gyjSB0OIU/s400/heartwarming%2B%25281%2529.tiff" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615989537996944226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98Iw_nNM-SQ/TfAEZ1E5_aI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9sm4fGdsrw0/s1600/heartwarming%2B%25284%2529.tiff" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98Iw_nNM-SQ/TfAEZ1E5_aI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9sm4fGdsrw0/s400/heartwarming%2B%25284%2529.tiff" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993577121906082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98Iw_nNM-SQ/TfAEZ1E5_aI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9sm4fGdsrw0/s1600/heartwarming%2B%25284%2529.tiff" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QflcuUn7EDw/TfAAubVq1qI/AAAAAAAAAks/Hjyki9wlj0w/s1600/heartwarming%2B%25282%2529.tiff" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QflcuUn7EDw/TfAAubVq1qI/AAAAAAAAAks/Hjyki9wlj0w/s400/heartwarming%2B%25282%2529.tiff" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615989532943636130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LELtpzTJ4oU/TfAAuAUuAAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Y8-curlBWvU/s1600/heartwarming%2B%25283%2529.tiff" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LELtpzTJ4oU/TfAAuAUuAAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Y8-curlBWvU/s400/heartwarming%2B%25283%2529.tiff" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615989525691891714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original website is as follow, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;http://spabettie.com/2011/06/04/a-feel-good-story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5703347955754441337?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5703347955754441337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-warming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5703347955754441337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5703347955754441337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-warming.html' title='Heart warming'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W11r84Qm0mI/TfAAuuKeM2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/i2gyjSB0OIU/s72-c/heartwarming%2B%25281%2529.tiff' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5118916959387943749</id><published>2011-06-04T14:19:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:28:52.149+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't come and tell me what to do.</title><content type='html'>Don't come and tell me what I had done wrong when you did the exactly same thing before.&lt;div&gt;Don't come and tell me to be a better Christian when you are only using Christ to justify your sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't come and tell me not to be hateful Christian when you hated my boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't come and tell me not to be a hypocrite when you behave differently in front of me and in front of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghhc6i1v4fE/TemYPY4PwrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9QRhzhLF1bA/s1600/hypocrite-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghhc6i1v4fE/TemYPY4PwrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9QRhzhLF1bA/s320/hypocrite-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614185800637858482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't come and tell me what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5118916959387943749?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5118916959387943749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-come-and-tell-me-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5118916959387943749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5118916959387943749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-come-and-tell-me-what-to-do.html' title='Don&apos;t come and tell me what to do.'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghhc6i1v4fE/TemYPY4PwrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9QRhzhLF1bA/s72-c/hypocrite-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7097660744210394047</id><published>2011-05-31T21:17:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:22:21.081+12:00</updated><title type='text'>blue skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArNsBtwmAYs/TeSyxqe078I/AAAAAAAAAkI/EwPTpJEHR2k/s1600/IMAG0974.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArNsBtwmAYs/TeSyxqe078I/AAAAAAAAAkI/EwPTpJEHR2k/s320/IMAG0974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612807601897402306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a sunny day, you can always find me staring into those deep blue skies. The limitless width of the skies always give me a sense of peace, is as though it is telling me to cheer up. Telling me that every things is going to be alright. So just smile for it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7097660744210394047?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7097660744210394047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/blue-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7097660744210394047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7097660744210394047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/blue-skies.html' title='blue skies'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArNsBtwmAYs/TeSyxqe078I/AAAAAAAAAkI/EwPTpJEHR2k/s72-c/IMAG0974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-4545950650288014489</id><published>2011-05-25T23:51:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:34:23.885+12:00</updated><title type='text'>hurtful and hateful</title><content type='html'>Can any one tell me the difference between hurtful and hateful? There is a fine line between these two terms, but nevertheless, they still have very different meaning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurtful is when some one is hurt either physically or emotionally. When you do something or say something that may make another person uncomfortable, angry, despair and painful, you are being hurtful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hateful, on the other end, is a lot more extreme.  Unlike hurtful, hateful can be demonstrated via anger or actions that can lead to potential damage that one can never be able to forgive. One also cannot be hateful before first experiencing hurtful. After a series of hurtful events, may I say that, it can lead to hatred? Hence, becoming hateful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My understanding on this two term is very different, but then again, I might be wrong. Let me know what do you think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing for sure is that being hurtful or hateful begins with hurt. No one will ever choose to be hurtful or hateful without a reason. After all, God made us to love one another. I believe that before all this negative events arises, there is love. What causes love to be overwhelmed by such darkness? Was it that series of hurtful events? And where does the love goes once the person becomes such hurtful or hateful people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PB9Oib7F1g/Tdz2q14uA2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/E9uJP8RxJsg/s1600/love-hate-baby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PB9Oib7F1g/Tdz2q14uA2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/E9uJP8RxJsg/s320/love-hate-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610630451676709730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-4545950650288014489?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/4545950650288014489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/hurtful-and-hateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4545950650288014489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4545950650288014489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/hurtful-and-hateful.html' title='hurtful and hateful'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PB9Oib7F1g/Tdz2q14uA2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/E9uJP8RxJsg/s72-c/love-hate-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8930097708889362054</id><published>2011-05-16T23:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:18:04.231+12:00</updated><title type='text'>drained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Management is fun, but is really draining at the same time. I rarely eat or even stay at home, commerce building has become my second home. On top of that, I see my team mates more than I see my brother nowadays. Sigh. By the end of the day, I just don't feel like doing any thing and stare at the wall blankly for as long as I can. 2 more weeks, just 2 more. Lord, I need you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Swgk6TFUQ/TdEHhM5Tc1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GWybfguKLoQ/s1600/1304905965624.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Swgk6TFUQ/TdEHhM5Tc1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GWybfguKLoQ/s320/1304905965624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607271278031631186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZoFYSv3Gj0/TdEHgw0eEeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eXWuyJDKFfc/s1600/1304905537347%2Bcopy%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZoFYSv3Gj0/TdEHgw0eEeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eXWuyJDKFfc/s320/1304905537347%2Bcopy%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607271270495162850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8930097708889362054?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8930097708889362054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/drained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8930097708889362054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8930097708889362054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/05/drained.html' title='drained.'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Swgk6TFUQ/TdEHhM5Tc1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GWybfguKLoQ/s72-c/1304905965624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6276688794157983804</id><published>2011-04-25T23:33:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:03:32.711+12:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed abundantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've grown stronger, not on my own, but with help from God =) It was Easter weekend and I had an amazing quality time with God. Although two days sounded short, but I was blessed in a way more than I can ever imagine. I too realized that it is important that we need to have the right heart to seek God and to rely on Him for every decision that you make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the weekend comes, I was stuck in a dilemma. I wasn't sure if I should go to easter camp or not. Honestly, I knew where my heart stands. Is just that I don't have the courage to say it. yeah, I am weak and is pretty hard for me to say "NO" to others. I wanted to go away, to experience God. But I want to do something different this year too, somewhere I could really be alone with God. So, I decided not to go camp. Simply because is pointless to go for a camp that I know my heart would be somewhere else. Hence, it was just me and God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later the week, a few other people heard bout my plans and wanted to tag along too. I was alright with that idea, since is going to be a small group. But more and more people heard about it, and I was worried that they will choose the trip over the camp. Hence, I prayed. I pray that they wouldn't come if He doesn't want them too. Even if is just me alone, I am happy. A few people did pull out, and only one person was left with me, D. I'm glad =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were abundantly blessed in this trip. Firstly, we narrowly escape an accident (which I blame myself for) that could have seriously taken our lives away. Forgive me D, if you are reading this. That was really reckless of me. More details will be shared if you come and talk to me. Secondly, although the weather forecast did not seem so encouraging at first, but we had lots of sun on our way to Lake Tekapo. So much so that, we can walk around in shorts and sleeveless top. Thirdly, as we stopped by Lake Pukaki for our lunch, we came across with the vintage Zodiac road show! OMG! *hyperventilating* I love vintage cars and to see them on the road and able to take so many pictures with them before they leave (it was only a 20 min gathering), totally makes my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before night falls, I prayed for a good weather to see the stars in Lake Tekapo. I heard God whispering in my ears that He promises the stars, but I need to have faith in Him. When the sun sets, I look up to the sky and saw those shinning stars, that He had quietly promised me before. 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height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsFydj7rKcY/Tb_g4V-scGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/eotx651iQs0/s1600/IMAG0800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFKiyNy46lY/Tb_g4LNED6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DwTQzEh5cp8/s1600/IMAG0766.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFKiyNy46lY/Tb_g4LNED6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DwTQzEh5cp8/s320/IMAG0766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602443717157064610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6276688794157983804?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6276688794157983804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessed-abundantly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6276688794157983804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6276688794157983804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessed-abundantly.html' title='blessed abundantly'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4TOYJCiF1U/Tb_f2fg6zxI/AAAAAAAAAio/IFD62qglN0w/s72-c/IMAG0847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-4507522739553897791</id><published>2011-04-16T23:24:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:14:21.740+12:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odLLhZ3vO0Y/TamKFHXtsVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bPQ-bqZwFOY/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odLLhZ3vO0Y/TamKFHXtsVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bPQ-bqZwFOY/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596155832467042642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St Bathans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv8ETHifB-M/TamKE6Dg7HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kR11fKIQY1U/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv8ETHifB-M/TamKE6Dg7HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kR11fKIQY1U/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596155828892658802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St Bathans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I4DZIawmums/TamKEZPlshI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zz6zcSV2APA/s1600/IMG_1428.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I4DZIawmums/TamKEZPlshI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zz6zcSV2APA/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596155820084933138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E's farewell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCXhk-zs7Ec/TamKEN-5p4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/VLxn_QVYbNI/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCXhk-zs7Ec/TamKEN-5p4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/VLxn_QVYbNI/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596155817062147970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E's farewell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxdMANXLVw/TamKD4Bn22I/AAAAAAAAAhk/LTMsK4PbjsA/s1600/207076_10150167312622057_712177056_7078808_7959932_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfxdMANXLVw/TamKD4Bn22I/AAAAAAAAAhk/LTMsK4PbjsA/s320/207076_10150167312622057_712177056_7078808_7959932_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596155811167984482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E's farewell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E has left Dunedin for a bout a week by now. The first night was tough and I cried myself to sleep. I know I took it pretty hard on myself, but I just cant help it. After all these years of having him so close to me, is really not easy to see him leave. What's more, this town is where we met and fall for each other. Sometimes I do wonder, if God permits, I would like to hold our wedding here too =) As for now, things are getting better and found myself lost in the extra, free time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday, we went to this place call Saint Bathans (shown in the pictures above). Is about 3 hours drive north from Dunedin, pass by En Hakore and Middlemarch. The scenery is breath taking and I'm glad to be there with him. I hold a surprise farewell for him last Saturday too, but it some what failed. One of the girl I invited told him this, &lt;i&gt;"I am not sure if is a surprise, but I cannot come to your farewell&lt;/i&gt;". LOL, I did put a note there not to tell him though. Maybe I should put it at the beginning of the description and bold it next time. So it turns out that he knew about the surprise the same time that others do, but thankfully, she did not reveal the date. It was a themed farewell too! Thanks to D and F, we came out with this awesome theme: "E's Style" [which consists of sunnies, hoodie, bog short and slippers] hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think God has been really kind to me. Knowing that E's leaving will have a big impact for me, He let me adapt to it slowly. How? The four day road trip that E took with his friend (a glimpse of LDR), then come back to Dunedin for a few days (where we went to St Bathans and hold a little farewell for him) then take off again to another road trip for a week (still within the same time zone) before flying back to S'pore for good. You see the change of period here? From four days to one week and now 3 months (I've decided to go back home in July), all these slow changes have allowed me to adapt to it slowly. So I'm pretty sure God will help me/us make it through LDR too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: BIG HUG to those who has sent me many thoughtful messages, and happily went out with me this week (you know who you are). I'm glad to have you guys around. You are a real blessing to me and thank you =) love you all! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-4507522739553897791?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/4507522739553897791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-months-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4507522739553897791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4507522739553897791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-months-and-counting.html' title='3 months and counting'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odLLhZ3vO0Y/TamKFHXtsVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bPQ-bqZwFOY/s72-c/IMG_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6798652330989404212</id><published>2011-03-25T13:38:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:47:37.196+13:00</updated><title type='text'>my unspoken view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iktTQsb01K0/TYvrLWw5xoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rc4a7w7SbCQ/s1600/long_distance_love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iktTQsb01K0/TYvrLWw5xoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rc4a7w7SbCQ/s320/long_distance_love.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587818343005013634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you have heard, E is going back to S'pore this coming April. Some of you may wondered and have asked what is going to happen between us, if he goes back. Mean while, I have also received several comments, advice and critics from all parties. So here is what I really think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: If E is going back to S'pore, what about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: We will have to go for LDR. Is not that we haven done it before. The first 6 months of our 3 years relationship, started on LDR. We decided to keep this relationship going despite our circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: That was 3 years ago, things have change isn't it? Your needs from 3 years ago may differ from what it is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes, I agree and thank you for pointing it out. The reason why last summer of LDR was a bit rough may be a result of it, and I am not going to let it happen again. I will definitely talk to E about it and see what we can do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: why can't you be more supportive about E going back to S'pore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: No matter what E decided to do, he'll always have me at his back. The thought that I am going to stop him from going back has never even crossed my mind. In fact, I have been trying to tell him that going back to S'pore isn't a bad idea at all.  Just because E refuses to go back to S'pore, does not mean that is all due to my influences. He has a mind of his own, and I will never or be able to force him to do what he refuses to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, my view on E going back to S'pore, isn't exactly a bad idea at all. I think that is so much more better than the endless waiting and rejection that he has been going through here. Having said that, I will still hope. hope that he may actually find a decent job before he is forced to go back. Yes, I will definitely miss him, but that does not mean that I must have him by my side all the time. Is not good for the relationship, as well as for E himself.  However, the fact that he can go back to his family and friends back home, is more than a good reason to go home. So stop telling me to be more supportive, when things are already so hard on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6798652330989404212?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6798652330989404212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-unspoken-view.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6798652330989404212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6798652330989404212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-unspoken-view.html' title='my unspoken view'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iktTQsb01K0/TYvrLWw5xoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rc4a7w7SbCQ/s72-c/long_distance_love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5451741458052360186</id><published>2011-03-20T21:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:47:23.601+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE - Regionals "Get It Right" Full Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am so angry right now. I am angry at him, but most of all, I am more angry with myself. I just can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe that I led myself into this. I can't believe that I allow this to happen. I can't believe that I do not know how to take care of my heart. I can't believe that I am getting hurt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just feeling all emo now... Mean while, there is this song that I really like from Glee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u7qHYuVDIYY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;What have I done? I wish I could run&lt;br /&gt;Away from this ship goin' under&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to help, hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is&lt;br /&gt;On my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But how many it times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it ri-igh-ight&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can I start again with my faith shaken?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay and face my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser&lt;br /&gt;I'll get through this&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But how many it times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it ri-igh-ight&lt;br /&gt;So I throw up my fist&lt;br /&gt;I will punch in the air&lt;br /&gt;And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll send out a wish&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll send up a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And finally, someone will see&lt;br /&gt;How much I care!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But how many it times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it ri-igh-ight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5451741458052360186?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5451741458052360186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/glee-regionals-get-it-right-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5451741458052360186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5451741458052360186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/glee-regionals-get-it-right-full.html' title='GLEE - Regionals &quot;Get It Right&quot; Full Performance'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u7qHYuVDIYY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-333089559546695273</id><published>2011-03-10T20:59:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:06:44.301+13:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom has left the building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nb_38csRlI/TXiGesXwqHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/8wUzK52kzmg/s1600/IMAG0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nb_38csRlI/TXiGesXwqHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/8wUzK52kzmg/s320/IMAG0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582359599990745202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this maybe a little too late to post this up, since my mom was long gone for about 4 days by now. Having said that, I am still missing her to the bits. It hurts not to see her, sitting at the corner of the bench top (with her facebook game), every time I walked through the doors. yeah, my mom and her obsession in facebook's farmville. haha. It hurts too, not being able to see her every morning, making breakfast for me or to simply enjoy a meal with her. Now that she is gone, I am too lazy to make myself a good meal and also forced to have lunch alone. Though E is around, but it just feel different when you have your mom with you. I am sure that every one can relate to that. When mommy is around, we can be the most pampered child on earth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I miss my mommy =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-333089559546695273?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/333089559546695273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-mom-has-left-building.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/333089559546695273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/333089559546695273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-mom-has-left-building.html' title='my mom has left the building'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nb_38csRlI/TXiGesXwqHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/8wUzK52kzmg/s72-c/IMAG0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8782628126101081904</id><published>2011-03-05T01:52:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:04:40.430+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I do when my bf is not around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFa7jUwmno/TXDi4-kvvTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QsX-GgBaZCI/s1600/IMAG0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFa7jUwmno/TXDi4-kvvTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QsX-GgBaZCI/s320/IMAG0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580209406809718066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went lunch with my girlfriend, catch up with the rest of the people I bumped into, take a power nap, shopping with mom and brother, fixed a shoe rack until 11pm =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hEkhmm5HGY/TXDi34Tc_PI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3PA6UZhzjRU/s1600/IMAG0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hEkhmm5HGY/TXDi34Tc_PI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3PA6UZhzjRU/s320/IMAG0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580209387946704114" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJbIq_vlhs/TXDi4ULQt3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/TaW6aoko-90/s320/IMAG0143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580209395428538226" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who says that you'll need a guy to fix a shoe rack, I did it all by myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsDMScC--Q0/TXDi4n-OmaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/OzR8uqINR18/s1600/IMAG0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsDMScC--Q0/TXDi4n-OmaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/OzR8uqINR18/s320/IMAG0144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580209400742582690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nIk8RZDGKQ/TXDi4C6yXxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/P782Va26OWM/s1600/IMAG0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nIk8RZDGKQ/TXDi4C6yXxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/P782Va26OWM/s320/IMAG0142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580209390796037906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hEkhmm5HGY/TXDi34Tc_PI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3PA6UZhzjRU/s1600/IMAG0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8782628126101081904?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8782628126101081904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-i-do-when-my-bf-is-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8782628126101081904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8782628126101081904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-i-do-when-my-bf-is-not.html' title='Things that I do when my bf is not around'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxFa7jUwmno/TXDi4-kvvTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QsX-GgBaZCI/s72-c/IMAG0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2741871644077000661</id><published>2011-02-28T10:24:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:30:52.981+13:00</updated><title type='text'>job hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Dhc3ZR4pQ/TWrCZLxZbLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/cVMTatCOuhY/s1600/job-hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Dhc3ZR4pQ/TWrCZLxZbLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/cVMTatCOuhY/s320/job-hunt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578484826364275890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness! There are so many job vacancies back home! *excited* Honestly, this is the first time I have a good look at the market back home. I knew there are heaps of potential jobs for me to apply for back there, but not as much as I think it would be. Some of them even encourage fresh graduates! Mean while, the NZ market looks pretty gloomy to me. With every single vacancies posted online, nearly 99% of them requested an experienced applicant. Which I don't have. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh man... Is this your sign to me, God? What about the PR that I dreamed to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2741871644077000661?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2741871644077000661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/job-hunting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2741871644077000661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2741871644077000661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/job-hunting.html' title='job hunting'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2Dhc3ZR4pQ/TWrCZLxZbLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/cVMTatCOuhY/s72-c/job-hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6073580187731410830</id><published>2011-02-27T22:45:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:09:26.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.punctuality.time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_N4Bv7K6NU/TWoip5spAXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8FgWYhiBM14/s1600/time_travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_N4Bv7K6NU/TWoip5spAXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8FgWYhiBM14/s400/time_travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578309191709819250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends who knew me, they would have know that I am a very punctual person. I like to reach a place earlier than the supposed meeting time, hence I would also expect others to do the same. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Is better to be early than to be late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a principal that my parent had brought me up with. Is a good thing to be brought up with, and it would definitely give a little bit of credit in my work attitudes in the future; but I believe that I too can get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;carried away&lt;/span&gt; with it at times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can seriously get mad at my friends (close one, that I am comfortable enough to show my discomfort with) for being late, for even about 5 minutes. Nasty? Yeah, I know I am. And is something that I have been trying to talk myself out of it for so long. I just find it hard to find a reason to explain to myself this: why set a time, when you cannot comply to it? Having said that, if that person has a good reason, that is totally way out of their control, I would totally accept it and be fine with it. It helps more, if the person could just give me a heads up that they may take a little longer than they expect it to be. So? Is it too much to ask for? Isn't this an ethical way of doing it, instead of letting your friends to wait aimlessly for you to arrive (while you are taking your own sweet time, or could have just get ready a little bit earlier OR stop lingering around facebook/youtube) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, life also taught me that not every one will behave or think like you do. Sometimes, you just have to take it as it is. But it still sucks. How I wish I could just scream at them and say this, "LOOK AT YOUR WATCH! YOU'RE SO FREAKING LATE! NO! IS NOT OKAY, NOW APOLOGIES!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6073580187731410830?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6073580187731410830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/waitingpunctualitytime.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6073580187731410830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6073580187731410830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/waitingpunctualitytime.html' title='waiting.punctuality.time'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_N4Bv7K6NU/TWoip5spAXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8FgWYhiBM14/s72-c/time_travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1533320907296373773</id><published>2011-02-24T17:34:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:44:06.418+13:00</updated><title type='text'>words of encouragement:</title><content type='html'>I found this wonderful piece of  post entitled "Talk to me Abba" from one of the blog I have been following, and I would like to share this with all of you who need to hear from God. This is what God is desperate trying to tell you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You belong to me. I will fiercely protect you and guide you through every dark corridor. You are alive. You are free. Although you feel as though your wings have been clipped, it is a lie. Your wings have not been clipped. Listen to me. Your wings have not been clipped. The enemy has deluded you into the thinking that you are no longer capable of flight, but he is a liar. Don't ask me to regrow what I did not allow him to steal from you. Look, even now, and see the bold, brilliant wings I have given you. Quit sulking and prepare for flight. Do not gaze upon the lack of love from others who claim to speak in my name. Wrap yourself up in this love, my love. Love back. Heal. Forgive. Cry out. Burst forth. Do not deny me. Fly with depth and intensity...in the plenitude of my power."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Terribly Interesting" by Stephanie Cheery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1533320907296373773?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1533320907296373773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-of-encouragement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1533320907296373773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1533320907296373773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-of-encouragement.html' title='words of encouragement:'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7048327285328872942</id><published>2011-02-20T23:09:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:11:36.324+13:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bjKfQq1vrI/TWDowsPjnnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PjB8oGExMn4/s1600/1194984910785474358stop_sign_miguel_s_nchez_.svg.med.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bjKfQq1vrI/TWDowsPjnnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PjB8oGExMn4/s400/1194984910785474358stop_sign_miguel_s_nchez_.svg.med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575712261892447858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to stop. stop making it easier for other people to invade my heart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7048327285328872942?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7048327285328872942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7048327285328872942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7048327285328872942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bjKfQq1vrI/TWDowsPjnnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PjB8oGExMn4/s72-c/1194984910785474358stop_sign_miguel_s_nchez_.svg.med.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3312192688747028953</id><published>2011-02-08T04:47:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T04:52:28.397+13:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVHo38ryI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NvfWUmzqP-M/s1600/IMAG0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVHo38ryI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NvfWUmzqP-M/s320/IMAG0328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975960032653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVHSTxQkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x1enaWQgS30/s1600/IMAG0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVHSTxQkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x1enaWQgS30/s320/IMAG0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975953975329346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVG02sTKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ic8bktqwGbQ/s1600/179609_1894024909910_1220171967_32364427_1608958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVG02sTKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ic8bktqwGbQ/s320/179609_1894024909910_1220171967_32364427_1608958_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975946068741282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVGtU8WAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uR5jxZdwWwY/s1600/180863_1894022069839_1220171967_32364413_3280693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVGtU8WAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uR5jxZdwWwY/s320/180863_1894022069839_1220171967_32364413_3280693_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975944048138242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVGFxS31I/AAAAAAAAAe8/SzDfv12vKN8/s1600/179835_1894018469749_1220171967_32364394_4241492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVGFxS31I/AAAAAAAAAe8/SzDfv12vKN8/s320/179835_1894018469749_1220171967_32364394_4241492_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975933429636946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had such a great time being back here with my family and close friends that I really doubt if going back to NZ will be the better decision... Hrmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3312192688747028953?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3312192688747028953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/doubts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3312192688747028953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3312192688747028953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/02/doubts.html' title='doubts'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TVAVHo38ryI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NvfWUmzqP-M/s72-c/IMAG0328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8721168600777464928</id><published>2011-01-27T17:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:37:18.662+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What they say about Bali's sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TUD2VkjX_uI/AAAAAAAAAew/GuYWiwhySow/s1600/bali%2Bsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TUD2VkjX_uI/AAAAAAAAAew/GuYWiwhySow/s320/bali%2Bsunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566719989879668450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There is only one word to describe the sunsets in Bali:                        spectacular. In winter solstice in December, when  the sun                        is close to its lowest point, a large, bright  orange, red                        sun will approach the horizon of Kuta, descending  ever so                        slowly. Brilliant shadows are cast everywhere,  golden reflection                        on the water, and strips of clouds march as if to  curtain                        another day. One light strip of cloud will  probably march                        straight into the view, stealing the completeness  of the                        sun, as if to accessorize it with a flowing silk  sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on menu-top" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Font size" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" class="gl_size" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;arf.                        Millions pairs of eyes are fixated, as the sun's  bottom                        touches the horizon, and, in a matter of minutes,  vanishes                        from the sight, as if it was never there.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or, in Tanah Lot. A several hundred years old  temple stands                        erect, solemnly guarding the land from the  wilderness of                        the sea. Yet, as the sun begins its journey to its  nightly                        resting place, the brilliance of an orange, red  sun softly                        falls onto the side of the temple, raising its  mystique                        even more. As waves break into the natural stone  foundation                        of the temple, teasing the hundreds of little  snakes in                        the cave in front of the temple, the sun marches  down slowly.                        The millions of people it fascinates do not  disturb it,                        for its ritual must flow. As it draws near the  horizon,                        a magnified shadow of the temple is cast upon your  eyes,                        as if to whisper good night. And in a couple of  minutes,                        the sun rests, leaving traces of the day that has  just passed "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;-from&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; indo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8721168600777464928?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8721168600777464928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-they-say-about-balis-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8721168600777464928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8721168600777464928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-they-say-about-balis-sunset.html' title='What they say about Bali&apos;s sunset'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TUD2VkjX_uI/AAAAAAAAAew/GuYWiwhySow/s72-c/bali%2Bsunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1845583573396481935</id><published>2011-01-11T16:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:06:53.409+13:00</updated><title type='text'>IF...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSvJNAL19dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GnKwpYcIWXg/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSvJNAL19dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GnKwpYcIWXg/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560759390144165330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get to choose between having a luxury pay but not one person that I could trust around me and a slight austerity salary but with many friends that I could trust with...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I rather choose my friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1845583573396481935?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1845583573396481935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1845583573396481935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1845583573396481935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/if.html' title='IF...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSvJNAL19dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GnKwpYcIWXg/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8405342882448523060</id><published>2011-01-09T22:48:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:56:26.079+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Kelapa aka. Coconut Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We stop by a road side stall for a coconut drink this afternoon. It has been so long since I had a taste of it. Although I am not a big fan of it, but this thirst cruncher really taste yum when you needed it  the most =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE66MCLoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0sLzxfx9vzs/s1600/IMAG0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE66MCLoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0sLzxfx9vzs/s320/IMAG0116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560121362552598146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE7B9e9jI/AAAAAAAAAeY/2HeFxEPcTak/s1600/IMAG0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE7B9e9jI/AAAAAAAAAeY/2HeFxEPcTak/s320/IMAG0118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560121364639053362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE7fEVmAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qYa79TkDFek/s1600/IMAG0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE7fEVmAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qYa79TkDFek/s320/IMAG0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560121372452427778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8405342882448523060?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8405342882448523060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/air-kelapa-aka-coconut-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8405342882448523060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8405342882448523060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2011/01/air-kelapa-aka-coconut-drink.html' title='Air Kelapa aka. Coconut Drink'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSmE66MCLoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0sLzxfx9vzs/s72-c/IMAG0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2030493436591736999</id><published>2011-01-03T20:05:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:14:56.237+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sticking my nose into the books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to study. No seriously I need to. I am not being kiasu here and I know is my holiday now too! But some of you might not know that I actually missed 2 of my exam the last semester, and is all because of migraine. Yeah I've got a history of migraine since I was a teen. But never once it attack me during the mid of my examination... Oh well, what is done is done. I did manage to ask for a special exam and the department did grand me one. Thank God! It will be held once I got back to NZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSF3Oc4IoII/AAAAAAAAAeI/NEmDMytgv1s/s1600/Stick_Your_Nose_In_A_Book_by_TwoOfHearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSF3Oc4IoII/AAAAAAAAAeI/NEmDMytgv1s/s320/Stick_Your_Nose_In_A_Book_by_TwoOfHearts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557854505305415810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 310px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So yesh, I do have to study...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2030493436591736999?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TSF3Oc4IoII/AAAAAAAAAeI/NEmDMytgv1s/s72-c/Stick_Your_Nose_In_A_Book_by_TwoOfHearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3166453671671503643</id><published>2010-12-31T03:21:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:25:15.011+13:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福的女孩</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;这时刻的我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;好希望你能&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;在我的身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;拥抱着我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;因为在你怀里&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;让我觉的我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;是全世界最&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;幸福的女孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3166453671671503643?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3166453671671503643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3166453671671503643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3166453671671503643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='幸福的女孩'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-209396297553092003</id><published>2010-12-26T03:15:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:47:34.501+13:00</updated><title type='text'>being back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TRZ0bQznDyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dDfsIv4CtyM/s1600/560235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally after several hours of restless flights, I am finally back to a place I call home =) In the past month, I was blessed to travel to several places with my family. As fun as it was, I am actually glad that is all over now. Nothing beats the feeling of being home and enjoy all the good food that home got to offer ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had almost been a week since I reach KL. I haven got the chance to do much yet, just visiting my grandparents and helping out at home. I figured I needed some time to settle down before going out to meet people again. Not that I am being anti-social here, maybe age is catching up, I just felt like I need to slow things down a bit and give myself a break this time. A time to rebuild my relationship with God, some time with my beloved fat (really fat) dog, time to pick up readings again, maybe some time to blog and most of all time to rest. Seriously, all the travels are good but it is also physically draining as well. Not to mention, the day after we landed in NZ is my graduation. With the excitement, tiredness from the 12 hours flight from US (and also jet lag) and also the fact that some of my good girlies are going away for good, I feel like I am going to explode soon @.@ I am going to miss you Steph!!! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way, I am picking up this book entitled "Wild at Heart &amp;amp; Captivating" again. I can't remember if I finished reading it before, but I am starting it all over again. It definitely helps me in finding myself in God again, finding the purpose He had plan for me, finding what is it like to be "Woman" He design me to be =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TRZ0bQznDyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dDfsIv4CtyM/s200/560235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554755202124812066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-209396297553092003?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/209396297553092003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/209396297553092003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/209396297553092003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-back-home.html' title='being back home'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TRZ0bQznDyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dDfsIv4CtyM/s72-c/560235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7173353149731732024</id><published>2010-12-02T08:18:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:28:52.784+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaka Shaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey peeps! Guess where am I now? HAWAII! hehe. Came here for a short family holiday. We will be here for the next 3 days before taking off to Los Angeles. Seriously, the beaches here are really B.E.A.UTIFUL... Is breath taking @.@ Now I know why so many people choose to come to Hawaii. Apart from that, the food here are real evils. Cause is so yummy and comes in a bigger portion than Dunedin! xD I think I already gain few kgs by now. lol. Now I need to think of a way to fit into my graduation dress. D.I.E. Any way, here are some pictures of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahwOsWGhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lTdXZYDBWWg/s1600/IMG_4690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahwOsWGhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lTdXZYDBWWg/s400/IMG_4690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545797841103231506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahvlkFM6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nXxPOPv53i0/s1600/IMG_4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahvlkFM6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nXxPOPv53i0/s400/IMG_4697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545797830062715810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahvLLjp1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/pDaBXWpR0Fg/s1600/IMG_4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahvLLjp1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/pDaBXWpR0Fg/s400/IMG_4702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545797822980532050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahu7vAUXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k2KHCUyC1lo/s1600/IMG_4706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahu7vAUXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k2KHCUyC1lo/s400/IMG_4706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545797818834243954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahufqEFkI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dVeeRp1I5qU/s1600/IMG_4713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahufqEFkI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dVeeRp1I5qU/s400/IMG_4713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545797811297326658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Check out my photo album on facebook for more of it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7173353149731732024?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7173353149731732024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/shaka-shaka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7173353149731732024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7173353149731732024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/12/shaka-shaka.html' title='Shaka Shaka'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TPahwOsWGhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lTdXZYDBWWg/s72-c/IMG_4690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5877178424886707517</id><published>2010-11-22T17:42:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:48:56.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is D-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOn14uPc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhR-5UewKCI/s1600/75709_498600060497_592800497_7598994_1150218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOn14uPc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhR-5UewKCI/s400/75709_498600060497_592800497_7598994_1150218_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542231171290428818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited. Very excited for tomorrow =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5877178424886707517?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5877178424886707517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomorrow-is-d-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5877178424886707517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5877178424886707517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomorrow-is-d-day.html' title='tomorrow is D-day'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOn14uPc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhR-5UewKCI/s72-c/75709_498600060497_592800497_7598994_1150218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5860344369280120749</id><published>2010-11-17T23:19:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:25:31.634+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOOteIv7lbI/AAAAAAAAAco/yoVGsA4r2cE/s1600/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOOteIv7lbI/AAAAAAAAAco/yoVGsA4r2cE/s400/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540462699852043698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dedicate this post to my almighty Father in heaven. My prayers had been answered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the efforts that I had put in, none of them had even make it close to what I been yearning for all these while. But He had made it happened, by just a simple phone call. He had soften the hearts of those who had let me through. I give you thanks Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5860344369280120749?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5860344369280120749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5860344369280120749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5860344369280120749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful-heart.html' title='Grateful heart'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TOOteIv7lbI/AAAAAAAAAco/yoVGsA4r2cE/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6925700483927307016</id><published>2010-11-06T19:42:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:33:00.232+13:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days</title><content type='html'>3 more days till the end of my examinations. Here I am in burns trying to squeeze in as much as I can into this tiny brains of mine, while most of my friends is out there enjoying their year end holidays. Man, this is torturing =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is keeping me sane here, are the activities that I  planned to do after all my exams. So here's a quick list of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; *** SPECIAL- GIRLS' WEEKEND GET AWAY ***&lt;/span&gt; with Sheena, Steph and Becky. I can't say that I am not looking forward to this, but at the same time, I don't really want it to come so soon. Because it means that the days that I could see both Sheena and Steph will be much lesser =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) conduct &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experiment  "X"&lt;/span&gt; with Judith. Not gonna tell you guys what the experiments is about yet. hehe, but will definitely post it up once is done. I assure you that is going to be interesting one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3rd anniversary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Eugene. Yeah, it have been nearly 3 years now, really looking forward to this.  Eugene and I planned to up to the Fleur's place at Moeraki  Boulders for dinner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate need for suggestion on what to get for this special day.. suggestion any one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Family Holiday in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;muahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GRADUATION! YESH!!!&lt;/span&gt; Finally! xD I will be graduating on the 15th December, so do drop by if you can! We can do some cam-whore-ing together ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;till then... FIGHT!!!! WISH ME LUCK ! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6925700483927307016?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6925700483927307016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-more-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6925700483927307016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6925700483927307016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8907592052237856140</id><published>2010-11-02T18:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:42:27.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>one down, two more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't stop laughing, after I finished my exam in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TM-kmFlNLXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w1t-IQDkRvc/s1600/IMG_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TM-kmFlNLXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w1t-IQDkRvc/s400/IMG_1683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534823441301843314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The simply joy in life that opens up my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to welcome the sunny day Dunedin had decided to celebrate with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8907592052237856140?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8907592052237856140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-down-two-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8907592052237856140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8907592052237856140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-down-two-more-to-go.html' title='one down, two more to go'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TM-kmFlNLXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w1t-IQDkRvc/s72-c/IMG_1683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5830675779398703339</id><published>2010-10-29T00:46:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:49:45.524+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMljRtMkFLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gni-Bdv4QmA/s1600/3441312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMljRtMkFLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gni-Bdv4QmA/s400/3441312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533062773042582706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is so hard to say good byes, especially to those that you had build such a strong friendship with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;*emo-ing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5830675779398703339?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5830675779398703339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-byes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5830675779398703339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5830675779398703339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-byes.html' title='Good Byes'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMljRtMkFLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gni-Bdv4QmA/s72-c/3441312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8770784672084398952</id><published>2010-10-23T18:16:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:20:48.685+13:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC lunch near the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv8RHjNYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/z8xV0E71MSY/s1600/P23-10-10_15-00%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv8RHjNYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/z8xV0E71MSY/s400/P23-10-10_15-00%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531106373542294914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunny, blue day =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv7biTGoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UTFuJEpYj8k/s1600/P23-10-10_15-00%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv7biTGoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UTFuJEpYj8k/s400/P23-10-10_15-00%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531106359158971010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chill out after meal, still got his safety belt on.. for some reason... weird huh? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv69DqpDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8KARG6yrs2c/s1600/P23-10-10_14-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv69DqpDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8KARG6yrs2c/s400/P23-10-10_14-59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531106350977426482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our lovely J ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv6Y0EzNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9Q775pABaeA/s1600/P23-10-10_14-59%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv6Y0EzNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9Q775pABaeA/s400/P23-10-10_14-59%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531106341248355538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleepy head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8770784672084398952?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8770784672084398952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/kfc-lunch-near-beach.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8770784672084398952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8770784672084398952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/kfc-lunch-near-beach.html' title='KFC lunch near the beach'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TMJv8RHjNYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/z8xV0E71MSY/s72-c/P23-10-10_15-00%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5267675090833025188</id><published>2010-10-18T21:04:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:15:45.599+13:00</updated><title type='text'>tramping</title><content type='html'>I never knew how fun tramping could be, until I went to Abel Tasman with E.  I know some people might be turned off by the idea that you will be disconnect from the world for a few days, and the fact that you can not have a proper place to sleep in, fighting with the sand fly all day long, showering without a proper shelter.. etc. But trust me, as bad as it sounds, it is also fun and relaxing at the same time. To me, getting myself surrounded in the nature, is like giving myself a break from all the stress in every day life. Not to mention those harmful wavelengths around us too...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and E went for the walk a few years back, can't remember how long... maybe 2008? Now that the summer is here, I really wish that I could go on for another great walk. Any one keen? hehe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos from the tramping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA4GqzeUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C26xVdTA6Vc/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA4GqzeUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C26xVdTA6Vc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295406366947650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my shower bag. fill it with water, and let it sits under the sun for a few hours to get hot water out of it =) comes with water sprinkle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3--gp5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3IXRAPGRIQs/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3--gp5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3IXRAPGRIQs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295404302116754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shower area, not recommend tho.. cause these uses cold water from the mountain... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just thought that this looks cool =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3gRNzlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BjpDDp-K5Q4/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3gRNzlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BjpDDp-K5Q4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295396059074130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our tent =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3gwY2nI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_csHTLRLrbY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3gwY2nI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_csHTLRLrbY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295396189821554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E making breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3XIhsKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dkIViiXwLkc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA3XIhsKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dkIViiXwLkc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295393606709410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5267675090833025188?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5267675090833025188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/tramping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5267675090833025188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5267675090833025188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/tramping.html' title='tramping'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLwA4GqzeUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C26xVdTA6Vc/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8206580459995342708</id><published>2010-10-15T20:57:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:07:19.535+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Exam stress are hard to define, so I goggled a few pictures that are self explanatory...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0q3j5wI/AAAAAAAAAao/HVsvugHunZw/s1600/68414800_6e6982d33e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0q3j5wI/AAAAAAAAAao/HVsvugHunZw/s1600/68414800_6e6982d33e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0q3j5wI/AAAAAAAAAao/HVsvugHunZw/s400/68414800_6e6982d33e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528179343062460162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s1600/exam_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s400/exam_stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528179325290173938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how I am feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJz_ZG_mI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YOXzVef99cQ/s1600/examstress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJz_ZG_mI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YOXzVef99cQ/s400/examstress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528179331392011874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what we can do =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s1600/exam_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s1600/exam_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s1600/exam_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0h6A6BI/AAAAAAAAAag/EHEo98iSJUs/s1600/stresskit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0h6A6BI/AAAAAAAAAag/EHEo98iSJUs/s400/stresskit.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528179340656830482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0E7z49I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BaZZ481xIQQ/s1600/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0E7z49I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BaZZ481xIQQ/s400/stressed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528179332879737810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJz_ZG_mI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YOXzVef99cQ/s1600/examstress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJzoqUVfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x6SnmzSy9q4/s1600/exam_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8206580459995342708?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8206580459995342708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/examination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8206580459995342708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8206580459995342708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLgJ0q3j5wI/AAAAAAAAAao/HVsvugHunZw/s72-c/68414800_6e6982d33e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-708679012617688477</id><published>2010-10-10T14:04:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:14:57.623+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "See see. I am smart right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*excited to be acknowledged*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"I am still smarter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;*smirking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "..."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*pouting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;*draw me closer to him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;"I am smarter cause I can find a smart girl friend like you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*melted away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLETHeVyoPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jQY1O6H6pfM/s1600/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLETHeVyoPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jQY1O6H6pfM/s400/IMG_1646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526219236884783346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-708679012617688477?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/708679012617688477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/smooth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/708679012617688477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/708679012617688477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/smooth.html' title='Smooth'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TLETHeVyoPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jQY1O6H6pfM/s72-c/IMG_1646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7504408773645217803</id><published>2010-10-05T19:09:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:10:46.941+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Auckland</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am in Auckland currently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and the weather is great =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7504408773645217803?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7504408773645217803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/auckland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7504408773645217803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7504408773645217803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/auckland.html' title='Auckland'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7296361590894294762</id><published>2010-10-02T22:38:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:06:12.879+13:00</updated><title type='text'>so far so good =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;time for updates! =D hello hello!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case some are wondering where have I been, or FYI, I been kept away by all the facebook games and HK drama. Hence, there aren't much post lately. hehe. But yeah, time to get myself straighten up. Exam is just around the corner and now I am tied down with the last assignment for the semester, then is holiday time! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from all those games and drama I mentioned above, my week been hell of a drama too. Well, I don't intend to bored you with all my troubles, so I am not gonna talk much bout it. Just know that I was pretty up sad and disappointed over the incident. However, I did manage to learn something out of it. It make me realized how gracious our heavenly Farther is, to sinners like us. Even though, we had sin against Him and did horrible things that had up sad Him; yet, He had sacrifice His beloved Son, Lord Jesus, to die for sinners like us. So that whoever believes in Him, will not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I find it really difficult and I am not gonna deny it. However, it is exactly because He had first forgive me that I told myself that I should do the same to others. Is hard, but I know I can do it, ONLY with God's grace. So yes, prayers and more prayers, only that I can find the peace to deal with all those problems. Seriously, without prayers, I do not know how am I going to make it through. So thank God, thank you for seeing me through all this difficult time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ok, now the happier stuff =) Lifegroup was great this afternoon, I got lots of support and prayed for too. Thank you girls, for listening and taking good care of me. LOVE YOU ALL LOTS! and oh, we had a good time of fellowship while serving at church just now. hehe. Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMnSbeQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6WjyT1tXbsQ/s1600/P02-10-10_21-58%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMnSbeQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6WjyT1tXbsQ/s400/P02-10-10_21-58%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523386983232796930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yoga? lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMbcJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mifO8-7YKI8/s1600/P02-10-10_21-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMbcJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mifO8-7YKI8/s400/P02-10-10_21-58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523386980052362882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMOeBVdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lEtoOH1zgTw/s1600/P02-10-10_20-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMOeBVdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lEtoOH1zgTw/s400/P02-10-10_20-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523386976570529234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMOeBVdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lEtoOH1zgTw/s1600/P02-10-10_20-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMBdJOpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ulWE__ANjHs/s1600/P02-10-10_20-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left: Jasmie, Selene and Jie Ning. Melting butter. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMBdJOpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ulWE__ANjHs/s1600/P02-10-10_20-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMBdJOpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ulWE__ANjHs/s400/P02-10-10_20-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523386973077191314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kimmy making brownies =) It was superb yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMBdJOpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ulWE__ANjHs/s1600/P02-10-10_20-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7296361590894294762?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7296361590894294762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7296361590894294762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7296361590894294762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='so far so good =)'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TKcDMnSbeQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6WjyT1tXbsQ/s72-c/P02-10-10_21-58%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7501653043493902047</id><published>2010-09-17T17:40:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:46:50.668+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A lover's Concerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/G5kc5IxtbBk/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5kc5IxtbBk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5kc5IxtbBk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click on the picture to hear the song! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the song that I wanna be played on my wedding day ;)&lt;br /&gt;Just heard this song my friend posted on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought it would be good to be one of the many songs, that I wanted t0 be played on my special day. hehe. hopefully I don't sound so desperate to get married here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;BTW,  my dear Steph, I am not engaged or pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;But my "secret plan" post will be up soon, just missing some pictures now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7501653043493902047?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7501653043493902047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/lovers-concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7501653043493902047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7501653043493902047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/lovers-concerto.html' title='A lover&apos;s Concerto'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-358736237214930528</id><published>2010-09-16T13:15:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:53:22.882+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret plan: Surprise visit to Roxburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As most of you who already knew, E was working at Roxburgh for a little while. So I decided to pay him a little visit. I've told some people, so I suppose it not exactly that secret xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, I am glad to drop by there for a wee while =) It was my first time driving up to Roxburgh, so it was quite a little adventure for myself. With a full page long of notes on the major turns and junctions I might come across with, I prayed hard that for God's blessing me on the road and not get lost. Imagine how embarrassing would it be to call E, and tell him that I got lost while trying to give him a surprise xD Well, thankfully it did not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3Tdal_axI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iTnK6PCSS4Y/s1600/P15-09-10_08-35%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3Tdal_axI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iTnK6PCSS4Y/s400/P15-09-10_08-35%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801220534430482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roxburgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3Tdal_axI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iTnK6PCSS4Y/s1600/P15-09-10_08-35%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TdHZ3FmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ng6OKkpn0K4/s1600/P14-09-10_22-01%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TdHZ3FmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ng6OKkpn0K4/s400/P14-09-10_22-01%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801215383279202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcxNfUiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jHylELH7kXQ/s1600/P14-09-10_22-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcxNfUiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jHylELH7kXQ/s400/P14-09-10_22-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801209425809954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dun be jealous ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcP_BSXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CfAmeoFhq84/s1600/P14-09-10_18-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcP_BSXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CfAmeoFhq84/s400/P14-09-10_18-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801200506751346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcPGMRVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/u7FYuVWwcq8/s1600/P14-09-10_17-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3TcPGMRVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/u7FYuVWwcq8/s400/P14-09-10_17-59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801200268395858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-358736237214930528?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/358736237214930528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/secret-plan-surprise-visit-to-roxburgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/358736237214930528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/358736237214930528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/secret-plan-surprise-visit-to-roxburgh.html' title='Secret plan: Surprise visit to Roxburgh'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TJ3Tdal_axI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iTnK6PCSS4Y/s72-c/P15-09-10_08-35%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-9221653391615395594</id><published>2010-09-14T10:06:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:10:18.959+12:00</updated><title type='text'>secret plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TI6hPGbvCMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Vha-TgZaJ3k/s1600/TopSecret_Thumbnail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TI6hPGbvCMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Vha-TgZaJ3k/s400/TopSecret_Thumbnail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516523874372487362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes, is a secret. but only for now. will update you guys once is over. just need to tell this to some one and at the same time not telling the whole story. lol. So, stay tune! xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;btw, hello Sebastian ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-9221653391615395594?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/9221653391615395594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/secret-plan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9221653391615395594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9221653391615395594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/secret-plan.html' title='secret plan'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TI6hPGbvCMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Vha-TgZaJ3k/s72-c/TopSecret_Thumbnail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5764779409909652317</id><published>2010-09-12T20:21:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:23:43.214+12:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIyNqNVbPqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EpE5iLXfna4/s1600/P12-09-10_05-21%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIyNqNVbPqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EpE5iLXfna4/s400/P12-09-10_05-21%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515939399895563938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll be waiting for you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5764779409909652317?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5764779409909652317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sweet-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5764779409909652317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5764779409909652317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sweet-heart.html' title='my sweet heart'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIyNqNVbPqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EpE5iLXfna4/s72-c/P12-09-10_05-21%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-817330116731657005</id><published>2010-09-12T14:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:52:12.494+12:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone died</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-817330116731657005?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/817330116731657005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/817330116731657005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/817330116731657005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-died.html' title='iPhone died'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7687028623713006657</id><published>2010-09-07T10:56:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:33:47.674+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I love soft toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIVyToOeW7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mP6jGu8qgf8/s1600/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIVyToOeW7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mP6jGu8qgf8/s400/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513939000326249394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isn't it adorable? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took this picture in Lake Tekapo. Yup, went to Lake Tekapo for 2 days over the mid semester break. It was a good break and it was high time for me to get away from Dunedin for a little while =) We drove pass Twizel again and had that awesome QQ salmon sashimi, which is what I am missing now... Oh well, more pictures from this trip on my facebook, if you guys are interested ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apart from that, I had a really crazy Saturday too. Woke up early to do some landscaping with the my OCF friends. I thought that is was just going to be some basic gardening job and seeing that it pays pretty well, I offer myself to it. Unfortunately, it was more of a hard labour. I was asked to wash the floor, carry the bricks/ woods around, clear the tools, move the flower pots (which weight more than 5kg each), loosen the soil (which took me and C almost 2 hour to finish)... As tiring as it sounds, it was pretty fun at the same time too ;) As soon as I am done with it, I had to rush to meet E's mom and sis. They went for a road trip to Te Anau and Queenstown. But they are dropping by Dunedin for lunch before heading up to Christchurch again later that afternoon. So, I have got only 1/2 hour to rush home, shower, and ran off to meet them at St Clair. GG. Fortunately, I made it and manage to send them off later after a short catch up with them =D Later that night, I went out with S, C, A and D. It was an epic night and we stay up till late, but we still manage to go out for a pretty early breakfast the next day. lol, with a sore body and sleepless night, I was pretty amazed by how I can pull it off with all these activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, this is my mid sem break; started it with a road trip in Tekapo and ended it with an eventful day in Dunedin with a bunch of awesome friends =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7687028623713006657?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7687028623713006657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-soft-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7687028623713006657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7687028623713006657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-soft-toys.html' title='I love soft toys'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TIVyToOeW7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mP6jGu8qgf8/s72-c/IMG_1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-868275370010710044</id><published>2010-08-28T16:15:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:12:52.295+12:00</updated><title type='text'>angry with me</title><content type='html'>angry with other people hurts us physically and emotionally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but angry with yourself... hurts even more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-868275370010710044?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/868275370010710044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/angry-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/868275370010710044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/868275370010710044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/angry-with-me.html' title='angry with me'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1524172952897512143</id><published>2010-08-22T22:32:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:36:58.990+12:00</updated><title type='text'>D-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/THD9hWu3VdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bbNgz2vaRGM/s1600/me+n+gene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/THD9hWu3VdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bbNgz2vaRGM/s400/me+n+gene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508181093753771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2ml will be our 2 year and 9 months anniversary =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1524172952897512143?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1524172952897512143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1524172952897512143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1524172952897512143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-day.html' title='D-day'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/THD9hWu3VdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bbNgz2vaRGM/s72-c/me+n+gene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-4896754353082669835</id><published>2010-08-21T01:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:44:43.763+12:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my favorite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TG6GrpCxvrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nLM_85AQNFA/s1600/IMG_9986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TG6GrpCxvrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nLM_85AQNFA/s320/IMG_9986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507487478630694578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...picture from Kings's Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-4896754353082669835?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/4896754353082669835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4896754353082669835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4896754353082669835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-my-favorite.html' title='one of my favorite...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TG6GrpCxvrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nLM_85AQNFA/s72-c/IMG_9986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2158427176279292960</id><published>2010-08-17T14:11:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:36:46.876+12:00</updated><title type='text'>random picture updates =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9lYMLrKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1igt4xF5C7U/s1600/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9lYMLrKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1igt4xF5C7U/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506210838027676834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheena's re-18th birthday celebration at Vi Va Ce =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9lPyipDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TaR6CblU0qQ/s1600/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9lPyipDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TaR6CblU0qQ/s320/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506210835772646450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brunch at ALTO cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9ksmCk7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/1NloEO_Fpc0/s1600/IMG_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9ksmCk7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/1NloEO_Fpc0/s320/IMG_1544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506210826324972466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;posing after shopping. a bit failed... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9kTTUFEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fvAJa9UlESk/s1600/IMG_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9kTTUFEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fvAJa9UlESk/s320/IMG_1543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506210819535541314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random picture I took while waiting for a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever wonder how often you look up to a lamp post? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9j-LDuVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EvFRCC6cqdc/s1600/IMG_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9j-LDuVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EvFRCC6cqdc/s320/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506210813863770450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Plato for dinner to celebrate the completion of Eugene's thesis =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw7qembkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uNSjxP_aEUQ/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw7qembkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uNSjxP_aEUQ/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506196927242726978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw7PH0QXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hUdjh91Ltdk/s1600/IMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw7PH0QXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hUdjh91Ltdk/s320/IMG_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506196919899406706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw6l6-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3rg3QUHO5dI/s1600/IMG_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw6l6-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3rg3QUHO5dI/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506196908839719314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw6c2aFUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/c3R7VFN_MPw/s1600/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGnw6c2aFUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/c3R7VFN_MPw/s320/IMG_1522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506196906404615490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2158427176279292960?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2158427176279292960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-picture-updates-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2158427176279292960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2158427176279292960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-picture-updates-d.html' title='random picture updates =D'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGn9lYMLrKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1igt4xF5C7U/s72-c/IMG_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8148446190764905152</id><published>2010-08-15T14:53:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:02:45.114+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGdYYwdMgDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3R-hkKc2x8/s1600/Friday-The-13th-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGdYYwdMgDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3R-hkKc2x8/s320/Friday-The-13th-7.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466251831181362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bang my head on the door, last Friday, while I was trying to enter my flat. Don't ask me how, I guess I was just very absent minded at that moment of time. After that bang (which my brother later told me that, he thought I slammed the door. but actually it was my head which got slammed), I bow my head and held it tight with my hands, but then I soon realized that blood already started bleed. Yeah, I got a cut on my eye brow too, and yes, it hurts a lot (T.T) However, I managed to stop the bleed and even went on to the King's Ball 4 hours later =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So, what's your story for the Friday the 13th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8148446190764905152?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8148446190764905152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8148446190764905152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8148446190764905152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TGdYYwdMgDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3R-hkKc2x8/s72-c/Friday-The-13th-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2861958511243875144</id><published>2010-08-10T14:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:00:13.567+12:00</updated><title type='text'>cBox removed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;..because the amount of spam messages been increased and is irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2861958511243875144?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2861958511243875144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/cbox-removed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2861958511243875144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2861958511243875144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/cbox-removed.html' title='cBox removed..'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6205988142225386376</id><published>2010-08-10T14:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:54:17.665+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that is a good day when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you manage to roll out of bed (after a long night) to go church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learnt a great deal about God and His unconditional love for us again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have lunch with a group of awesome friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; followed by shopping and a slack lazy Sunday afternoon tea with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you cleaned the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; kitchen and the toilet look spotless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you had a wonderful dinner with your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;and of course, most of all, you enjoyed every single bit of it =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6205988142225386376?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6205988142225386376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-that-is-good-day-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6205988142225386376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6205988142225386376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-that-is-good-day-when.html' title='You know that is a good day when...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-9021913239400933858</id><published>2010-08-06T23:12:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:15:58.714+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I do have emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFvufDs5f2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1CUx1Fq7t98/s1600/tiger.angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFvufDs5f2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1CUx1Fq7t98/s320/tiger.angry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502253587100172130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just because I don't show it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just because I don't say it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just because you think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't mean that I am not angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I too, have emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-9021913239400933858?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/9021913239400933858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-have-emotions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9021913239400933858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9021913239400933858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-have-emotions.html' title='I do have emotions'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFvufDs5f2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1CUx1Fq7t98/s72-c/tiger.angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2778174805036215414</id><published>2010-08-03T20:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:33:05.619+12:00</updated><title type='text'>cant't wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFfTKx1Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/V9G1HyNwlhQ/s1600/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFfTKx1Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/V9G1HyNwlhQ/s320/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501097651985092434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;changed my duvet cover and bed sheet for a brighter colour =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;wave..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; sea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;sun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;getting ready for spring and summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2778174805036215414?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2778174805036215414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/cantt-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2778174805036215414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2778174805036215414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/cantt-wait.html' title='cant&apos;t wait!'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFfTKx1Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/V9G1HyNwlhQ/s72-c/IMG_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8429999153110308078</id><published>2010-08-02T23:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:28:25.575+12:00</updated><title type='text'>a procrastinating student's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0ZAWEfLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EmUQN25Lyao/s1600/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0ZAWEfLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EmUQN25Lyao/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500782336561937586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0YjnrErI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Pqu_GjBtHfo/s1600/party-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0YjnrErI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Pqu_GjBtHfo/s320/party-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500782328851141298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;facebook + party + hang out with friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0ZWc4KZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OlCB0DLZGo0/s1600/beach-sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0ZWc4KZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OlCB0DLZGo0/s320/beach-sea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500782342496070034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa5whnuZqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i6xwFgumtgg/s1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa5whnuZqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i6xwFgumtgg/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500788238189487778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ coffee time + beach + games night +blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0YYvxrXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nSuqmyNoJMQ/s1600/rush-assignment.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0YYvxrXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nSuqmyNoJMQ/s320/rush-assignment.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500782325932338546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ start assignment on the night before + burn midnight oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;= University life =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8429999153110308078?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8429999153110308078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/procrastinating-students-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8429999153110308078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8429999153110308078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/08/procrastinating-students-life.html' title='a procrastinating student&apos;s life'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TFa0ZAWEfLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EmUQN25Lyao/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7135142071746764669</id><published>2010-07-31T18:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:18:11.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried when I watch this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cyheJ480LYA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;click on the picture to view the video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...because it meant something for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So it does to you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7135142071746764669?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7135142071746764669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cried-when-i-watch-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7135142071746764669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7135142071746764669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cried-when-i-watch-this.html' title='I cried when I watch this...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7678834445132424229</id><published>2010-07-30T11:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:48:10.780+12:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Carol was right. So far, my blog is filled with lots of emo-ness in it. So as for this post, I am going to post something a little brighter, happier post =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work trial at the Tokyo Garden went well. Although it was superb busy last night, the boss actually think that I did a great job and ask me to go back. Yay! =D I did get screamed at tho, but not because I am too clumsy or whatsoever; is just because we can hardly hear each other with so much noise in the restaurant. It gets really busy and headache at some point of time. The fellow workers were really friendly to me as well, so really thank God for it =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I went for a swim with Andrew, Steph and Sylvia yesterday, at the Moana Pool. Ahhh.... the smell of chlorine (&gt;.&lt;) hehe. An intense (well, I think ;p) morning exercise, followed by a nice 15 min soak in the hot pool. It made my day seems so good =D We then went to Veno Vena for brunch, food was awesome =D love the pancakes! I think I found another alternative to Capper's delicious yet expensive pancake now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7678834445132424229?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7678834445132424229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7678834445132424229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7678834445132424229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6010127895518931813</id><published>2010-07-29T15:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:27:39.181+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Part time job trial at Tokyo Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feelings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; cause I found a new part time job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause I heard from Surynn that a guy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;who went for a trial before me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;already feel like quitting at the end of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hrmm...... I wonder what will it be like tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6010127895518931813?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6010127895518931813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-time-job-trial-at-tokyo-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6010127895518931813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6010127895518931813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-time-job-trial-at-tokyo-garden.html' title='Part time job trial at Tokyo Garden'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6685321447548066020</id><published>2010-07-28T15:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:13:03.417+12:00</updated><title type='text'>broken strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-l0g0n02I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9G01X-uBm8w/s1600/scissor.string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-l0g0n02I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9G01X-uBm8w/s400/scissor.string.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498795991625093986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-k4vkL6RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/suIWi0bOhb8/s1600/raquect.broken+string.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-k4vkL6RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/suIWi0bOhb8/s400/raquect.broken+string.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794964790536466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-krh2gjfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jLgUVJ8XvH0/s1600/raquect.broken+string.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-krh2gjfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jLgUVJ8XvH0/s400/raquect.broken+string.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794737770991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you broke the trust that we had for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you took advantage of my trust on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you left me all alone when you found some one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you were never there when I needed support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you make fun of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you point out my wrongs but never forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you bring me down to make yourself look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you are the worst friend that any one can ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, who am I to judge you. Now that we are no longer friends, I still want to wish you all the best. Because we were once friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6685321447548066020?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6685321447548066020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6685321447548066020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6685321447548066020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-strings.html' title='broken strings'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TE-l0g0n02I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9G01X-uBm8w/s72-c/scissor.string.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2744703176192643492</id><published>2010-07-26T14:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:43:26.566+12:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little update =)</title><content type='html'>As I am moving towards my 3rd week of uni, it seems to me that, management papers are far more interesting than I expected it to be. Although some of the essential readings are boring or dull, but the classes were really informative and interesting. So much so that, I actually hoped that it doesn't ends. Honestly, I really wonders if I have taken the wrong course. Hrmmm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side note, I was pretty up sad over a incident, which I know I shouldn't be. Well the situation is one of my friend had a birthday party and I was not invited (T.T) yeah, as bitter as it sounds to be, I really felt dejected by it. I know it sounds a bit childish, but is just one of those friends that I thought I am part of their life, but the fact remains I am not that important to them at all. Oh well, was feeling pretty shitty that evening after I found out from other friends bout the celebration. However, after a nice little quality time with my brother, I was feeling so so much better. Wonders that a family member can do, by bringing back the sun to your life again =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEz2EF7KooI/AAAAAAAAAVM/632lnuG74Q0/s1600/family-guy-coloring-page-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEz2EF7KooI/AAAAAAAAAVM/632lnuG74Q0/s320/family-guy-coloring-page-4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498039795282780802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Uni again, assignments are coming up now and the lecture notes are piling up again. This time, will definitely try to keep with the work load =D till then, tata! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2744703176192643492?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2744703176192643492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-little-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2744703176192643492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2744703176192643492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-little-update.html' title='just a little update =)'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEz2EF7KooI/AAAAAAAAAVM/632lnuG74Q0/s72-c/family-guy-coloring-page-4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-7737258529166348065</id><published>2010-07-19T13:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:47:47.233+12:00</updated><title type='text'>part time job hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEOul1_YKjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nAFrUnDnCII/s1600/job+hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEOul1_YKjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nAFrUnDnCII/s320/job+hunting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495427935493433906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trial 1: Rain Forest&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trial 2: McDonald&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trial 3: Couplands&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trial 4: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Still searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-7737258529166348065?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/7737258529166348065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-time-job-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7737258529166348065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/7737258529166348065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-time-job-hunting.html' title='part time job hunting'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TEOul1_YKjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nAFrUnDnCII/s72-c/job+hunting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-259232428204647338</id><published>2010-07-18T01:18:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:20:36.895+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"I am not comfortable with you going drinking with her". There I said it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Now that you know, what difference does it makes any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;You still go on with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-259232428204647338?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/259232428204647338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-not-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/259232428204647338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/259232428204647338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-not-comfortable.html' title='I am not comfortable'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1908402517763842873</id><published>2010-07-05T21:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:42:17.281+12:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For some reason, it felt really weird to be back in the big city again. Honestly, I always find it easier to adapt into a smaller town, as compare to, moving into a bigger city. i guess seeing people walking so fast, being so angry or stress all the time, the traffic madness, and the need to be at a defense mode at all time is really stressing me out. It got worse when dad was speeding all the way back home from the airport. yeah yeah, I do that very often too. But hey, my dad's driving skill is comparable to a F1 racer. So it was not really a pleasant ride ;( How did i ever survive it? I asked myself. I was once like that before, why do I find it so weird now. Maybe I have changed, but is it for better or worse? even the food I used to like so much seems to loose it's palatability or it seems rather less appealing to me now. Maybe the jet lag is playing a trick on my mind then, will see how it goes from here. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;On the bright side, I watched soccer with dad and brother, for a while. Looking out of the sliding door is a beautiful night view that covers the KL city center. It is a breath taking scene, well, for me =) I do misses the night view from our apartment and also misses every thing back home and also my beloved doggy; but at the same time, I still felt like a stranger in my own home. What a queer feeling to have...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TDGo3p1WquI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EdqGjCHcXmM/s1600/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TDGo3p1WquI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EdqGjCHcXmM/s320/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490355094817254114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1908402517763842873?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1908402517763842873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/coming-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1908402517763842873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1908402517763842873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/coming-back-home.html' title='coming back home'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TDGo3p1WquI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EdqGjCHcXmM/s72-c/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5896247382036069658</id><published>2010-07-02T00:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:49:26.768+12:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am such a careless girl. Give me a glassware, and I break it. Give me a pair of expensive ear rings, I loose one of them. Give me a new car, I scratched and dented it. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5896247382036069658?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5896247382036069658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5896247382036069658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5896247382036069658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-4908709350104055396</id><published>2010-06-30T18:11:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:13:33.273+12:00</updated><title type='text'>it comes in red now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCrgbjwILZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xqI8FYP60jU/s1600/IMAG0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCrgbjwILZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xqI8FYP60jU/s320/IMAG0137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488445859962563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-4908709350104055396?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/4908709350104055396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-comes-in-red-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4908709350104055396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4908709350104055396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-comes-in-red-now.html' title='it comes in red now'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCrgbjwILZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xqI8FYP60jU/s72-c/IMAG0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8472373720731106523</id><published>2010-06-25T22:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:54:13.074+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Lake Tekapo</title><content type='html'>Finally! After hearing what a wonderful place Lake Tekapo is from E all this time, I finally got a chance to see it for myself. The time needed to travel to the lake itself was gonna take us nearly 4 hrs to reach, so we got up a little bit earlier this morning to make up some time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am: E reach our place. Me &amp;amp; mom still busy packing all the things we need to bring for the trip. Towels, shampoo, swim suit (for the hot pool), dumplings, water.. etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:15am: left the house. "oh no! I can't find my phone!" *searching the bag like a mad woman*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:16am: "oh! I found it! is just here =D"     "right..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSWokOixLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/89PrrJfL-m8/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSWokOixLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/89PrrJfL-m8/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486675869707715762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:20am: Journey started... Mom felt a sleep, at the back of the car, half an hour later. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:40pm: stopped by Oomaru to visit the Whitestone Cheese Factory. We got to try a whole range of cheese; soft cheese, press cheese or hard cheese, you named it they got it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVwOJ3l6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/X-uB2bR4kBo/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVwOJ3l6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/X-uB2bR4kBo/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486674901709854626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVwOJ3l6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/X-uB2bR4kBo/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVvThhdrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iOFDRl8-ca0/s1600/IMG_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVvThhdrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iOFDRl8-ca0/s320/IMG_1254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486674885971375794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVvThhdrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iOFDRl8-ca0/s1600/IMG_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVupZzjRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8wsJqR14ZXY/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVupZzjRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8wsJqR14ZXY/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486674874664717586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lemon cheese cake~ made with their home made cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we even bought 2 more cheese cake back to Dunedin =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:20am: Waitaki dam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVt-DVwTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nk2bED6HYZw/s1600/IMAG0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVt-DVwTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nk2bED6HYZw/s320/IMAG0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486674863027765554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:15pm: Salmon farm! yummy, fresh Salmon! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUVfHVYPI/AAAAAAAAATk/mNEJwLh2Rck/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUVfHVYPI/AAAAAAAAATk/mNEJwLh2Rck/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486673342894530802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUVfHVYPI/AAAAAAAAATk/mNEJwLh2Rck/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUU_FCvqI/AAAAAAAAATc/m6hwACNHxB0/s1600/IMG_1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUU_FCvqI/AAAAAAAAATc/m6hwACNHxB0/s320/IMG_1297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486673334294986402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because is winter now, the salmons were not very active. Apparently if you come in summer, you can see them jumping around a lot more and very high too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVtCXu-4I/AAAAAAAAATs/GJOsgZrmNy4/s1600/IMAG0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSVtCXu-4I/AAAAAAAAATs/GJOsgZrmNy4/s320/IMAG0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486674847007177602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:10pm stop by Lake Pukaki for some pictures and also the start of our snow ball fights ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSWoLamQDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a8J6dWkIWjQ/s1600/IMAG0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSWoLamQDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a8J6dWkIWjQ/s320/IMAG0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486675863047389234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom at Lake Pukaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:50: Lake Tekapo. We went to the Alpine Spa for a little walk instead of getting ourself into the hot pool. Mom was pretty insisted on having a private pool, so since they do not have one, we just gonna pass. But I'll definitely want to go back there again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUUQdmp-I/AAAAAAAAATU/0Ta5Giobkug/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUUQdmp-I/AAAAAAAAATU/0Ta5Giobkug/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486673321781536738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUTkUt_xI/AAAAAAAAATM/vcnGzOy-UGk/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUTkUt_xI/AAAAAAAAATM/vcnGzOy-UGk/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486673309933109010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:05pm: Went for a drive around town and to the Church of the good Shepherd. Took lots of pictures here. E even made a little snow man =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCb3KyAMtYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ItnOwmgA0e4/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCb3KyAMtYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ItnOwmgA0e4/s320/IMAG0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487344960590886274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUTaaMNII/AAAAAAAAATE/aplqIpVbq2o/s1600/IMAG0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSUTaaMNII/AAAAAAAAATE/aplqIpVbq2o/s320/IMAG0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486673307271705730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:20pm: tea break at theLake Tekapo Tavern while listening to Michael Jackson's songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:00pm: more fun in the snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdh3-xnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cMOdLkGycGg/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdh3-xnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cMOdLkGycGg/s320/IMAG0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670182539511410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdh3-xnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cMOdLkGycGg/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdNw25OI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8wMUfzCxYo/s1600/IMAG0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdNw25OI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8wMUfzCxYo/s320/IMAG0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670177140925666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRdNw25OI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8wMUfzCxYo/s1600/IMAG0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spot E trying to throw a snowball at my mom. he was a dead meat soon after ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcm2nRHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Jt8PQmceknU/s1600/IMAG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcm2nRHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Jt8PQmceknU/s1600/IMAG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcm2nRHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Jt8PQmceknU/s320/IMAG0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670166696084594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcm2nRHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Jt8PQmceknU/s1600/IMAG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcFr5EDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Oh-5BFigWz0/s1600/IMAG0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcFr5EDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Oh-5BFigWz0/s320/IMAG0116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670157792743474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to make a snow angel~ my phone slipped out of my pocket here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It slides really far away from me, on the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So better keep your phone properly if you happen to make one next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRcFr5EDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Oh-5BFigWz0/s1600/IMAG0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRbl-A8ZI/AAAAAAAAASc/9rUxClv-A24/s1600/IMAG0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSRbl-A8ZI/AAAAAAAAASc/9rUxClv-A24/s320/IMAG0118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670149278822802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:15pm: starts heading back home~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-8472373720731106523?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/8472373720731106523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-trip-to-lake-tekapo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8472373720731106523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/8472373720731106523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-trip-to-lake-tekapo.html' title='Day Trip to Lake Tekapo'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCSWokOixLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/89PrrJfL-m8/s72-c/IMG_1239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1383022240114348095</id><published>2010-06-24T23:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:43:39.592+12:00</updated><title type='text'>second week of holiday =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So as I mentioned in my earlier post, am gonna make dumpling this week with my mom. So here are some pictures from the dumpling making sessions =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8dPBgdyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Exo-V-_jX0s/s1600/IMG_1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8dPBgdyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Exo-V-_jX0s/s320/IMG_1223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295244014122786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooked bamboo leaf. We need to boil them till it's soften. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then followed by brushing each and every one of them. Just to make sure that is clean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8eAZIbgI/AAAAAAAAARM/yvv5iUYYfGA/s1600/IMG_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8eAZIbgI/AAAAAAAAARM/yvv5iUYYfGA/s320/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295257266548226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bamboo string: you need to boil them for a little while longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till it dun break easily when you tried pulling them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this is to ensure that they will not break easily when you pull it a little bit stronger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8emA8uXI/AAAAAAAAARU/2oiMLp4ysiM/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8emA8uXI/AAAAAAAAARU/2oiMLp4ysiM/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295267365665138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8e-f0u7I/AAAAAAAAARc/ivZbRCvPrD8/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8e-f0u7I/AAAAAAAAARc/ivZbRCvPrD8/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295273937615794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingredients: glutinous rice, salted egg yolk, mushroom, salted pork(raw), soybean, chinese sausage and some other spices (mom gt that sorted, so not very sure of it ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8fMb5JEI/AAAAAAAAARk/rzXlLeVI0Ls/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8fMb5JEI/AAAAAAAAARk/rzXlLeVI0Ls/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295277679223874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then put them to boil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since is a little bit big, it took us a little longer to cook them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I managed to catch up with some of my live group girls too. Sofia and Darin, student from the Language center, joined us a bit later this year. They are going to be at the end of their journey here in Nz soon, so had a little catch up with them the other day. Man... time do flies so fast. Before I knew it, is time to say goodbye with them soon already. sadzz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAm4DEtoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mTeGLBQZFYE/s1600/IMG_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAm4DEtoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mTeGLBQZFYE/s320/IMG_1228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486299807691880066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Darin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAl_UOMrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/a-tY7hOWEgg/s1600/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAl_UOMrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/a-tY7hOWEgg/s320/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486299792462983858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; Sofia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAlff0MnI/AAAAAAAAARs/t4kKx6v7t-Q/s1600/IMG_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAlff0MnI/AAAAAAAAARs/t4kKx6v7t-Q/s1600/IMG_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNAlff0MnI/AAAAAAAAARs/t4kKx6v7t-Q/s320/IMG_1225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486299783921676914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lychee Girls! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, not to mention, played a few good game of Dota with E, A and bro too. Although our first game got owned by the scourge ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNDEhUbguI/AAAAAAAAASE/NXmngNBodGE/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNDEhUbguI/AAAAAAAAASE/NXmngNBodGE/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486302516009992930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out to watch The Shrek 4 just now, Happily ever after. I really loved the story line and humour from this movie, but, not enough to think is worth watching it in a 3D cinema. Maybe is just the cinema, felt like the 3D effect wasn't as good as expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNElQvOEaI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlAPGiSobbA/s1600/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCNElQvOEaI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlAPGiSobbA/s320/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486304178006266274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well. Looking forward to my trip to Lake Tekapo tomorrow now! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1383022240114348095?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1383022240114348095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-week-of-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1383022240114348095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1383022240114348095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-week-of-holiday.html' title='second week of holiday =)'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TCM8dPBgdyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Exo-V-_jX0s/s72-c/IMG_1223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5827651655839407955</id><published>2010-06-20T14:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:09:00.575+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Saturday, Somber Sunday</title><content type='html'>Woke up to a sunny Saturday morning and went to Farmer's market with mom, bro and Aunty Jenny. It had been ages since I last go to Farmer's market. Staying so much further away from town this year does have it's disadvantages and hence the chances of going out on an early saturday morning will go down the hill too. Had my favorite "Jam of the day" crepe from the usual French guy. This time however, I saw Crystal Diong serving in the stall as well. It was her first time serving, after an hour lesson from the master himself. Short lesson she got there, but the crepe tasted as good as the one I had before. Bravo Crystal =) I also had some of my old time favorite Bacon Butties and "Cheese and Hame" crepe, yum~~ . Bumped into Andrew, Din Din, Shirline, Chui Ling, Aunty Shefrin  and Aunty Mee Kian too. Mom bought 3 big crab home, so we ended up having "Sweet &amp;amp; sour Crab" for dinner =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to stay home and take a nap, since we stayed up late the night before to watch some HK drama, but since the weather is so nice... Why waste it right? =) So I suggested to have a short drive to Signal Hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2OdrRRscI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K16L--bxbXU/s1600/IMAG0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2OdrRRscI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K16L--bxbXU/s320/IMAG0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484696561689670082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me mom on Signal Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2Oe-pq4EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IDXF5cg_-o8/s1600/IMAG0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2Oe-pq4EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IDXF5cg_-o8/s320/IMAG0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484696584072126530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and Max's shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2OeRDMUuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WlPZnW0iEHo/s1600/IMAG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2OeRDMUuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WlPZnW0iEHo/s320/IMAG0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484696571831145186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a short while on the hill, and since the sun is still up, we then head down to the Botanic Garden. Max wanted to feed the duckies, so oh well. lol. Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QoZN2kbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v0s_UGRp1ps/s1600/IMG_1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QoZN2kbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v0s_UGRp1ps/s320/IMG_1181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698944845287858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bought some ice cream and walked around the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QmWbMk9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/SR5RQnQB9wE/s1600/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QmWbMk9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/SR5RQnQB9wE/s320/IMG_1184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698909736211410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some random picture tat I took and edited. trying to create that old and time flies feeling on this picture. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QmH_-05I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vzCyzl-VFgk/s1600/IMAG0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QmH_-05I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vzCyzl-VFgk/s320/IMAG0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698905863967634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see the bird among the leaves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QlgDsNkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BkrbKNZOmyo/s1600/IMAG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2QlgDsNkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BkrbKNZOmyo/s320/IMAG0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698895142106690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2Qk1BO6YI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iwg0pNfhBtw/s1600/IMAG0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2Qk1BO6YI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iwg0pNfhBtw/s1600/IMAG0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2Qk1BO6YI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iwg0pNfhBtw/s320/IMAG0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698883589073282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the funny mushroom that my mom found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is time to go back home, we took a short cut back down to the car park. However, we accidentally walk into a couple making out! It was superb PAI SEH!  (=&gt;.&lt;=) we wanted to walk away as quickly as possible, but then mom who was a bit further behind asked us to stop. She want to take pictures, so the couple walked away instead. Sigh, no more short cuts next time, so awkward ne...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought mom to Saturday night church too. Not much people turned up today, most of them left for holidays already. I suppose half of them are still busy preparing for their exam. After church, we went up to Joel's place to watch the FIFA world cup. It was Japan vs Netherlands. I fall asleep by half time. lol, failed. Btw, Netherlands won. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up to a somber Sunday instead today, it rained a bit here in Dunedin too. Went out for brunch at Alto, Mornington. E came and gave us a ride. As for the rest of afternoon, we just stayed at home and keep warm with our new found favorite technology, the heat pump. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2TRrATt7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DCdRd7dkOks/s1600/IMAG0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2TRrATt7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DCdRd7dkOks/s320/IMAG0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701853018208178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the new LIVE tea that E discovered. tasted really good. not too sweet or bitter either. like it lots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5827651655839407955?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5827651655839407955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunny-saturday-somber-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5827651655839407955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5827651655839407955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunny-saturday-somber-sunday.html' title='Sunny Saturday, Somber Sunday'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TB2OdrRRscI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K16L--bxbXU/s72-c/IMAG0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-812968057287116826</id><published>2010-06-17T18:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:49:01.950+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time with my love ones</title><content type='html'>Got woken up by my hungry mother this morning, lol. I promised her last night that I will make her cold soba noodles. So had no choice but to slide my lazy butt off the bed. =p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our little brunch, we got all the tools needed to make our very first family picture's collage =) Yesterday, we spent some time together to chose a few nice pictures before printing them out from the photo shop. Cost quite a big hole in my pocket =( maybe should go back home to print. But oh well. So today, is time to put them all together as a bigger picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYJqT6TcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mlfRsuvgeCs/s1600/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYJqT6TcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mlfRsuvgeCs/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483722050532691394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not gonna show you guys the completed collage. must come and see for yourself okay =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon, I went out for coffee with E. Since the sun is out, E suggested we head down to St. Clair beach. Unfortunately, the car parks was full. So we ended up driving around and explore the town a bit more. We then came across &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Filadelfio's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b jstcache="0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &amp;amp; Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Terminus. Yes, there is another Filadelfio apart from the Botanic's garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Got treated by E too, wee! Thanks love! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYKLczlyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xB8NqGkiwdM/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYKLczlyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xB8NqGkiwdM/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483722059428370210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYKa7yHZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p9zE3OQV8Bg/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYKa7yHZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p9zE3OQV8Bg/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483722063584828818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Here some picture of the place. Strongly recommended for special events or gatherings, as it got a small separated area for functions and all. Although is a bit far from the town itself, but it got a really good view of the sunset. Plus this place looks so cozy, with a touch of countryside style with it, that is so hard to not make you feel a wee bit of relax the moment you step into the place. Oh not to mention, the friendly manager does play a part too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYK29WoYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pZexyREcMvo/s1600/IMG_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYK29WoYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pZexyREcMvo/s320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483722071107608962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;oversee the sunset from our table =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYLWzGQAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KjJBIyN3-zk/s1600/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYLWzGQAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KjJBIyN3-zk/s320/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483722079654526978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-812968057287116826?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/812968057287116826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/quality-time-with-my-love-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/812968057287116826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/812968057287116826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/quality-time-with-my-love-ones.html' title='Quality Time with my love ones'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBoYJqT6TcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mlfRsuvgeCs/s72-c/IMG_1163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3181224623070941396</id><published>2010-06-17T00:17:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:48:15.737+12:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorry to all those who are still having exams or who are still working now. this post is just me bragging my boring time after my finals, as a BSc student (crossing finger that I pass every thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly there were so many things that I wanted to do before the  exams finished. But now, all those "can be done later" ideas seems to have vanished. However, I did managed to spend some quality time with mom since she had been here =D and also some other little things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFbBcfI_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/I-cEUPg03Mc/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFbBcfI_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/I-cEUPg03Mc/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483349614358635506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baking for night church =) Vanilla flavoured  cupcakes. But the top one is a chocolate flavoured tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFavb-phI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GKUnHRU-0GY/s1600/IMG_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFavb-phI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GKUnHRU-0GY/s320/IMG_1144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483349609524667922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some mini cupcakes made to welcome me mom to dunners again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFaT-b9xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3xOQCDaAYmE/s1600/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFaT-b9xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3xOQCDaAYmE/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483349602153002770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max's piano's assessment. He was really nervous that day, but glad to be there to see an awesome play by him. bravo my little brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFaCyB2sI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_72km94wYro/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFaCyB2sI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_72km94wYro/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483349597537557186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made sushi for dinner. it had been a while, missed a few ingredients. had to ran out to the nearest 24 shop to buy some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also went to the Asian grocery store with mom to grab some ingredients to make dumplings. She said we can start making next week. So looking forward to that!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFZkzWCLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xc2bkQ3f15M/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I supposed after this week, I need to start preparing for my diploma. Yes, peeps. I am going to take a post-grad diploma in Management. Don't ask my why I jumped from being a science student to a commerce/ art student. Is just that it had been my interest to take up management since last year. However, due to the time table crashes, I had to give it up. So yeah, since I will be jumping straight into 200 lvl papers, I will need to work extra harder than any one else. So do pray for me aye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3181224623070941396?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3181224623070941396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3181224623070941396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3181224623070941396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-exam.html' title='post exam'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBjFbBcfI_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/I-cEUPg03Mc/s72-c/IMG_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-9094054389858614214</id><published>2010-06-15T18:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:28:34.845+12:00</updated><title type='text'>my new toy =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBcdJDYENfI/AAAAAAAAANs/GYGAsaJmWMk/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482883112709142002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBcdKLzYcSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6Ou2Z4kQcew/s1600/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBcdKLzYcSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6Ou2Z4kQcew/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482883132151066914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally, 6 months of waiting! Finally got my new lappie! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBcdJv43J4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/P4MW5LUtMDs/s320/IMG_1155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482883124657858434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-9094054389858614214?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/9094054389858614214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-toy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9094054389858614214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/9094054389858614214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-toy-d.html' title='my new toy =D'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBcdJDYENfI/AAAAAAAAANs/GYGAsaJmWMk/s72-c/IMG_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6284473884633434047</id><published>2010-06-11T17:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:42:58.639+12:00</updated><title type='text'>my kind of guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBHMyYsU9nI/AAAAAAAAANk/V4mb3ZBCwHM/s1600/2cdcc2401fcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBHMyYsU9nI/AAAAAAAAANk/V4mb3ZBCwHM/s320/2cdcc2401fcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481387387480503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From Boundless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend once told me that when she and her husband were married, her husband said to her, "I want you to know something. If you ever feel like I'm not listening you, that I'm not taking your counsel, or that my leadership is not servant leadership, but running roughshod over you, I want you to know that you not only have my blessing, but you have my urging to go right around me to our pastor. Because I want to care for you, and I want to love you like Christ, and if I'm not doing that, the other men around me need to know that."&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it was indeed brilliant =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6284473884633434047?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6284473884633434047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-kind-of-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6284473884633434047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6284473884633434047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-kind-of-guy.html' title='my kind of guy'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/TBHMyYsU9nI/AAAAAAAAANk/V4mb3ZBCwHM/s72-c/2cdcc2401fcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3215776017878909252</id><published>2010-06-03T13:55:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:09:18.897+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it...</title><content type='html'>I hate it when you lied to me&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you make a fool out of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you are doing awful things behind my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you backstabbed me in front of my close friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you tell me what to do when you do not know the first thing about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you are being so insensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you broke the hearts of those I care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you took away all the love that I deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you did not even make an effort to ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you are the one to hurt me the most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you think you can get away from all the mistake you had done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you push all the responsibility to me when you are the one who is at fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you destroyed every little fairy tale I ever dreamed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you judge me when you are not perfect to begin with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you made those empty promises that you cannot keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you think you can control my emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you take advantage of my trust for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you say that I made a wrong decision, whilst believing in you is the first mistake to begin with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it most when you claim to love me the most, but actually you are not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3215776017878909252?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3215776017878909252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3215776017878909252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3215776017878909252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it...'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-8079438391473715248</id><published>2010-06-02T19:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:38:16.857+12:00</updated><title type='text'>诱惑和寂寞，本不是背叛的理由。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;女人带着孩子出门旅游去了，留下了男人一个人在家。女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;不在家，男人喝着啤酒，不停地换着电视频道。这时，女孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;的电话打来了，她说，“我闲着没事，到你家坐坐吧。”男&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;人说，“这不行，我正要出去。”女孩其实已经在男人的楼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;下了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 女孩是男人的部下，女孩很多次对他表示出了好感，男人都&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;巧妙地拒绝了。男人知道，年轻女孩的心是一张空白的纸，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;他没有资格在上面留下任何墨迹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 女孩手里提着很多东西，还有一瓶红酒，站在了男人的家门&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;口。男人说，“那我下厨吧。”女孩说，“不用。”便在厨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;房里忙碌起来。男人忙不迭地收拾房子，他偶然看见女孩忙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;碌的背影，突然有了一种感动。就那么一会儿，他立即将这&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;种片刻的感觉压在了心底。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 在 另一间房子里，他开始打电话约熟悉的朋友来家里吃饭，可&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;是朋友们都不在。过一会，女孩已经在喊他了，他到厨房猛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;地愣了，女孩端给他的是一盘热腾腾的饺子。 他最爱吃饺子了，可是，平时他和女人都太忙，没有时间包&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;饺子。两盘饺子、几碟小菜、一瓶红酒，女孩的脸上柔柔的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;笑，搅动了他的心。说不清为什么，他在女孩 不注意的时候，关掉了手机，拉上了阳台的帘。他能听到自&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;己心跳的声音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 一瓶红酒喝完了，女孩说头晕，就软绵绵地倒在了男人怀里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。男人承认女孩是美丽的，他紧紧地把她抱在怀里，也就在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;那一刻，他才感觉到女孩的身体是那样得弱小，在他宽阔的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;肩膀里像个孩子似地睡着，像他的女儿，他的心猛地一颤。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 女孩在他的床上睡去了，他轻轻地带上了门。男人仍然喝着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;啤酒，不停地换着频道，他分明听到了女孩轻微的呼吸，但&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;是，他努力地让自己的心冷静、再冷静。女孩醒来的时候已&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;经是第二天早上。男人一夜未眠。男人为女孩准备了早餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饭的时候，女孩问，“你不喜欢我吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人说，“喜欢。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“那你不寂寞吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“有点。可是……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“怕我纠缠你？”女孩的嘴像迸豆似地发问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人认真地说，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; “生活是一种责任，就像这碗稀饭和煎蛋，尽管老吃觉得没&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;有什么味道，可是你每天还得做、还得吃，有时甚至觉得它&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;难吃，可是不吃心里空荡荡的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩沉默了。送走了女孩，男人觉得从未有过的轻松。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是一种诚信，是需要付出代价的，&lt;br /&gt;如果不爱，或无法承受，那么就别轻易地将自己的心打开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;诱惑和寂寞，本不是背叛的理由。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='诱惑和寂寞，本不是背叛的理由。'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2804440339829783348</id><published>2010-05-30T13:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:32:19.912+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours, we got to hate them. SERIOUSLY.</title><content type='html'>Rumours rumours and rumours... Lately, I often find it so hard to not be part of a gossiping group. I am not saying that I gossip lesser or more than others, but sometimes, I do find myself trapped in a conversation which gossips. Especially after reading the following story, I really despite gossiping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUMOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of marriage Jenny and Peter were still deeply in love. They had two beautiful children, a lovely house in a good neighbourhood, a nice car and with Peter's salary Jenny was able to stay at home and look after the children. They were truly an inspiration to all people. All, but their grumpy, jealous neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning as Peter was leaving the driveway and Jenny blew him a kiss, the neighbour watched in utter jealousy. She needed to stop this happiness. An hour later she met a friend for tea. This friend loved to gossip and the grumpy neighbour decided to use this friend of her as a tool. "Did you hear about Peter and his affair..." she started. After a while she ended: "Poor Jenny and the kids... if only they knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the gossip story spread like a wildfire throughout the community. The women's smiles towards Jenny turned into pity-stares. One day while shopping in the local supermarket a shopper approached Jenny to tell her about the gossip story: "Is it true that your husband is having an affair?" In an instant, Jenny's "perfect life" was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days Jenny cried continuously as she tried to hide her hurt from Peter. Depression started to consume Jenny's life as the joy was squashed from her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night as Peter drove into the driveway he saw that none of the house lights were on. "Hello, I'm home..." No answer. No aromatic food scent met him as he walked into the home. No smiling faces as his wife and children ran towards him. Everything was dark and cold. An evil feeling surrounded the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the basement of the house Peter made the shocking discovery. Jenny had hung herself and the kids. The depression had taken its toll. On the table Peter found the suicide note: "I couldn't endure the shame and disgrace of your actions anymore. Now you are free to do whatever you want to..." Two days later Peter heard about the lie that shattered his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story made me realize how easy a gossip story can destroy a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"What dainty morsels rumours are - but they sink deep into one's heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Proverbs 18:8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Those who love to talk will experience the consequences, for the tongue can kill or nourish life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Proverbs 18:21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your reaction whenever you hear a gossip story? Do you delight yourself in it - especially if it involves your enemies? Or do you decide to stop it and rather say something positive about the person? Can I encourage you today to change the gossip story into an uplifting, positive story? You might just save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father God, thank you that I can ask You to place a guard in front of my mouth. Help me to speak positive words about the people around me. I pray this in the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**this story is extracted from Spiritual Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometime  is very hard for us to draw a line between rumours and just sharing our thoughts with people. However, what does it really mean to not gossip? A friend shared that, if is not her story to tell then she will not talk bout it. I strongly agree with her, but what if you wanted to know how that person is doing but did not got the chance to talk to them? Is it wrong to just care bout the person? my suggestion is that if you genuinely care for that person, take actions to it by talking to the person personally instead of asking others, and not just for the sake of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I find that silent treatment is the best option to counter gossips in a group =) hope that helps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2804440339829783348?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2804440339829783348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/rumours-we-got-to-hate-them-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2804440339829783348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2804440339829783348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/rumours-we-got-to-hate-them-seriously.html' title='Rumours, we got to hate them. SERIOUSLY.'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2490248306722154974</id><published>2010-05-26T15:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:28:21.023+12:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships</title><content type='html'>Was talking to A bout relationships between a guy and girl. Two good friends of mine broke up recently and I was also told that another couple might resolve to break up as well. It kinda freaks me out a bit. Fortunately A was there to pick me up out of my blues again. Guess he just knows me too well that talking bout people breaking up, after putting in so much effort and time, will really shaken my faith. Honestly I might seem strong and knows what I want for my relationship, actually I am very weak and afraid all the time. Afraid that it might not work, afraid of being betrayed again, afraid that this might not be what God had plan for me; there are just so much fear within me. Then again, like A said it, there are also couples out there that had gone through a lot and they are still growing strong after all these years. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If God wants it to work, it will work out eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There should nothing for us to be worry about. So yeah, I guess relationships can come and goes when you least expect it to be... but at the very least, we can be sure that our relationship with God will last for eternity =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_yU8NTDoCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XLB0fHSmpDY/s1600/HoldingHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_yU8NTDoCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XLB0fHSmpDY/s320/HoldingHands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475415009058332706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2490248306722154974?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2490248306722154974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2490248306722154974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2490248306722154974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationships.html' title='relationships'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_yU8NTDoCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XLB0fHSmpDY/s72-c/HoldingHands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-2980685585694444305</id><published>2010-05-19T21:39:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:57:27.959+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping into conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have ever felt like you judged a book, a situation or a person too soon? Or rather, how would you feel if some one made a really hasty assumption on you, way before they know any thing about you? I know I been through both of them, and is totally not cool at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_O1afH7EGI/AAAAAAAAANU/SzPmcIp7YmE/s1600/angry-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_O1afH7EGI/AAAAAAAAANU/SzPmcIp7YmE/s320/angry-kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472917438821240930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lectured this afternoon for having lunch too often over at E place. You see I may have been over for lunch, average of twice a week, but I did not went over every single day! But the thing is that, this person did not even know how often I went over and automatically assumed that I am acting as though I am leeching E's food! arghhh... so not fair =.= and btw, I am only stealing his instant noodles! and that is not even a proper lunch to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;patient patient.. explain explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-2980685585694444305?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/2980685585694444305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/jumping-into-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2980685585694444305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/2980685585694444305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/jumping-into-conclusion.html' title='Jumping into conclusion'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S_O1afH7EGI/AAAAAAAAANU/SzPmcIp7YmE/s72-c/angry-kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-557218715075672908</id><published>2010-05-14T11:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:26:19.733+12:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Kai Ferng in Dunners @</title><content type='html'>I met Kai Ferng back in 2007, where we were working together in Just Life. Just Life is a health promoting shop that sells lots of healthy, organic food. I was glad to be part of the team that runs one of their branch in the Gardens, KL. Back then, Kai Ferng had already started working there for quite a while. He is always looking after me like a big brother. I still remember all those times that where he shares with me how much he wanted to see the whales. He even took up scuba diving course for it. It was his dream, and now, he achieve it. I am proud of you, Kai Ferng! (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He came here on a work &amp;amp; travel visa, it lasted for bout 6 months. It was a pretty hard, solid six months. It was hard to find a job in NZ, there was this whole month where he could not find a job at all and living on noodles alone. aiks (&gt;.&lt;) "You need a lot of luck. Some people is lucky to go into a farm or orchard that is hiring and get hired instantly. Some are not, like my case" he said. Things do got better the following months where he found a job in a factory and saved up enough to travel again =)  Towards the end of his journey in NZ, he came down to Dunedin for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVUf734eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6wPSPu3GIsQ/s1600/14.5.2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVUf734eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6wPSPu3GIsQ/s320/14.5.2010+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470911826750857698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Dunedin's train station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVWm9447I/AAAAAAAAANE/eOttHN_AGOk/s1600/14.5.2010+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVWm9447I/AAAAAAAAANE/eOttHN_AGOk/s320/14.5.2010+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470911862998098866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldwin Street~ lol, he was sweating like no one's business by the time we reached the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVVt3rMiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q2b8dlhf6do/s1600/14.5.2010+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVVt3rMiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q2b8dlhf6do/s320/14.5.2010+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470911847671214626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal Hill~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVVa92xHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/95r7pgoDsEI/s1600/14.5.2010+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVVa92xHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/95r7pgoDsEI/s320/14.5.2010+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470911842596865138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Clair~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVUoW4bmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SpiuAeetTgI/s1600/14.5.2010+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVUoW4bmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SpiuAeetTgI/s320/14.5.2010+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470911829011623522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BBH he stayed in =) LOL, I did not believe at first, till I see the sign board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He left on Wednesday morning, heading up to CHCH, before leaving NZ for good on the 15th May. It was great seeing old friends again. Sigh, missing friend back home now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-557218715075672908?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/557218715075672908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/kai-ferng-in-dunners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/557218715075672908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/557218715075672908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/kai-ferng-in-dunners.html' title='@ Kai Ferng in Dunners @'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-yVUf734eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6wPSPu3GIsQ/s72-c/14.5.2010+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6124075492868519489</id><published>2010-05-09T12:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:53:20.665+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still and know that He is God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26092"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26093"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus said to the servants, "Fill the jars with water"; so they filled them to the brim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six stone of water; God made men on the 6th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;water used for ceremonial washing; dirty, difficulty times, sufferings, pains, troubles times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;filled them to the brim: it all filled up to a point where we cannot take in any more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26094"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then he told them, "Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet." They did so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26095"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 2: 6-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;water turn into wine; a miracle happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will wait until the point where is impossible for any thing to happen to perform miracle, so do wait patiently for God's timing. Be still and know that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6124075492868519489?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6124075492868519489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-still-and-know-that-he-is-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6124075492868519489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6124075492868519489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-still-and-know-that-he-is-god.html' title='Be still and know that He is God.'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3424157318865914453</id><published>2010-05-08T01:15:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:24:48.221+12:00</updated><title type='text'>distraction needed</title><content type='html'>Distraction is bad when some one is trying to tell you something serious&lt;br /&gt;Distraction is bad when you are trying to finish your assignment&lt;br /&gt;Distraction is bad when you are going to have exam in 2 days time&lt;br /&gt;Distraction is bad when you wanted to accomplish the dream that you had for ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Distraction is good when you try to get over a broken heart. It keeps you away from all those sword piercing heart pain, sleepless night, insecurity, loveless times, uncertainty, loneliness, sadness, joyless, solemn, misery... it is no longer bad but good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-QT-wXFSLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2rcwvoSEElg/s1600/20.12.2009+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-QT-wXFSLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2rcwvoSEElg/s400/20.12.2009+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468517816389159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bubu ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3424157318865914453?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3424157318865914453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/distraction-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3424157318865914453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3424157318865914453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/distraction-needed.html' title='distraction needed'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-QT-wXFSLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2rcwvoSEElg/s72-c/20.12.2009+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-6718666656676774271</id><published>2010-05-05T20:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:10:09.391+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the amazing girl with an amazing attitude</title><content type='html'>There was three friend having lunch together at a local Chinese restaurant, one guy and two girl. It was very crowded that day, no one seems to care about what's going on around them. Suddenly the guy spoke: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Look. Can someone please go over and tell the lady how to poke the straw into the drink?"&lt;/span&gt;. The other two friend looked over their shoulder. It was a Kiwi, elderly lady who is trying to peel of the plastic cover of her cup of bubble tea. Clearly, she has no idea of what she is suppose to do. One of the girl responded casually, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"maybe she just like to peel it off to drink?"&lt;/span&gt;. But the other girl did not say any thing. Having see what was happening, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she stood up and walked over&lt;/span&gt; to the other table where the old lady was seated. She asked her politely if she is aware that the plastic cover do not have to be peel off. The lady looked at her blankly. Then, she showed the lady how to poke the straw into the drink quickly so that it will not spilled. The lady was really thankful of what the girl had taught her, cause she tried really hard to get a sip of that drink, and the cover is so hard for her to peel it off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happily, the girl then walked back to her table of friends, who wished that they could have done the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many times in the past where I could have just get my ass of the chair and help someone, instead of blabbering all about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, I wanna make a change&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna take a step, even if is small, to bring some changes into other people's life; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not just talk about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were to be one of those 3 friends, which one would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who notices but not do any thing about it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one who know but just talk instead of taking actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the one who don't say any thing but take immediate action to it&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-E11BRqpJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t3JiG8Td3HI/s1600/26.12.2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-E11BRqpJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t3JiG8Td3HI/s400/26.12.2009+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467710607596364946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-6718666656676774271?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/6718666656676774271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-girl-with-amazing-attitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6718666656676774271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/6718666656676774271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-girl-with-amazing-attitude.html' title='the amazing girl with an amazing attitude'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S-E11BRqpJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t3JiG8Td3HI/s72-c/26.12.2009+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-5742643370830370378</id><published>2010-04-30T14:20:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:26:33.484+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias (mama) and Lei Lei's visiting the Land of Sheep</title><content type='html'>Dias, a good friend of mine from Singapore, came to down to Dunedin for a short visit with his gf. He was an exchange student here back in 2007, and we met through one of my flatmate (Bavani) in Toroa. Man, that was like 2 and a half year ago. Time do flies and having him back here really brings back a lot of good memories =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first night of their arrival, we had a little steamboat session at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HDXrk09I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ylt43bJ7FV8/s1600/29.4.2010+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HDXrk09I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ylt43bJ7FV8/s400/29.4.2010+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466814752152146898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HELw0htI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qvjOmcZd7gk/s1600/29.4.2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HELw0htI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qvjOmcZd7gk/s400/29.4.2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466814766132790994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HDvFmh2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZkO8IikbKM4/s1600/29.4.2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HDvFmh2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZkO8IikbKM4/s400/29.4.2010+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466814758435325794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H_IrLF2I/AAAAAAAAALE/SGbWd5XvvhI/s1600/29.4.2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H_IrLF2I/AAAAAAAAALE/SGbWd5XvvhI/s400/29.4.2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466815778916079458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H-vqK3cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dLnYBKqgpkc/s1600/29.4.2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H-vqK3cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dLnYBKqgpkc/s400/29.4.2010+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466815772200984002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H94dmAiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4eGVAIwtTN8/s1600/29.4.2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H94dmAiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4eGVAIwtTN8/s400/29.4.2010+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466815757384286754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H9hSjPPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-xKglqX-Hks/s1600/29.4.2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H9hSjPPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-xKglqX-Hks/s400/29.4.2010+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466815751163952370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H8ybL2NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5zidZiTtv04/s1600/29.4.2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94H8ybL2NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5zidZiTtv04/s400/29.4.2010+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466815738583701714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day, I left them alone to have a little bit time of their own in town while I go for my classes and usual OCF. Only later in the evening, I joined them again at Robie Burns. It was great to have friends to go to places like this. I love Jazz. I love it even more when there is a Saxophone involved. Oh! One more, the rough voice of the old man dragging the songs. ME FAVORITE. It also reminds me all the reasons that I liked this place so much. Sometimes, you got so immersed with all the assignments and stress that you really forget to stop and enjoy the student life here (&gt;.&lt;) Felt a bit sad then too, every one have move on from the last time we met at Robie. I wonder if any one else would come back to see them play again. Not that I am trying to curse the musicians but they might not be able to play forever. They are a group of friends, at their sixties (I think), who got together and form this awesome band   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-Noc2KuiI/AAAAAAAAALM/H3WVHe39KXw/s1600/4.5.2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-Noc2KuiI/AAAAAAAAALM/H3WVHe39KXw/s400/4.5.2010+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244198728743458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NpGrZO2I/AAAAAAAAALc/9NpN5MSpfbw/s1600/4.5.2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NpGrZO2I/AAAAAAAAALc/9NpN5MSpfbw/s400/4.5.2010+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244209957845858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-No6n_ofI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZTBFdwdVohg/s1600/4.5.2010+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-No6n_ofI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZTBFdwdVohg/s400/4.5.2010+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244206722359794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-REXo8E3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9cMtcVI5TD4/s1600/4.5.2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-REXo8E3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9cMtcVI5TD4/s400/4.5.2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467247976902300530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then walked over to Pequeno for some cheese platter and wine. Another place that brings back lots of memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NqHG8GwI/AAAAAAAAALs/sMXxhDvJEhA/s1600/4.5.2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NqHG8GwI/AAAAAAAAALs/sMXxhDvJEhA/s400/4.5.2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244227253246722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RF1WoV8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rQRAqZcGL-s/s1600/pequeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RF1WoV8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rQRAqZcGL-s/s400/pequeno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467248002058442690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RE7OgnsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2shTcz8I1CM/s1600/4.5.2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RE7OgnsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2shTcz8I1CM/s400/4.5.2010+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467247986455125698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to stop by Yuki before we head over to Monkey ut unfortunately it was closed. Went to Golden Harvest instead. SUPPER TIME! (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NpuZ_sqI/AAAAAAAAALk/V4Am4MtO6ec/s1600/4.5.2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-NpuZ_sqI/AAAAAAAAALk/V4Am4MtO6ec/s400/4.5.2010+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244220622287522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we walked over to Monkey. However, since Dias forgotten his ID, only me and Lei Lei went into Monkey, which only lasted for 1 minute. Just for a quick look of how a church can be transformed into a clubs... We then call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up at their backpackers, the Central, the next morning. We went for brunch at Nectar, which was then joined by Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RFVVWg8I/AAAAAAAAAME/uISnpxkMD9w/s1600/4.5.2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9-RFVVWg8I/AAAAAAAAAME/uISnpxkMD9w/s400/4.5.2010+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467247993463145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was fun spending time with them, they are such a lovely couple to hang out with. Am definitely gonna look for them when I stopped by S'pore in the future ;) That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love, Ginny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-5742643370830370378?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/5742643370830370378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/dias-mama-and-lei-leis-visiting-land-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5742643370830370378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/5742643370830370378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/dias-mama-and-lei-leis-visiting-land-of.html' title='Dias (mama) and Lei Lei&apos;s visiting the Land of Sheep'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S94HDXrk09I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ylt43bJ7FV8/s72-c/29.4.2010+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3512620427578581159</id><published>2010-04-29T15:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:25:51.647+12:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite brunch place (^.^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9j78cFYnOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8f8ga9-N0lY/s1600/alto+cafe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9j78cFYnOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8f8ga9-N0lY/s400/alto+cafe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465395163563597026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9j77p-jLJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AVZywrp9-hA/s1600/alto+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9j77p-jLJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AVZywrp9-hA/s400/alto+cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465395150113156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3512620427578581159?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3512620427578581159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-my-favorite-brunch-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3512620427578581159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3512620427578581159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-my-favorite-brunch-place.html' title='One of my favorite brunch place (^.^)'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S9j78cFYnOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8f8ga9-N0lY/s72-c/alto+cafe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-1535758010037955081</id><published>2010-04-22T22:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:05:45.187+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the little blessing behind those dark moments in life</title><content type='html'>Honestly, to those who met me today, I may seems all normal to you guys.. But the things is I am actually having one of the worse day of my week. So pardon me if I said or did something terrible to you (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day with the water supply to my flat cut off. Yes, no water at all. Which means, I wake up only to find that I cannot wash my face, brush my teeth and most of all I CANNOT SHOWER! *squeak* With time running out, I put on some decent clothes, packed some of my toiletries and stuck my towel into my bag. I am going to take a shower at Clubs n Socs after my class. Pity Ed, my classmate, who have to bear with my bad morning breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ed: oh! you change your hair style today?&lt;br /&gt;Ginny: No, is because of I haven take a shower and is a bad hair day too. sad face&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing that God had placed #1: UNLIMITED HOT SHOWER at clubs and socs, and I got the shower room all by myself. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing that God had placed #2: catch up with Sheena at lunch =D bump into her at Burns and since I got meeting soon, found myself a "Kaki" to have lunch with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had group meeting for one of the biggest assignment (worth 25% of my whole paper). Through out the meeting, my ideas kept bounced back to me or it always ended up in the bin. However, when ever my group mates suggested some thing, I must compromise them. Felt so useless in the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home feeling all drained from the group meeting. I found a little note on the table saying, "if no water, please call ######" right, they cannot pick an earlier time to tell me that they are going to cut the water supply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got even more discouraged and offended when M disrespected me. When ever he is having a bad day, rude words and crude tone is a norm in the flat. However, i have my bad days too. Does that means I can  do the same? I did not, and all I can do is just swallow my pride and move on... is so hard, especially today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with E, but things get messy very soon when we were discussing on our weekend plans. Sigh, just felt like no one is compromising me at all today. Felt like every one just being very harsh on me (T.T) SUPERB EMO ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing that God had placed # 3: got a text and later also a call from Sheena saying is okay to do whatever I want to do. She will follow me only de. Felt so TOUCHY! *tears flowing on my cheek* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little blessing that God had placed # 4: went to OCF soon after dinner. confessed that I got such problem compromising, got prayed for too. Really Thank God for blessing me such wonderful friends around me. Really felt loved there (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Though it may seems all so hopeless for us at times, but if we could just stop and look around us. There are actually a lot of little blessing in our life that could just turn a "bad" day around into one of the best day in our life. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-1535758010037955081?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/1535758010037955081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-blessing-behind-those-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1535758010037955081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/1535758010037955081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-blessing-behind-those-dark.html' title='the little blessing behind those dark moments in life'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-4723644432907968076</id><published>2010-04-18T12:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:31:48.971+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of shape</title><content type='html'>I felt so out of shape lately. It is not much of a physical side, but emotionally and spiritually. I have a confession to make here, I haven been studying the bible every day lately. I only do it when I go for bible studies with OCF and also with my live group girls. Thank God I still got these two to hold me together. Really need to set my goals up right again (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I have also been a very bad daughter, said things that I should not say to my mom. Kind of not know how to face her any more. I wanted to tell her how I felt all these while, and things just turn out really bad for some reason. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially out of shape! yeah, been eating out so much this week &gt;.&lt; so is time to turn to instant noodles this week. I really need to manage my financial wisely or I will be broke soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers! I need lots of prayers &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-4723644432907968076?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/4723644432907968076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-shape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4723644432907968076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/4723644432907968076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-shape.html' title='Out of shape'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-468678757482269353</id><published>2010-04-14T17:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:31:30.088+12:00</updated><title type='text'>gentle note for every one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;be careful when you download a picture from the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cause it may be considered as photo abuse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S8VTFix7QcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9QdvfmrRIqc/s1600/sad+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S8VTFix7QcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9QdvfmrRIqc/s400/sad+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459861477957255618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-468678757482269353?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/468678757482269353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/gentle-note-for-every-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/468678757482269353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/468678757482269353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/gentle-note-for-every-one.html' title='gentle note for every one'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S8VTFix7QcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9QdvfmrRIqc/s72-c/sad+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553457565340164543.post-3039057067004443932</id><published>2010-04-07T17:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:14:59.073+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Elim's church camp =)</title><content type='html'>This time, is my 3rd year to Elim's camp. Once again, God never failed to amazed me with His work in touching my heart. Honestly, I may not felt as much anointing as every one did in church; but on the other hand, I am still blessed. I was blessed to be given a chance to witness how God have touched every one's heart. That alone is enough =) It was a very moving scene to see how every one found themselves in God's presence again. My heart is at peace knowing God is working in their life. How amazing is that? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zSmRLMMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eGedtPVo1cU/s1600/6.4.2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zSmRLMMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eGedtPVo1cU/s400/6.4.2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458278405487931586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zRdzAV3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fmSHVFZzPBM/s1600/6.4.2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zRdzAV3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fmSHVFZzPBM/s400/6.4.2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458278386034038642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Worship. Amazing isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zSPyZVKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Fiztyrb_WIk/s1600/6.4.2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zSPyZVKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Fiztyrb_WIk/s400/6.4.2010+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458278399453254818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fellowship =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zREomIzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qkgxbYlbw6U/s1600/6.4.2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zREomIzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qkgxbYlbw6U/s400/6.4.2010+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458278379279491890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CamWhore with Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-0qTG8sDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/l4-K398k3QQ/s1600/6.4.2010+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-0qTG8sDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/l4-K398k3QQ/s400/6.4.2010+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458279912173252658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6553457565340164543-3039057067004443932?l=jcismylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/feeds/3039057067004443932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-elims-church-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3039057067004443932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553457565340164543/posts/default/3039057067004443932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcismylord.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-elims-church-camp.html' title='Annual Elim&apos;s church camp =)'/><author><name>J.is.me.lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164019962373959036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S6vizP0FTXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0gH1cazZUr4/S220/the+good+old+days.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Wdia_zfc7w/S7-zSmRLMMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eGedtPVo1cU/s72-c/6.4.2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
