<?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-8755675</id><updated>2011-08-03T02:29:53.289+08:00</updated><category term='Good boyfriend.'/><category term='Whats new?'/><category term='The Love for Drinking'/><category term='too overwhelming'/><category term='His love is too great'/><category term='Easy Ritz day'/><category term='Freedom? coming?'/><category term='Summary of philippine&apos;s vacation'/><category term='Libra for 8th may'/><category term='Jesus is my Speaker'/><category term='Sentosa Trip with many photo&apos;s'/><category term='but to have my way...'/><category term='I cannot help'/><category term='Artistic'/><category term='Wrong Bus..'/><category term='A liar her'/><category term='Jamming and chilling out with Lynn'/><category term='daddy god grace'/><category term='Kampong and Lynn'/><category term='an incident...'/><category term='My easy life'/><category term='Thank you daddy for them'/><category term='The Special thing and MRT Incident...scary..'/><category term='basketball again'/><category term='My mum&apos;s kit special&apos;s'/><category term='feel bad again..sigh..'/><category term='Kampong Days officially CLOSED'/><category term='Many incident in a day man..'/><category term='sorry man'/><category term='FUCK you'/><category term='Articure-Artpro machines..'/><category term='to Love again'/><category term='Exams done'/><category term='I&apos;m so bored.'/><category term='My life updated..'/><category term='Steven Lim&apos;s blog'/><title type='text'>f0r 0nce..i finally f0und me..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1658774352454583173</id><published>2011-04-25T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:30:18.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for picking me up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Today was supposed to be a good day, but there was a minor squabble with my boyfriend and a bad discussion session with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Whatever it is, it will not end that way because I'm going to end it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Daddy, like a child I pray that my heart grows deeper for you. As I was listening to the sermon &lt;strong&gt;"How believers fall from grace- dated 17 April 2011, New Creation Church" &lt;/strong&gt;I felt such relief hearing that &lt;em&gt;I fell&lt;/em&gt;. At least I knew the cause of why I became a totally different person. My mind repeatedly reminded itself that how can I be a christian when I can't even act right. I'm not righteous enough. I know what is grace and I know that I'm forgiven but I can't feel it within me. It is just a &lt;em&gt;"knowing" &lt;/em&gt;and not from within. After listening to the CD, I felt a totally new person. I will start off by the smallest &lt;em&gt;(of which I thought it'll never work) &lt;/em&gt;which is to pray for your grace and wisdom for the present day. Though I can't see anything happening yet, I know something else is brewing. Somewhere, somehow it's prepared for me. I trust you totally for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there's something bad that I don't want to do, I'll not say &lt;em&gt;"I will Never do it" &lt;/em&gt;&amp;lt;-- There's no power in it as I will end up doing it. Instead, I'll say, &lt;strong&gt;In Jesus name&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;(now that's the &lt;strong&gt;POWER&lt;/strong&gt;) I'll never do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I won't use MY effort to &lt;strong&gt;try getting love&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;especially from my parents and brother&lt;/em&gt;. I've been doing that and it's making me very tired. I always try my best to be someone better, but they are like walking time-bomb that will get angry over trivial reason and starts splashing all sorts of remarks without thinking that it hurts alot in me. They didn't realise that the fact that I became so rude to them was because of their words used at me. It is because my heart hurt so much that I want them to feel the same (though it wasn't intentional, but they always assume it is a planned one). Why does she always think she's right? I don't understand the power she is having to let her feel that she's always right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can't parents be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nevertheless, what I want to tell you is that, I want to be filled with sooo much of your love that all the effort that comes out from me will be the effort to love somebody without expecting anything back. The overflowing love that I want to share with everyone in my life. The effort given will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OUT OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FOR LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Thank you for listening to me. At least I'm jotting it down, because I want to remember what I asked for. I want to give thanks to you even before the results are out. Amen !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1658774352454583173?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1658774352454583173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1658774352454583173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1658774352454583173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1658774352454583173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2011/04/thanks-for-picking-me-up.html' title='Thanks for picking me up..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7333900924854338145</id><published>2010-09-16T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:46:37.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I really want?</title><content type='html'>I am someone who loves to have gathering, party where people will come together to enjoy. Be it for myself or someone else . The pictures I get out of that day is what I will remember and reminise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking into facebook and I see all the birthday cake for the 21st birthday kiddos. Initially, I wasn't thinking much to celebrate mine, but be because it's MY 21st. It is the year where freedom steps in and the year where the kiddos will feel that we can conquer the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just one week more and I'm still doing nuts. Well , I guess I won't be doing anything at all! Why? Cause I can't find the right reason to. I can't see much support. I just think it's my wishful thinking to enjoy this year of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that whatever happens in the end, no matter what the final decision is, it will definitely be good as Jesus is with me all this while. He makes one feel better, multiply the intangible lost we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't blame anyone of course,  i will tell myself " I will not regret not having celebrations for myself " even if u did regret, it's too late already aye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7333900924854338145?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7333900924854338145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7333900924854338145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7333900924854338145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7333900924854338145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-i-really-want.html' title='What do I really want?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5146469327513763674</id><published>2010-04-26T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T04:20:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's been almost a year since i've blogged about how my life went by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm glad to say that i'm moving off pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Worked in various departments from the hotel and picked up awesome skills that could be shared in another. Understood that all that i've been doing wouldn't have went on smoothly without Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;However, I felt rather laid back now. Have not been listening to sermons, songs. It's true that without it, i feel lost. Yet i'm not doing anything to get it back. I guess this is what Pastor always don't want us to see it as, condemning ourselves cause we're not doing anything for the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know, that I need not do ANYTHING at all. But my mind always prompt me to "must do something at least".. o Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok.. While typing all the above, suddenly had the prompting to do this (someone's telling it to me in my mind)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Declaring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am the &lt;strong&gt;RIGHTEOUSNESS&lt;/strong&gt; of Jesus Christ. Your &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Favour&lt;/strong&gt; is for me, the &lt;em&gt;undeserved&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;unmerited&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All that i felt i don't deserve, ALL for the better because that's where You will &lt;strong&gt;manifest&lt;/strong&gt; the most! Through my &lt;em&gt;weakest&lt;/em&gt;, there You are my &lt;strong&gt;strongest&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though I don't speak to You about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;, You still showered me with &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; favours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And Jesus, though i've sinned much, i'm &lt;strong&gt;FORGIVEN&lt;/strong&gt; much too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; I prayed with my simplest of prayers (thru speaking) that in the powerful name of Jesus, I will be one who will stand up being the strongest as you have promised that I will be the Head and not the Tail, the Top and not beneath.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMEN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-5146469327513763674?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5146469327513763674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5146469327513763674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5146469327513763674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5146469327513763674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-almost-year-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4086585687105426453</id><published>2009-05-26T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:22:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His 4 handprints in my Life today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Abba father showed His footsteps many times in my life today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;His FIRST Hand print in my life today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Firstly, I was rushing my last minute Food Production Management project from last night till about 5.45am in the morning. Class was supposed to start at 8.30 but.. i slept thru till 11.30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;When i woke up, STRAIGHT AWAY my mind was.. SHIT! My Convention &amp;amp; Exhibition (C&amp;amp;E)Test.. it's supposed to be NOW!!! She already cancelled the test since last friday (because some of us have interviews, which includes ME!!) And i can't rush to school (no $ for cab, haven't shower, haven't done collating my Foods report) My mind was in a whirlwind.. It flew EVERYWHERE.. i can't focus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sigh, so i told myself.. Since i'll surely get a Zero already.. might as well stay home and finish up my Foods project.. But after awhile.. 11.45am-supposed to be C&amp;amp;E test time.. my mates text me and said.. Sarah! Teacher cancelled the test, postponed to &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow 27 may 2009&lt;/strong&gt;.. In my heart i was screaming.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!! PRAISE &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;!! WHO ELSE COULD HAVE DONE THAT.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AMEN AMEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His SECOND handprints in my Life today..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;As mentioned earlier, I woke up late today.. I was doing my project till about 4.30, got to shower then leave to print the report. i was &lt;em&gt;rushing&lt;/em&gt; to shower.. &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; to go out.. then my friends called me to tell me.. the project can be handed in &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;first thing in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME! AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; I can still touched it up properly..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;His THIRD handprints in my Life today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow was supposed to be my mock-interview with my trainer.. but there's mid-week service tomorrow.. i'm thinking.. "wah.. must wear formal.. then need to bring extra clothes to change for choir.." Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mock-interview was &lt;strong&gt;postponed &lt;/strong&gt;to Thurs..&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! Tell me.. who else can it be?? MID-WEEK.. Here I COME!! &lt;em&gt;with arms high and heart abandoned..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His FOURTH handprints in my Life today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I thought i didn't have enough time to go look for decorations for my event day( this sunday, 31st may 09).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;BUT because.. tomorrow.. since i have no mock-interview..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I have the time FROM 11.30am all the way till 6pm to go look for Decorations..which could have made me leave at about 2-3 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; lah!!!! Simply toooo good already..&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; THANK YOU JESUS&lt;/span&gt;.. Muacks!!! I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you leh, abba daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4086585687105426453?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4086585687105426453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4086585687105426453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4086585687105426453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4086585687105426453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-4-handprints-in-my-life-today.html' title='His 4 handprints in my Life today..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6581443962613596854</id><published>2009-05-14T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:09:35.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only He can..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why can't I see that my family does play the most important role in my life (other than Jesus)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It struck me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;On the 13th May, Mummy and I quarrelled. It was so bad, her gastric hit her (she told me after that). Normally, we wouldn't be talking for about 2-3 days.. The same day i got a call from Fullerton Hotel for interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Then i realised, i have no proper formal shirt, pants, HEELs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;When i came home on 14th May, I spoke to mummy abit (random chat, like where's papa now.. i need him to buy me some cheap black heels for interview).. then it lead to her saying to bring me downstair to get my heels. SHE INITIATED IT.. (wow, it was so amazing.. for her character, she seldom say this to me..ESPECIALLY WORSE when i've just made her angry last night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Seeing that neighbourhood area don't have the shoes i wanted.. She said go causeway point.. WOW! wearing till so lepak.. but still, we went. Sigh.. Amazing mom.. I thought she didn't bother that i have interview.. but to think, she's more anxious than me.. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[.. I'm sorry lah mummy.. ]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She bought me a very nice blazer like jacket.. sighh... simply awesome... This seriously, only requires His Grace man.. nothing else.. Only He, can mend the broken hearted, broken relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6581443962613596854?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6581443962613596854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6581443962613596854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6581443962613596854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6581443962613596854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-he-can.html' title='Only He can..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-8576008201961280811</id><published>2009-05-13T01:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:19:22.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats new?'/><title type='text'>WHATS NEW?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHATS NEW?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR RATHER, NOT NEW..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M AN INGRATE! BASTARD! BITCH! IDIOT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(quoted from a understanding mouth)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats what's not &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? &lt;strong&gt;FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so accused.. I "love" the atmosphere at home man, always against me. C'mon, can't you feel how cool it is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea.. Honestly, you guys can say whatever you like.. I won't Budge..just cause i don't do housework when you ask me to? can't stay home a little more like my bro? Like staying out, hanging with friends.. going out like how normal young adult can..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm seriously thinking of moving out man. There's more PRO's than CON's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRO's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't &lt;em&gt;Harm&lt;/em&gt; you guys health (for e.g. never buy food,then will get gastric)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesser Screaming at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More $$ savings for you guys (no more paying for shatec or my phone bills)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not much people to choose to delegate jobs to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesser comparison between jobs given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All household utilities will go down by half (no more com, shower, lights etc...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live Longer cause high blood won't rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No need to pack " Ang Bao" leh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can turn my room into a walk-in wardrobe.. Big enough you know..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No need to waste extra ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need not count how many times i do the housework..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CON's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesser noise at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one to switch minor verbal quarrels with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one to tie your hair..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So..looks like, we have more Pro's than Con's..so.. what should we do with it? Execute it? OH yea man! How cool is that.. tell me ..tell me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.... Quoted above "I'M AN INGRATE! BASTARD! BITCH! IDIOT!" &lt;----------&lt;strong&gt;I BIND IT His name.. BIND BIND BIND BIND BIND.. Cause i know i'm the beloved and the precious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-8576008201961280811?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/8576008201961280811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=8576008201961280811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/8576008201961280811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/8576008201961280811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-new.html' title='WHATS NEW?!?!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-428823827521042201</id><published>2009-04-19T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:33:12.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Finally. Picked my hands up to type this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew (perspire). This two weeks of school have been "QUITE" tiring. I don't even have the time to rest, having late nights, planning, being so disorganized. Gosh! Such a huge project for me because it's my first time handling a  relatively high status with major responsibilities. I believe strongly that the Lord have something Great coming up installed for me! He's preparing me for something AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start on my resume like real soon too. Gotta show my trainer some draft to see if the format and writing are right.. and all lah.. oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-428823827521042201?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/428823827521042201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=428823827521042201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/428823827521042201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/428823827521042201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiring-2-weeks.html' title='Tiring 2 weeks'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7005638728700257105</id><published>2009-04-06T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:17:14.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to Love again'/><title type='text'>Falling in love again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Church service was amazing today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Served choir for the 1st two services and the annointing was so strong and radical it wiped us off our feets. Can't help but fall in love with Jesus again. It's been so long, that i've sung it to glorify Him. It's always about me having to be there to do my service, but it's not. It's more than that, like how i proclaim to God in my heart &lt;em&gt;(for my C&amp;amp;E project),&lt;/em&gt; that i wanted something &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than just being a secretary(my role since previous major project). He not only answers my prayer, he over-answers it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1st service really made me pour my heart out. When i saw how Pastor Lawrence almost cried when he prayed for Pastor Prince, i can't help but to feel so touched of how much radical &lt;em&gt;grace &lt;/em&gt;has been preached and opened up by Pastor into &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life. &lt;em&gt;Pastor Prince, Daddy God is with you and your family! The enemies will not come near you, instead will flee 7 ways. &lt;/em&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pastor Prince made us write this down, "Without God, we cannot. Without us, God will not." Can't explain it today, cause i have to sleep already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm beginning to love studying (while enjoying of course). Beginning to love projects, mates. I'm able to do all that, because He first did it for me. He loved me first, and my manifestation of blessings will be rolling down onto me. &lt;em&gt;So blessed, i can't contain it. So much, i've got to Give it away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The renewal of my mind, metta-noya. (don't know how to spell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jesus, shall take the highest honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7005638728700257105?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7005638728700257105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7005638728700257105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7005638728700257105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7005638728700257105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling-in-love-again.html' title='Falling in love again.'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5680140704543935577</id><published>2009-04-02T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:12:53.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom? coming?'/><title type='text'>Where's my freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Goodness, i'm 20 already, yet i have no "going out longer" freedom. The story goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Today, i met up with Ting for breakfast from about 10am-10.45am. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(mum's still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sleeping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Went home &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mum's STILL sleeping&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, grab my choir stuff and went out to meet Lynn in city hall at about 12.15pm. Met Li Rong too for lunch, in Suntec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( so it doesn't really matter what time i go out, cause you're still sleeping what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All in all, lunch ended at about 2 plus. Since we have no more money left, we decided to go on a "no need money walking". Lynn want to adopt a dog from SPCA, so i suggested we head there. We enjoyed so much man, playing with a particular dog, cocker spaniel. It's very friendly and i love it. How i wish i could adopt one soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Headed back to City hall to meet Lirong, so I can go for choir practice with her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Reach home at about 11.30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Parents commented that i went out the whole day. Is it really something so big? for them to breathe down me? Saying i'm out for so long..and and and I don't meet them often. Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I don't get it. They said they'll not care about me when i'm 21, but do you guys think so? even at 20, such small thing they cannot even accept, let alone not bothering 1 year later. WHAT is this ?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Do you think i can tell you exactly what happen in my day, what i've been doing? when the way you guys ask is as though, "it's my fault" for staying out almost 12 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;NO! I cannot open myself to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm so glad i'm starting attachment real soon. i'll do OT OT OT OT all the time. Deprive me so much from all this staying out a little longer. Sigh.. they know they cannot protect me my whole life. Please let me have my life. My youthful days. I don't want to &lt;em&gt;just stay home&lt;/em&gt;! not cause i hate home. But i just want to go out. Why do you think i always try to find lies (have project, have homework) to cover my whereabouts? Cause, i can't be truthful, not to you guys. I want to be able to do my things, enjoy &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; moments.&lt;/span&gt; ** actually, most of the time is true.. but i'll make use of the chance to hang somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Stop comparing me with my brother, he likes to stay home, let him stay. I want to go out. I'm not the girl you can order "do this, do that" anymore. There's no grace in this relationship with them at all. I can't give in, neither can you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This is the passing phase you'll face with me becoming a young adult. Move with it. Don't stay in those traditional thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;What puzzles me the most is, my friends sees you guys as young parents, but the thinking is so old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sometimes you're my friend, sometimes you show your anger.. over little things..What are you guys actually? I can't understand you, neither can you understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-5680140704543935577?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5680140704543935577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5680140704543935577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5680140704543935577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5680140704543935577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-my-freedom.html' title='Where&apos;s my freedom?'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1739849716927595111</id><published>2009-03-31T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:29:48.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus is my Speaker'/><title type='text'>What a news?!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I read a news in yahoo and there's an article about New Creation Church leaders being paid 500k salary. I've heard of many people are making absurd comment about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403416022348978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SdJROTUC9LI/AAAAAAAAA_8/mkWRPpm7tPU/s320/New+Creation+leaders+paid+high.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lets take for an example, in France, there are many crop fields along the highway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;While you're driving along the highway in France, you look out your car window and saw a farmer tending his grown crops. You tell yourself " Wow, this guy is so lucky, he have so much crops to harvest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;But what the people don't know is the period where he faithfully sowed the small seeds into the tilled ground to the results that he have now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(something along that line) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So it means, people judge what they can see, and keep aside the thought of how the things actually came about? Puny Humans..(words from The Hulk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If the people of the world can be rich, why not a church. Just because there's a saying which goes, "as poor as a church mouse" means we must be poor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Please..Do yourself a favour, instead of criticising the church, come and listen to the preaching of Grace before you start pointing. Then you'll realise, what the real deal is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On a side note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My church will still continue to prosper! Abba Father promised us riches and abundance. Would i not claim it? Of course i will! I have a rich church and a rich FATHER! Amen! My Lord will speak for us!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404017603518530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SdJRxUYLIEI/AAAAAAAABAE/k__exA-82tY/s320/Jesus+-+The+Promise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1739849716927595111?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1739849716927595111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1739849716927595111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1739849716927595111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1739849716927595111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-news.html' title='What a news?!?!!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SdJROTUC9LI/AAAAAAAAA_8/mkWRPpm7tPU/s72-c/New+Creation+leaders+paid+high.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6875219433288700989</id><published>2009-03-30T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:50:02.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m so bored.'/><title type='text'>A start of something ..boring..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's a norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After exams, 1 week of break follows after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, only one boring week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's my first day today and i'm already feeling headache. It's so unbearable ,yet i don't want to sleep or take panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I don't want to stay home. I want to go out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's simply not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Updated: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I met up with Ting just now. went home at about 11.20pm. Had a good talk, good catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6875219433288700989?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6875219433288700989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6875219433288700989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6875219433288700989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6875219433288700989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/03/start-of-something-boring.html' title='A start of something ..boring..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4831744248055701378</id><published>2009-03-27T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:26:37.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams done'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, Exams done..and it's Music min dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's FRIDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and there are two good news about today, 27th March 2009..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Firstly, my 2nd last term exams will be done!!!! &lt;strong&gt;PRAISE GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! It has been a fulfulling journey with Him, that He's with me &lt;em&gt;throughout&lt;/em&gt; my exams. Even though i failed on my part that i didn't consistently revise on my last minute work..But He's still here, because he never leaves. Why would my Abba leave me when i need Him the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Secondly, Music Ministry Dinner is TODAY! I'm so excited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;..but i don't know what to wear. Cannot wear too over, but yet i don't want to under-dress. Gosh! in such a dilemma. I know it's going to be a fun dinner! especially with ALL music min people coming together again! I just love gatherings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not so good news- Of all days, my BIGGEST pimple had to come out this week. But luckily it subsided a &lt;em&gt;little.&lt;/em&gt; By 7pm, it'll DROPPED off..in the name of Jesus! *quite scary huh, pimple drop OUT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been doing pretty fine in my exams so far. Well, even if i didn't do well, i know by His grace, the eyes of the examiner will be closed when they see my wrong answer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cool is my God? Extremely cool right? Nothing's Impossible man..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4831744248055701378?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4831744248055701378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4831744248055701378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4831744248055701378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4831744248055701378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-friday-exams-doneand-its-music-min.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, Exams done..and it&apos;s Music min dinner'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4945917638284649193</id><published>2009-03-24T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:04:41.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 exams past, 3 more to go !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;~oh u oh u yea eh yea ehh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;2 papers passed, both micro econs and quantitative methods. Two subjects, that i don't quite fancy (but the teachers are good), are done! And i think i'll do pretty ok. By His grace, what's not possible?? I've got another 3 papers left, but it'll be done by a blink of the eye anyway. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Now, i'm studying for my third paper, Principles of management. sigh, so much Terms and definition to remember. Again, by His grace, i can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to Friday's Music Min's dinner( can wear nice nice leh) and Saturday's combine caregroup session(I'm gonna sing it out man! ). Oh yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;goodbye =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjZ3_P4eHI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3N8jzicFYH8/s1600-h/Blessed028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316738916004952178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjZ3_P4eHI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3N8jzicFYH8/s320/Blessed028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Random picture of me lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjZ3_P4eHI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3N8jzicFYH8/s1600-h/Blessed028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjZ3_P4eHI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3N8jzicFYH8/s1600-h/Blessed028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4945917638284649193?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4945917638284649193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4945917638284649193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4945917638284649193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4945917638284649193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-exams-past-3-more-to-go.html' title='2 exams past, 3 more to go !'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjZ3_P4eHI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3N8jzicFYH8/s72-c/Blessed028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6592387520415184476</id><published>2009-03-21T01:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:59:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my darling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yup, my darling blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my 10-weeks long projects are finally done! Praise God. It was good and awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;During those moments when i thought i have failed and it wouldn't come out good, He showed me that He is my way. He bore my weakness, pain, stress ,and EVERYTHING else. I had to pour it out to someone, and my bf reminded me of the word, "all you who labour and are heavy laden, come, and I will give you rest" Amen! I know nothing can path my way/results except for Him. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, since i'm done with my projects. The next immediate "mountain" are my exams. Last minute work again, have to study the night before. But you know whats the awesome thing about this situation...? My exams is in the afternoon. Usually, it'll be held in the morning 10am-12pm. But now it's 2pm-4pm!! See, it's His hand of work. He knows that this term, I wouldn't have enough time to study because of all the projects thats why, He put it to the afternoon.. Amen again! It's beyond everyone's means to make this happen, only Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Let me see, if there's any interesting happening i can put up here... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A very close friend of mine got married...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPUFIivEPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/f8afuL1vrFU/s1600-h/P1060483.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325169884926194" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPUFIivEPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/f8afuL1vrFU/s320/P1060483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ya, i know i know, i'm short. Doesn't matter anyway, i'm&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kim is too&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is my Team mates for S4 T1...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPUDmD6IxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Ovl8AAjL7Rw/s1600-h/P1060476.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325143448953618" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPUDmD6IxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Ovl8AAjL7Rw/s320/P1060476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And yes, we're wearing home clothes now..Gone are the uniforms.. Sigh, i missed uniform in shatec man. Oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uniform nice what.. Look more standardize, with different &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; of cardigens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPVbps1yBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Hnr4LIdcq5Q/s1600-h/SNC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326656254429202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPVbps1yBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Hnr4LIdcq5Q/s320/SNC00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or with &lt;em&gt;neckpiece&lt;/em&gt;..I miss them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPWFGPVPCI/AAAAAAAAA-s/PhBOpjB6Cx4/s1600-h/Image027+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327368289926178" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPWFGPVPCI/AAAAAAAAA-s/PhBOpjB6Cx4/s320/Image027+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooops!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Wrong example of school uniform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*it's just for fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ahhh, This is the right one.. Nice right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPWFoSaEDI/AAAAAAAAA-0/KlPjJ0o9idw/s1600-h/Expo+Trip+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327377429631026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPWFoSaEDI/AAAAAAAAA-0/KlPjJ0o9idw/s320/Expo+Trip+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ok folks.. I guess, thats all i'm going to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Tata! Ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A note for Abba Jesus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jesus, Take the wheel of my exams.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are my super memory, my wisdom, my discipline..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It is Finished~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Praise God, it's gonna be &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&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/8755675-6592387520415184476?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6592387520415184476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6592387520415184476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6592387520415184476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6592387520415184476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-my-darling.html' title='Hello, my darling...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScPUFIivEPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/f8afuL1vrFU/s72-c/P1060483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7764560130626608818</id><published>2008-12-31T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:06:32.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK you'/><title type='text'>This is my FUCK YOU entry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks for always being there for me. You guys are like the best! Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But those are just moments of moments. I've kept my mouth shut whenever i can, try to keep my thinking open and not curse you guys so much. I've &lt;strong&gt;TRIED&lt;/strong&gt; my bloody damn best to bring up the whole atmosphere, but ya.. your best traits.. to spoil it by screaming. So you know what.. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK you&lt;/strong&gt;.. (if you can use it so verbally, why can't I? Thanks for setting such &lt;em&gt;good example.&lt;/em&gt;) fuck &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;uck &lt;strong&gt;FU&lt;/strong&gt;ck &lt;strong&gt;FUC&lt;/strong&gt;k &lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yea yea~ you guys rule &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; world. Whatever u say, yup.. we must do. What &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt;? Go clean your room, go buy food, go wash your toilet when dirty, don't always talk on the phone, don't always go out, don't always go online.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It's all good and sounds ok, such a common phrase, but you know what.. Be it I follow or not, it's my choice! Everyone faces this, don't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't really&lt;strong&gt; Fucking Care&lt;/strong&gt;..Even if the whole world's facing the same thing, i'll still individualise that feeling and treatment from them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bitching about you guys. I dislike it totally, but i have nowhere else to VENT and RANT about this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How about this.. Let me share &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; about my life and whats going on. So you can actually &lt;strong&gt;USE it&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;PUT IT AGAINST&lt;/strong&gt; me when you're angry or mad at me..&lt;strong&gt;ANYTIME&lt;/strong&gt; you know.. Want want?? I honestly think it's a very awesome idea, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya, another thing. How bout' I'll go to church more often and attend CG and youth service, so you can say "What kind of a Christian are you? Want to act as if you're very good but actually you're just a piece of SHIT, Cheap bitch" &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;?? &lt;em&gt;Go on condemning&lt;/em&gt;..Awww man!! I'm such a freaking &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING&lt;/strong&gt; genius.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm using good words right? I mean, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; can use&lt;/em&gt; it too..why not I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;changed&lt;/strong&gt; and I know I've been &lt;strong&gt;made good&lt;/strong&gt;. But for this 2 weeks incident, i couldn't take it at all. I have put it upon Abba already, but my heart cannot let it go. I kept very quiet, eating my food. Then the sudden sarcasm from you came slowly impact-ing into my mind. I couldn't hold the emotions in my chest, i finished my food in speed seconds and went off, &lt;em&gt;NOT WANTING&lt;/em&gt; to hear anything more..&lt;strong&gt;FUCKED&lt;/strong&gt;! Thanks ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Lets rock and &lt;strong&gt;ROLL&lt;/strong&gt; man.. I've such an &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; all special thanks to you guys! *&lt;em&gt;round of applause&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Thanks for ruining it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;K.. I'm feeling so &lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/strong&gt; now, finally.. I've given out most of what i feel and i'm quite lazy to type somemore. 2008 will pass in another 8 hours. And I know my Lord will restore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sigh...The devotional on 30th Dec 08 (it was very timely). It said something on Moses was asked to cast the rod onto the floor and it'll become a snake, then hold it by the tail. Although holding onto the tail is the most dangerous part as the snake can turn and bite him, Lord said he'll TAKE CARE of the HEAD (the part that bites). I'm holding on to that truth and those accusation that bites, those words that hurts will be &lt;strong&gt;TAKEN CARE&lt;/strong&gt; of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phew.. My heart's feeling such a relief. Still, Oh lord i'm so sorry..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Ok lah, Lets start on a new year! Yea~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My New Year Resolutions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;stay out&lt;/em&gt; as often as I can. To prevent any &lt;strong&gt;abrasion&lt;/strong&gt; with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mind &lt;em&gt;my own business&lt;/em&gt; and not be &lt;em&gt;bothered about anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Whats this thing about trying to get well with them? It'll all come to naught anyway..So, don't care about them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keep &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; quiet when I'm home. &lt;em&gt;(i'm extremely noisy back home one)&lt;/em&gt; So, there's not a chance for anyone to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHURCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's the only place i want to be at. Can i just stay there and wait for Saturday and Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't feel good saying all this, but pls let this be a place where i can be myself. I'm only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7764560130626608818?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7764560130626608818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7764560130626608818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7764560130626608818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7764560130626608818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-fuck-you-entry.html' title='This is my FUCK YOU entry..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7942791879671372652</id><published>2008-11-22T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:44:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new found kingdom friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SSbzAdq4cUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oKuZKb4YSk8/s1600-h/DSCF0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167603173781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SSbzAdq4cUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oKuZKb4YSk8/s320/DSCF0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awesome! Today was my third time in caregroup and i enjoyed it so much! I've been missing out so much man.. But i know he'll fully restore all that i lost and missed. On top of that, i've made very good friends, Lynn and Jze Ying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We have so many similar hobbies, characteristic, sense of humour. We're 18,19 (me),20 years old. Our birthDATES are very near also, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;8th Oct&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Jze&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ying),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;30th Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me) &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;21st Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lynn)&lt;/em&gt; . So the difference of the dates is.. 21st Sep- 30th Sep (9 days) from 30th Sep to 8th Oct (8 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lynn said that :"the number 8 and 9 have meaning in the bible one. 8 means new beginnings, 9 means the gift of the holy spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hence we came up with this..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;From &lt;em&gt;(lynn to me)&lt;/em&gt; is The gift of the holy spirit... From (&lt;em&gt;Me to Jze Ying)&lt;/em&gt; we'll have new beginnings. OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;From &lt;em&gt;(Jze ying to me)&lt;/em&gt; Our friendship is a new beginning, &lt;em&gt;(Me to Lynn)&lt;/em&gt; with the gift of the holy spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How amazing is this??tell me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved dancing and will be doing it together soon! Go Bananas Oh yea oh yea oooohh yeaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167603853023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SSbzAgM02QI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/nFaUo2jE6KQ/s320/DSCF0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7942791879671372652?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7942791879671372652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7942791879671372652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7942791879671372652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7942791879671372652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-found-kingdom-friends.html' title='My new found kingdom friends'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SSbzAdq4cUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oKuZKb4YSk8/s72-c/DSCF0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-211610458393425360</id><published>2008-09-29T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:11:20.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Blog About This..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Nothing BIG about it actually, but it's a WOW !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's about the Blue Label Event that i was hired to work, for a day. Last week Friday (26th Sep 2008) from 11.15 am to 11 pm held in the British High Commissioner House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It was an event to commemorate the F1 Night Race in Singapore, and the guest list invited varied from people all over the world (China, Europe, etc..). There were popular Actors/Actresses from Taiwan, Korea, India (Bollywood) and even Racers. Sadly, i only recognise 3 more prominent ones. However MORE are there and i didn't realise, maybe, i just couldn't recognise them. Can't help it. Oh well.. Wanna know who i saw?? 2 of them are sitting at the table i personally HAVE TO SERVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lets start from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KOREAN STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Haha.. &lt;u&gt;was supposed to&lt;/u&gt;. My "that-day manager" told us that Rain might be coming. I wasn't very WOWed by it though, so i didn't expect much of who else was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The event was starting, and the guests were all coming up the stairs from the cocktail reception. Guess what, (pls act act abit in this scenario) when i was preparing my side station, while waiting and when i turned (messy hair's flying all over) i saw this PARTICULAR guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was completely.. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! He is ONE of the korean actor that i fancied (in acting lah..of course!). My jaws dropped opened invincibily, head's floating. I GOTTA KEEP CALM (i did). He is sooooo CUTE in real life. ok lah, he's just cute =) that cool suave look wooshes you off your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was &lt;em&gt;Ryu Ji Won&lt;/em&gt;.. In the internet, his name is spelt as &lt;em&gt;Ryu Shi Won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251468885999705234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD3INsHXJI/AAAAAAAAAo8/R0ppDHbN2U0/s320/ryu-shi-won.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251468874014337618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD3HhClKlI/AAAAAAAAAo0/CzdgvpLcr3g/s320/RJW.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Cute right? Haha, my classmate (Yvonne) keeps coming over from opposite side whispering to me. He's soooo Handsome, he's sooo handsome and i've to keep correcting her, he's not handsome, he's just cute lah. Then she'll show me her DIMPLES. ArgG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taiwan Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Second one i saw, is a Lady, and she's kinda popular i guess. I think her sister is more popular, but oh well. That doesn't matter at all, what matters is that she's gorgeously sexy that night. Simple nice long black evening gown... I didn't know she's that pretty, i don't even remember how she looks before that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Know who is &lt;em&gt;Xiao S&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Yeps! it's her! i saw her husband and her (btw, she's served by Yvonne) and i always whisper to her saying, she's very pretty leh, then Dimple* ArgG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470733444019234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD4zv9KdCI/AAAAAAAAApE/PwE0x040i14/s320/xiao-s-mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251470735646386050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD4z4KP54I/AAAAAAAAApM/gh3x2Ayq1sA/s320/xiao-s-and-mike-300x199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She is pretty, but in a very young, Sexy way. Whereas her sister Da S, is prettier in a very classy way. And they're BOTH THIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;RACER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last but not least, he's a Racer. Former F1 racer, he who set the legacy of F1, being the champion for many years and he retired already. (But he's only 40!! That event itself, was his birthday) He's the Ambassador of Jonnie Walker, promoting the "Don't Drink and Drive"campaign.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;(not lewis lah, he's racing on tracks, how to attend dinner? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;He's none other than Mika Hakkinen.. He started racing at the age of 5 you know. He have pictures on google when he was at his youngest age till now. Although last time more handsome, now he's still good looking for his age.Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251472662220237314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD6kBNP6gI/AAAAAAAAApU/TxO3Ey0vnqk/s320/Mika-Hakkinen-photo-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251472675763575090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD6kzqO2TI/AAAAAAAAApc/3j2mNf4yFZI/s320/mika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Amazing right, on my table have TWO big shots leh! Such Favour that i get to be up close with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was a very tiring event though, non-stop. But We were dressed nicely for this too. There are more pics, but haven't upload to the com yet. So, will do so tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251474106101609042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD74EFZMlI/AAAAAAAAApk/-DqWwgT2hLs/s320/P1040619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me! I'm 19 already! YEAH! Praise God for bringing, leading and guiding me so well! There's more blessing to come, more revelation, MORE ABUNDANCE coming my way because i'm Literally name Sarah, God's Princess! WHEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-211610458393425360?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/211610458393425360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=211610458393425360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/211610458393425360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/211610458393425360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-blog-about-this.html' title='I Need To Blog About This..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SOD3INsHXJI/AAAAAAAAAo8/R0ppDHbN2U0/s72-c/ryu-shi-won.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-3208111397524529205</id><published>2008-09-25T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:24:26.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sow Where You Want A Harvest..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daily Devotional on 13 September 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I was deleting junks from my inbox when i came across this unread mail Titled &lt;em&gt;"Sow Where You Want A Harvest" (&lt;/em&gt;I don't normally follow my devotional because i don't always check my mail.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh well, back here! It caught my eye because it was the topic that my mum and I were "debating" and "quarrelling" about. I was sharing with her about what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;felt that was a little lacking in our family, which was sharing about God. (it's gonna be a little awkward too because it was not instilled in us since young, and now that I'm older...yeah, you would know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was also sharing with her about tithing. About, sowing our financial seed into the God's Kingdom so that he'll multiply it abundantly. I mean, the example that Pastor gave which was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*When a farmer sow his seeds into his field and you, being the curious one, ask him :" Erm, I know why you want to sow your seeds, because you want and expect a harvest right?" The farmer must be scratching his head, thinking.. DUH!? what else do you expect me to sow for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;EXACTLY..thats my point.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But to her, Farmer and Financial not being the same thing (though they have the same initials). So what can i say, my "self-righteous" came into action and took over the situation. I just can't help it. Sigh...i was trying to get my point across, because she keep insisting that we don't have enough, if we do tithe. But on my side, i'm thinking, it's not about :"Wah! i have ALOT then i can give." i'm not saying that it's supposed to be like that. But i just want her to have a good opinion of god that despite being "not-enough" and "lack" we will still give because he'll multiply us. He WILL multiply us a HUNDRED FOLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 26:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12 Then Isaac sowed in that land, and reaped in the same year a hundredfold; and the Lord blessed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you sow apple seeds, you get apples. When you sow seeds of friendship, you get friends. If in the natural, you receive in the area in which you sow, &lt;strong&gt;how much more&lt;/strong&gt; will you receive in the &lt;strong&gt;supernatural&lt;/strong&gt; when God blesses you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Bible tells us that when Isaac sowed in the land, he reaped a &lt;strong&gt;hundredfold&lt;/strong&gt; even though there was a &lt;em&gt;famine&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that land. (Genesis 26:1) The reason was that “&lt;strong&gt;the Lord blessed him&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My dad was slowly talking to me about his point, why we feel this way. Somehow i have to agree with him because some things make sense to me.. &lt;em&gt;SOME&lt;/em&gt; only..I've said some things which indirectly hurt him. I'm sorry for that, but i just can't help also to feel that way. There were many things we're talking about and then He quoted this one sentence which i disagree :" Not One Formula works for all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But what i think :" is that, God's Formula works IN ALL" If he says he'll multiply, he will. If he said Finances are mine to inherit, it IS MINE. His words says it all. Just because i can't quote the exact word from the bible, don't mean i'm saying it out of context. I believe Pastor don't preach out of context (because he don't like people who uses context to scare others )hence all that i'm learning are true and are from the bible. I faithfully believe Abba will open the eyes of our family, to see and comprehend greater things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"So start sowing seeds in the area that you are believing God for, and know that before long, you will be reaping your harvest!"       AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Psst..btw, does this following sentence scares you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Why make things difficult when God made it easy for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-3208111397524529205?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/3208111397524529205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=3208111397524529205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3208111397524529205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3208111397524529205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/09/sow-where-you-want-harvest.html' title='Sow Where You Want A Harvest..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-816991096700774472</id><published>2008-09-22T01:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:38:49.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Love for Drinking'/><title type='text'>The Love For Drinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When i attended my friend's birthday the day before, i promised that i won't drink. Although deep within me, i know, somehow i will. Simple and selfish reason, i just want to enjoy and i don't often get such chance. I know i shouldn't promised, worst still to something that i know i'll be doing. Whats wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I Hate being controlled, told what to and not to do. Honestly, i totally hate it. I dislike it when others "follow" what their other halves ask them to/not to. I know that, definitely there'll be sacrifices. But are these sacrifices what i'm ready to give? I still want to play, enjoy. If no one wants to explore this part of me, i want to be alone (sometimes only). I need to say this out..I cannot keep it inside me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sigh, it's so unfair to my other half who willingly gives me things that he enjoys giving me whereas on my side, it's my enjoyment that comes first. I never think of how he'd feel. He said, he's not against drinking, but the love for drinking. I admit, i kinda like drinking, but occassionally. It's not like i'm some dead drunkard who purposely buys liquor or beer to quench my thirst. Oh well, i still understand what he means, but still i won't budge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much thoughts running through me, but i'll let abba father take care of it. When i have christ.. It does not mean my life will be SMOOTH SAILING for me (devil will always come and attack),because i'll have difficulties but NO BURDEN. It will be HIS problem to handle mine. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm sorry lah... I'm always getting myself into such mess......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Updates:Was reading Beng's Blog, found something that i just wanna try for fun, i DON'T believe in that..cause i know who knows me best.. some describe quite true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;September 30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(So true..To those who love, you are bless because i am. To those who hate me, i don't care!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( i'm the extreme KIND! oh YES! praise god for giving me so much emotions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(erm, what..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(yeah, *roll eyes*..i'll try..but, not being is what i like..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your strength&lt;/em&gt;: Your flair&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(oOo...like TOTALLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your weakness&lt;/em&gt;: If you think it, you say it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Thats what for those who dislike me ..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your power color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Scarlet red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; ( i prefer purple.. Royal Purple..because i'm a princess and an heir to the richest one in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your power symbol&lt;/em&gt;: Inverted triangle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;( whats that?! I ADORE CROSS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your power month&lt;/em&gt;: March&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;( I want November, my bf's birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-816991096700774472?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/816991096700774472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=816991096700774472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/816991096700774472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/816991096700774472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-for-drinking.html' title='The Love For Drinking..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4798870724848752449</id><published>2008-09-13T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:00:38.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larrisa Lam concert and about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt9uC66MPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Eb0vsBb0TAo/s1600-h/Blessed062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245424421014483186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt9uC66MPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Eb0vsBb0TAo/s320/Blessed062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS?&lt;/span&gt; was a concert event i went earlier and the singer that came was Larrisa Lam (more about her later). I haven't heard of her name before (well,maybe i did but i just couldn't recall). The event was held at Fort Canning Park in the Gallery, it was organised by a youth church group, Youthphoria, AMC . I forgot the long name of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, About her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's a christian singer brought up in California, but she's a chinese. Of course, with her brought up there Accent. The way she sings, is a little too loud for me, but the lyrics she writes speaks alot,(her latest album is Revolutionary) . There are many God's people coming out to bring his message to the nation and Amen because it's happening! How awesome to know there are so many people coming out and rejoicing in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna be like them too, except that i'm from Singapore. Corrine May and "Sarah Jane soon-to-come". Well, though it seems impossible and scary,all the better cause, Pastor Terry Mize shared in his sermon (the last time he came) of how another pastor said to him.." If your Dream don't scare you, then you're NOT dreaming BIG enough." IT GOT ME! Hahaha...i thank god for making someone say that, because he does the impossible. If singing is not for me, i strongly believe he's there doing something BIGGER and Awesom-er for me! Wheeeee oo WEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When was it about me? It's all about him and HIM ALONE. I cannot imagine what he have installed for me in my life..I'm so kaypoh, cause i wanna know it now..NOW ..NOWWW! but be patient lah, in the Extravagant Worship book, it wrote, that God is Not a Magician but a Builder. I want god to build it in me...oH YEAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll continue more tomorrow, daddy's going to come out and scold me for sleeping so late...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sigh, my exams are next week.. and, am i studying enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*updates with pictures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah &amp;amp; Larrisa Lam&lt;br /&gt;She looks very filipino right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245418380574568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt4OchzrkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rrBfSryN-PM/s320/P1040235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place and we were on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We thought we'll be on a chair watching up a stage, but this set up compliments the Theme of "Why So Serious?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245424426005143554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt9uVgxoAI/AAAAAAAAAok/OTFic4RdmtA/s320/Blessed059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245424430769848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt9unQxP2I/AAAAAAAAAos/3w5MUcuWcMs/s320/Blessed064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the concert with this two fella&lt;br /&gt;Beng Seet (Round)and Alex (Rectangular)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such contrast.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245418392068608866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt4PHWM02I/AAAAAAAAAn8/9Wa2bqkFrt4/s320/P1040237.JPG" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got some random stranger from the concert to take picture for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245418382678520610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt4OkXbcyI/AAAAAAAAAns/vuB4WrdmyFk/s320/P1040236.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's dancing throughout her songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[[Song- R&amp;amp;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music- Lil' Techno and R&amp;amp;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance- Disco]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beng Seet Say one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245418396079574130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt4PWSfTHI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ryIQ_qAhg3o/s320/P1040225.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4798870724848752449?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4798870724848752449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4798870724848752449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4798870724848752449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4798870724848752449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/09/larrisa-lam-concert-and-about-me.html' title='Larrisa Lam concert and about me!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/SMt9uC66MPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Eb0vsBb0TAo/s72-c/Blessed062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5081369755504555849</id><published>2008-09-07T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:18:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was browsing through my "long ago" blog entry and realised "wow? i had such amazing time before" it's not that i'm not happy with my life now, but time really is moving so fast, that i couldn't catch hold a moment what happened yesterday, the day before or even last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honestly, this period of my life, i believe, is going to be the dull-est ( the momentum of the everyday routine) School- Home- School- Home, tell me what could be more interesting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;However, with each day that passes, i know for sure, i want to know the Lord more. He'll RESTORE everything by a hundred and twenty fold. He'll restore TIME. Wendy was sharing about how much we needed time to be restored to us and indeed he'll restore (oh,how her words flows with pastor's one ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the natural, my life IS dull, routinal but i KNOW i'll thank him for everyday made for me, because THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE, LET US REJOICE and BE GLAD IN IT! So when it's a blessed day, it'll be interesting. Thats why i'm excited over very MINOR things (till people think i'm mad. Worldly people:"so small/little also so happy..SIAO!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yups! Thats what i'm saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His goodness IS MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;[[ *anyway, while typing this, my brother barged into my room calling out JIE ah..and is farting NON-STOP! with some musical tune to it..*PUI!!* disgusting!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After walking out and coming in within 3 mins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There he goes again!!!!! FARTING!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chong (bro):"*while looking at me type this out..* hehehehe..hahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*out he goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He's at it AGAIN!!! someone..pleasssssssse HELP ME!!! i'm drown in his fart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now, i'm smarter.. i'm going to LOCK the door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Can you see the light?? around my head?? WHAHAHAHA =) ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, back to my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats all folks! stay tuned..for another farting entry... (ya right, i don't wanna hear it again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* ends of with fading news5 tonight*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-5081369755504555849?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5081369755504555849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5081369755504555849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5081369755504555849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5081369755504555849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-browsing-through-my-long-ago-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-9164390015734337343</id><published>2008-08-19T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:45:33.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day..</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a day when people confronted me on something they're unhappy about, and yes, i've admitted. My fault. I won't say anything to "clear" my name nor will i do anything that appleases anyone. It shall be a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprently, now i'm feeling quite bad for being so selfish, but i shall not be condemnned. No matter what, i'm still in the righteousness of god. His words speaks life into me, speaks for how my life should be, speaks of what should be of me. No one will have a say. It's been "SELF", i'm trying and trying to have favour, to get it right, to solve a thing. But it's all the rest that he said that matters. He'll take care of it.. Why couldn't that get into my mind.. i cannot see how is that to be done... but it's simply..rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My demerit points are getting higher, and i'm not the verge of expulsion.BUT, i know, god will deliver me out of it, and miraculously reduce that dp by a hundred fold. i'm worried and thinking how should i lower it, what can i do, what can i lie about.. but now, its nothing. It'll be of NO use at all if i were to try doing it..so..i'll just rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to hold on to my pipes now..i'm letting it go.i'll do it OUT OF REST. My mind, mouth he'll control. That i'll speak words of wisdom, and i'll think as sharp as an eagle's eye..He'll SURELY (my best friend) deliver me out of this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-9164390015734337343?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/9164390015734337343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=9164390015734337343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/9164390015734337343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/9164390015734337343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-day.html' title='What a day..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-2842305411286185585</id><published>2008-06-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:12:24.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Wiese: 23 Minutes in Hell - CBN.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=c4bd2814a088d4f06b43"&gt;http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=c4bd2814a088d4f06b43&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; Watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Wiese: 23 Minutes in Hell - CBN.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Robertson talks with Bill Wiese, an ordinary man who experienced an extraordinary vision of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-2842305411286185585?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/2842305411286185585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=2842305411286185585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2842305411286185585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2842305411286185585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/06/bill-wiese-23-minutes-in-hell-cbncom.html' title='Bill Wiese: 23 Minutes in Hell - CBN.com'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-2756639375612826005</id><published>2008-05-03T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:03:49.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but to have my way...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I cannot help'/><title type='text'>I cannot help, but to have my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To accept then absorb and think/analyse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I seriously find it hard doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently this isn't the first time i'm hearing someone saying that to me, but i &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; find it hard doing it. The family that i came from are of the same culture. We speak the same way, react the same. Reacting very abruptly and speaking very rudely i guess, is just a way i got so used to, that i realised it's not much of an attitude at home. Even if i know it's rude,they're doing it too. Of course it's not how i normally do to others outside. Taking it for granted i should say, knowing that my family will always be there and will never leave when i really need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But still, i think for this generation of teenage like me, i'd supposed we don't like to be treated the way our family don't like to be treated by us.If it doesn't make sense to you, well at least it does to me. I'm definately more bold than them 20 years ago, especially when the rebellion of kids increase higher and higher each year. So if ever they ask me to leave, i'll gladly take my bag and walk out. (take note: i'm not secretly waiting till they sleep). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know that it'll be difficult without them, and also without education.Well, when i'm stranded into that situation, maybe then i'll know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Such not a wise decision to have, but thats if i really plan to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are a certain thing that i can learn at home, but there're many things which requires me to "bang against the wall first" before really understanding it. Stubborn, i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm so sorry that i'm always making you guys angry, fighting the wrong rights....but i cannot say sorry. &lt;em&gt;ego&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you guys asked me to prioritize between friends and family.It's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hard and unfair decision. I wouldn't say my friends are as important as my family, but sometimes, i just want to be with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moreover, the reason with having a boyfriend is someone i want to turn to when i need to speak, to be silly, to encourage me, to have fun with me (shopping, strolling around malls). Are you guys able to do that for me? I mean, there are a certain limits to what a family can give, do i expect a hug from you?a kiss?sorry?love you? sorry, i'm just not used to it and i'm not expecting it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But i'm seeing myself recieving and giving that when i'm older, when i'm earning my own money. I know i would do that, but not now....&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've asked abba to &lt;em&gt;make a way&lt;/em&gt; for all this misunderstanding and to also open up our eyes to a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Just know that, i'll &lt;em&gt;always love you&lt;/em&gt; guys......&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/8755675-2756639375612826005?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/2756639375612826005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=2756639375612826005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2756639375612826005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2756639375612826005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cannot-help-but-to-have-my-way.html' title='I cannot help, but to have my way...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6723120796041397708</id><published>2008-02-18T02:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T03:22:06.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is a good guy</title><content type='html'>Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;it's been awhile since i've blogged. My seventh month with him and it's supposed to be a month of perfection, but it turned out otherwise. My relationship with my parent soured again, main reason is my about my bf. They're unhappy and said that i'm supposed to prioritised my studies and also empasized on the "promised" i gave them before the starting of my course. To assure them that nothing will interrupt my studies, i did gave that "promised", but before the course started, i got together with him alrdy. Sigh, what am i to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;And i am always telling them that, he is not obstructing me in my studies. He is in fact always supporting me, encouraging me from behind, telling me that everything's gonna be alright. When my exams are coming, he is there accompanying me and reminding me to study. I mean, seriously, where else will you find guys who has already completed his studies still encouraging you, that it's possible if you study way before the exams.He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's not about boasting how good he is, but to such extent of a guy being so concerned at every little thing thats happening to a girl. (as long as it's not overly ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY: baby, it's late alrdy, are you on your way home?If not, please go home soon ok, be good and listen.&lt;br /&gt;JY:Alright then, go home straight after dinner ok, text your parents that you're going home soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY:Wow, thank god someone is driving u,do you still gave money?take a cab home ok?text your parents,tell them you're on your way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY: Baby, can you please listen, just take a cab home,alright? Don't argue anymore, its really late now, your parents are worried.Take a cab home ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY:High..I'll pray to the lord that your parents won't wack you,tell hem the event finished late, your friend drove you, and you took cab alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY: Baby, don't be stubborn can! text me when you're home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY:Baby, are u home? pls tell me you're ok, what did your parents say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY: Baby, did your mom hit you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY:So did your father hit you? did anyone hit you? baby, tell me the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JY: Alright baby, lets not talk about this, go to bed ok? you still have work tmr,and i know yu're tired.Sweet dreams baby, i'll always be here for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ONE THAT HIT ME WAS...when i said i wanted to work,and he disapproved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JY: I think i've alrdy given you the answer, working doesn't means they'll allow you to go out normally. I'm a guy,and my father used to control me as well! If i can go through it, why not you? Your friends may be able to home late,but why envious of them? Do they have a loving and caring family like yours?Do they have god in their life? Do they have ME? baby,don't compare with others, you're already blessed! Don't you see that? This is just a passing phase,you'll have your freedom, it's just a matter of time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All this above are true.not even one which i made up.Proof is in my phone...sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh.... thanks baby! I know one day they'll have a totally different view of you..I'm believing daddy god for more..Lets agree with this ....As long as you're accepted by daddy god, he will make you be accepted by my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taken during &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The best &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; ever!!Simple but fulfilling =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGjjSSXhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RN7Zv2HImqM/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168028517733129746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGjjSSXhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RN7Zv2HImqM/s200/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After much pursuasion, finally take picture with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGjzSSXiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iO60qprln18/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168028522028097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGjzSSXiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iO60qprln18/s200/Photo0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Stupid faccccccce...haha...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGkTSSXjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/flvrJpOkLa0/s1600-h/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168028530618031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGkTSSXjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/flvrJpOkLa0/s200/Photo0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Baby!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6723120796041397708?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6723120796041397708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6723120796041397708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6723120796041397708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6723120796041397708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-boyfriend-is-good-guy.html' title='My boyfriend is a good guy'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/R7iGjjSSXhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RN7Zv2HImqM/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1514909564373284430</id><published>2007-11-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:09:52.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry man'/><title type='text'>Sorry man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry! sounds kinda cliche i know, but i don't know what else to say. Lets just put this problem into daddy's hand. Let him handle this,only he have the solution to a million problems that lies ahead of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, during choir serving time, a few of them spoke to me regarding guys/boyfriend... It's not about two halves coming together to become one, instead it's two Whole coming together to become a more &lt;strong&gt;complete&lt;/strong&gt; whole.And it also only work when we see ourselves as a whole because he (daddy) is in our life. I have to agree to one thing they said about:"do everything you want to do when you're single, if not when you get attached,you'll have to think of the other party." Now since i'm attached, i'll just make good use of it. But it's still quite difficult though, to have to think of another party especially when there's so many more things, you've yet to discover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, i'm still sorry for disappointing you again and again. I've handled all this attitudes and problems to daddy god already, i'm believing him for a better person that i can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1514909564373284430?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1514909564373284430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1514909564373284430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1514909564373284430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1514909564373284430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-man.html' title='Sorry man..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7482585889541480856</id><published>2007-10-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:53:41.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel bad again..sigh..'/><title type='text'>feel bad again..sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxTckfxM7YI/AAAAAAAAAms/G-vN8x0lp5c/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121961195788365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxTckfxM7YI/AAAAAAAAAms/G-vN8x0lp5c/s320/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Toilet Picture" of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Did i do something wrong again? i didn't &lt;strong&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/strong&gt; do something thats &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; but i felt that the words i used are &lt;em&gt;harshed&lt;/em&gt; .Argh! why am i like that? Now it's making me feel bad, but yet i think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although a certain things it's weird, i know, even i feel it too. Just cause no one actually are &lt;em&gt;LIKE THAT&lt;/em&gt;. But it's something i don't mind others doing to me. Moreover, since i'm there already, why not just make the best out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They're there to help me and not purposely pulling me down or letting me get into trouble. I honestly believe there are reasons behind it, and it's for my own good. Just trust that our daddy has put me in good hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Like he put me in good hands of yours, how much more should you trust in him that i'm in the good hands of my leaders right?Anyway, I want to show the whole world that you're a very good man, thats why i'm so proud to tell people of you, my boyfriend, &lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;?? who would be so eager to tell others about their boyfriend if they're not someone they really like..&lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;??!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The person should know what i mean on this post.Lets trust that, he will make a way for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7482585889541480856?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7482585889541480856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7482585889541480856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7482585889541480856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7482585889541480856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-bad-againsigh.html' title='feel bad again..sigh'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxTckfxM7YI/AAAAAAAAAms/G-vN8x0lp5c/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4411899609892956662</id><published>2007-10-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:48:07.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good boyfriend.'/><title type='text'>Good boyfriend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's been awhile since i've blog. Everyday's routine had been pretty the same, except for the fact that daddy have been blessing me with more favour from everybody. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, can i share with you guys what my boyfriend gave me on my birthday and also, on random days? Even if you don't want to know, i still share! -_-'' "oh ya man, why did i even ask? so kuku!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He's a man full of surprises and also, a guy who already think for me earlier then i expected..well, what i know best is that, he have recieved christ already, soooo..........he is &lt;em&gt;Greatly Bless, Highly Favoured and Deeply Loved&lt;/em&gt;. He's been sharing with me all the incidents that he's been facing &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; clearly meant, without christ , our &lt;em&gt;mere&lt;/em&gt; works would not have made it. *Surely goodness and grace shall follow him all the rest of his life. It's amazing to know the tremendous changes Abba did to his beloved. SO happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDW_xM7RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MTx4aV2r2L0/s1600-h/P1000638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121511263604370706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDW_xM7RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MTx4aV2r2L0/s320/P1000638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDXvxM7SI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VJ1Q6RcvVT4/s1600-h/P1000639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121511276489272610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDXvxM7SI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VJ1Q6RcvVT4/s320/P1000639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDYPxM7TI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8-b8mCMQn5E/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121511285079207218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDYPxM7TI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8-b8mCMQn5E/s320/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDYvxM7UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EtJ3ZeSFkoo/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121511293669141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDYvxM7UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EtJ3ZeSFkoo/s320/Photo0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And by the way, it's not the things my boyfriend give me that i'm very happy about. I realised something about me too, the actual thing thats making me very happy, glad and liking/loving him more is that he's loving daddy god more and more.The more he know about daddy and the more he praises, gives glory to daddy. The happier i become. I don't know why man?!?! but i do know it's a very &lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt; feeling.&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/8755675-4411899609892956662?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4411899609892956662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4411899609892956662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4411899609892956662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4411899609892956662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-boyfriend.html' title='Good boyfriend..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RxNDW_xM7RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MTx4aV2r2L0/s72-c/P1000638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-2816078214097399941</id><published>2007-10-01T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:27:18.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an incident...'/><title type='text'>an incident...</title><content type='html'>The day before my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kim in the morning as she wants to treat me to an advance lunch .Went to Fish n Co and had “philladera” Fish and chips. After that, reached home at bout 3:45 pm. We were getting ready to go to grandma place when I realized that they’re staying over. I over-reacted a little by saying: “HUH! I thought we’re coming back, sigh I’ve to carry so many things. My clothes, make-up, facial stuff, accessories for choir .Well, I brought so many things because I want to look good as my birthday is tomorrow also. BUT one thing that’s stopping me from staying over granny’s place is that, they don’t have big mirror or small reachable MIRROR. I want to make sure I look good before I go out. I want to get ready all at home so I don’t need to carry so many stuff to granny place and church, then back home with the bulky bag. I didn’t say I’m being ungrateful or what, I just want to go home for the next day to dress properly instead of needing to rush or might have left something I need at home. They just don’t get what I mean. What’s wrong with coming back? I have no ulterior motive or any hidden agenda. And there they are, insisting that I’m an ingrate and a trouble maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I always creating trouble before going out? I enjoy being out with them, especially when I have chance to. They only see what’s going on for that moment and remember all the BAD I’ve done instead of seeing the time I’ve tried having with them. I’m 18!! What’s wrong with friends? They’re there to be enjoyed with, have a nuisance with. Can my parent’s do that with me ALL the TIME? Huh? Huh? Huh? Sometimes when I’m enjoying with them, and if their mood is not there, they’ll start saying things again. Sometimes when we’re happy, I’ll tell them stuff, chat and talk about what’s going on, but do you know what those words ended up as? They’re words to be used against you when they’re not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that my mum mention was: “I thought registering you into choir will change you!” But it seems as though she meant that I became worst. Now that’s so NOT TRUE! She told me verbally before that, I’ve changed and became better after joining choir. Now see, using it against me already. I merely want to just come back to sleep, change here and off to church to serve choir. I know, I made it sound as though I’ve to bring a lot of stuff hence not wanting to stay over. But that’s just the, part of the reason only. Main is to just have everything there for me to get myself ready. SIMPLE! That’s all, but still they made it soooooo big as though, YAH, she’s the devil, always causing trouble for us. Only take money and bursting her cell phone bill, priority are her friends and us LAST. Always assuming this, but I’m just going out with them cause it’s the fun I want to have as a teenager..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have more,but i'm lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-2816078214097399941?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/2816078214097399941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=2816078214097399941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2816078214097399941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2816078214097399941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/10/incident.html' title='an incident...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6935249956426118308</id><published>2007-09-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:27:52.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamming and chilling out with Lynn'/><title type='text'>Jamming and chilling out with Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Liked this photo..I edited with PS..first successful one..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6fxM7FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mD1CIqpUqhQ/s1600-h/movie+star+jane+and+lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115316125467208786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6fxM7FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mD1CIqpUqhQ/s320/movie+star+jane+and+lynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday,27 september..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Finally i'm out with Lynn.Well with the pathetic amount of money i have.At least the day still went through smoothly by taking pictures..Met her in the afternoon,had lunch in subway and then to Esplanade river side and chatted for awhile.Headed to Suntec Convention Centre, Gloria Jeans.Lepak,Chilled there till almost the end.Had lots of catching up to do man,she updated me on hers whereas i shared with her mine, a little.There's nothing much happening in my life now what!! only school and JY and family mah...Terrible..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cam Whoring the whole time we're together.She's still the same ,kuku and crazy...And also,pronouncing all the words wrongly (due to the long holiday and not being in school).Very funny."&lt;em&gt;ang mo long"&lt;/em&gt; especially.so many more words,but i forgot already..Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08vvxM6sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TB_sv9sSxvU/s1600-h/P1000383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311542737103554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08vvxM6sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TB_sv9sSxvU/s200/P1000383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rzcInDdNR_0/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311547032070866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rzcInDdNR_0/s200/P1000385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv09q_xM6xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/a3iFHuEW5vM/s1600-h/P1000399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115312560644352786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv09q_xM6xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/a3iFHuEW5vM/s200/P1000399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv09q_xM6yI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QJmh-nnrV5w/s1600-h/P1000418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115312560644352802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv09q_xM6yI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QJmh-nnrV5w/s200/P1000418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6uI/AAAAAAAAAhc/IdKi537SXOo/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311547032070882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6uI/AAAAAAAAAhc/IdKi537SXOo/s200/P1000391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6vI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pye9y-mKudE/s1600-h/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311547032070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08v_xM6vI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pye9y-mKudE/s200/P1000392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08wPxM6wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/AgLR7eysykA/s1600-h/P1000397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311551327038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv08wPxM6wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/AgLR7eysykA/s200/P1000397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Look at the face differences..We've tried doing lots of faces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Chicken Modelling"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GD_xM7JI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0UjoW5rPNWI/s1600-h/P1000427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321786234104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GD_xM7JI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0UjoW5rPNWI/s400/P1000427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "huhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGPxM7KI/AAAAAAAAAk8/BXNyKUO1vko/s1600-h/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321824888810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGPxM7KI/AAAAAAAAAk8/BXNyKUO1vko/s400/P1000429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Act Innocent'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGfxM7LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fMd798xieBM/s1600-h/P1000430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321829183777970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGfxM7LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fMd798xieBM/s400/P1000430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "Widest Smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGvxM7MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JSbBumYnPhY/s1600-h/P1000432.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321833478745282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GGvxM7MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JSbBumYnPhY/s400/P1000432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Forced Smile" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GG_xM7NI/AAAAAAAAAlU/d7jkISeiIgg/s1600-h/P1000437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115321837773712594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GG_xM7NI/AAAAAAAAAlU/d7jkISeiIgg/s400/P1000437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Grrr.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtPxM7OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WUywMXlP88M/s1600-h/P1000438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115322494903708898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtPxM7OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WUywMXlP88M/s320/P1000438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now proper and pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtPxM7PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_ejxpkkqqas/s1600-h/P1000439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115322494903708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtPxM7PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_ejxpkkqqas/s320/P1000439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Father's Princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtfxM7QI/AAAAAAAAAls/tjGQd2pSf2g/s1600-h/P1000423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115322499198676226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1GtfxM7QI/AAAAAAAAAls/tjGQd2pSf2g/s320/P1000423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_C_xM65I/AAAAAAAAAi0/M11N0lnrhPE/s1600-h/P1000446.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314072472841106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_C_xM65I/AAAAAAAAAi0/M11N0lnrhPE/s200/P1000446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pout lips and huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_C_xM66I/AAAAAAAAAi8/TGk07l67A_c/s1600-h/P1000447.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314072472841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_C_xM66I/AAAAAAAAAi8/TGk07l67A_c/s200/P1000447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After meeting her,i went to meet my other group of friends (my current classmates). For Jamming session! Though it sound so "wah!! Cool!!" but i'm only singing.None of the instruments i tried Jamming.. keke.. We played "Zombie-cranberries" and "through the eyes" Or "through the window" well i think so?? i'm not sure about the second one..Had fun though.So goons,i couldn't reach the super Low note whereas leonard cannot reach the super HIGH notes..HAHAHa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Melvin beating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_fPxM68I/AAAAAAAAAjM/elHSr44PCsc/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314557804145602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_fPxM68I/AAAAAAAAAjM/elHSr44PCsc/s200/P1000455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; The room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_ffxM69I/AAAAAAAAAjU/e6-KfbpUYJo/s1600-h/P1000458.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314562099112914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_ffxM69I/AAAAAAAAAjU/e6-KfbpUYJo/s200/P1000458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Leonard tuning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_ffxM6-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/GEWJWebAYNQ/s1600-h/P1000460.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314562099112930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_ffxM6-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/GEWJWebAYNQ/s200/P1000460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Din tuning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_fvxM6_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/aTPv7wW_MLE/s1600-h/P1000461.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314566394080242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv0_fvxM6_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/aTPv7wW_MLE/s200/P1000461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Izzat tuning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgfxM7AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MXJrPDTMKG4/s1600-h/P1000462.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115315678790609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgfxM7AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MXJrPDTMKG4/s200/P1000462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgvxM7BI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MwIWCXsha4Y/s1600-h/P1000463.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115315683085577234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgvxM7BI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MwIWCXsha4Y/s200/P1000463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Lets start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgvxM7CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/c7cZnRe8n04/s1600-h/P1000464.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115315683085577250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1AgvxM7CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/c7cZnRe8n04/s200/P1000464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hit the drum ,Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1Ag_xM7DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eq669HYhlJE/s1600-h/P1000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115315687380544562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1Ag_xM7DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eq669HYhlJE/s200/P1000465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6fxM7GI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Qa1y0gEPGSU/s1600-h/P1000467.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115316125467208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6fxM7GI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Qa1y0gEPGSU/s320/P1000467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Group photo sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6vxM7HI/AAAAAAAAAkk/q7mV3JoCVRs/s1600-h/P1000466.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115316129762176114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6vxM7HI/AAAAAAAAAkk/q7mV3JoCVRs/s320/P1000466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then i met my boyfriend for dinner.It was on the way as well,so why not? Met his manager and collegue also.All the tall men really make me feel sooooo short.. *oh lord,i asked, to let me grow another 5 cm more.* I'm well-taken care of..whee! By my family and boyfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Funny picture..and tried editing with PS.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115316129762176130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6vxM7II/AAAAAAAAAks/1RuF9HoQMqY/s320/trying+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thats all folks about the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care and God bless you guys fruitfully&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6935249956426118308?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6935249956426118308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6935249956426118308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6935249956426118308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6935249956426118308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/09/jamming-and-chilling-out-with-lynn.html' title='Jamming and chilling out with Lynn'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rv1A6fxM7FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mD1CIqpUqhQ/s72-c/movie+star+jane+and+lynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-13306274713389439</id><published>2007-09-26T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:30:36.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Lim&apos;s blog'/><title type='text'>Steven Lim's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was just browsing through the web pages when i finally went to xiaxue's blog to see if there's any updates.Apparently,she reminded me of the man Steven Lim whom she had a little "commotion" with.A very funny one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiousity,i went to search for his blog.Surprisingly, alot of broken english and also,weird video's of himself.Hey now, I'm not kidding,it was weird but interestingly funny to watch.I have to admit that this world's going a little out of the traditional way but not to the extend of how he's doing it (well at least,he's the first that i've seen So far..). Super HILLARIOUS...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This old man really do make a fool out of himself,but somehow, i feel some are out of goodwill. eg:video for broken hearted,for those who lost hope.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well,what to do..Some just potray themselves to the world in a TOTALLy different way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.stevenlim.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Watch the one especially about him calling xiaxue a chicken pie.No offence though,but this fella really are daring and bold.It was one hell good of a laugh overall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=riBS5cURFRI&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Sue xiaxue-HAHAHA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-13306274713389439?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/13306274713389439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=13306274713389439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/13306274713389439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/13306274713389439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/09/steven-lims-blog.html' title='Steven Lim&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6498214797915635274</id><published>2007-09-14T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:30:04.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life updated..'/><title type='text'>My life updated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Good Morning people! It's been awhile again,since i've updated this blog.Been rather busy though with my school work,and my own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Well,now to summarise the whole of my months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before i started school,i ask daddy god to put me into a good class with good friends.I was hoping that this class would make me want to study instead of just playing around.(I mean,it's time to get serious already right?) They were although not the kind that i hope they were,but they're good! It's hard to explain such people. I'll have to admit there's one or two who are really very intolerable,but the majority of fun and interesting people overwhelmed those few sheeps. *thank god for them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've been doing well in my studies, god's grace as well, because i've never felt so successful in my whole studying life.Those who know me personally would understand it.I did not put it so much worry into my studies now because i know i've conquered the study battle.And that all things are possible.Classes are interesting( some teachers are not) .But who cares right? it's not the teacher,but me myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0sJNixXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4c0ki_SUZFg/s1600-h/P1000205.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0spNixYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ba2MLLDWXeU/s1600-h/P1000160.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wine tasting class..The most united !&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run1MJNixcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N45pXPvWxjg/s1600-h/P1000160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109884841208497602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run1MJNixcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N45pXPvWxjg/s400/P1000160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run1MpNixdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BNrUYyM9ZmM/s1600-h/P1000205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109884849798432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run1MpNixdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BNrUYyM9ZmM/s400/P1000205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0s5NixZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Z9Ms53HjxEo/s1600-h/P1000208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109884304337585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0s5NixZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Z9Ms53HjxEo/s200/P1000208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane and puva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0s5NixaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kda1rBnJZGU/s1600-h/P1000225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109884304337585570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0s5NixaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kda1rBnJZGU/s200/P1000225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly and Jane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0tZNixbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gSuP1ZZlLQw/s1600-h/P1000229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109884312927520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run0tZNixbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gSuP1ZZlLQw/s200/P1000229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My personal life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Though my parents are quite hoping that i'll not get into one relationship now because i'm studying and that the school fee are expensive (i'll have to put in my best) ,i still got into it even before they told me.The special relationship that i have right now,is not pulling me away from studies,in fact,he's asking me to focus on my studies more. Not only does he tell me to prioritise my studies,he also encourage me to go further then where i ought to go.Amazing man of mine! He's not selfish and not self centered !! He's always there when i needed him..Whee!! "the man i always wanted?, well maybe .." HE IS!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take care people..and god bless..have a enjoyable weekend! =) shalom raphah,rest!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6498214797915635274?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6498214797915635274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6498214797915635274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6498214797915635274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6498214797915635274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life-updated.html' title='My life updated..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Run1MJNixcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N45pXPvWxjg/s72-c/P1000160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1458798301313885679</id><published>2007-07-05T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:55:53.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summary of philippine&apos;s vacation'/><title type='text'>Summary of my philippine's vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Greetings to all the human being's who have thought i've been missing for the past one month.Apparently,i merely just set off in a plane to the country called Philippines to a province named Leyte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've had many wonderful time there.I don't even feel like coming back,though i know i have to.It's neither high buildings nor sports car,neither posh restaurant nor cleaniness that attracts me.(cause they have none.) It's the natural work and strong people which...ahhhhh...........can't help it. I did alot of crazy stuff and stuffs i've not done before in singapore,eg. Open-air Disco ,Drink till i'm totally drunk. Exotic stuff i've eaten like Sea Urchin (we ate it on the spot we caught it),what an experience!Though i can't swim i still went to the furthest i could to help bring sea urchin up into the bucket.Half-grown chick(in the egg still) Urgh! that was eaten when i was totally drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I became Tanned. I have lots of pictures and video's in this web site. Go check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rememberonce.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.rememberonce.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Well,i couldn't take more pictures with my Digital Camera cause it fell into the Dagat (Sea). I spoke english+Tagalog+visaya=Half bucket water. Even English which happen to be the better of the Three,i spoke it like i've just learnt english.Grrreat! Cause they still don't get me.Well,i got it through by using hand-sign. Phew! That helps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Though i didn't spend like a queen,as what i thought i'd be doing.I ate like a queen (ahem.. Princess would sound nicer),all three meals will be prepared according to our liking.All the experience i have there,really couldn't be explain in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somehow,i've accomplished what i want to do. When i saw Baby Brandon,i told myself i want to shower for him,put pampers,make milk,make him sleep on my arms.I did it all.......i was soooo happy.I think overall,the main happiness came from Samantha,Lorenel and Baby Brandon.They're all Tita dorie's children.Potential Beauty and Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the web site to the &lt;a href="http://rememberonce.multiply.com/"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1458798301313885679?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1458798301313885679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1458798301313885679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1458798301313885679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1458798301313885679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/07/summary-of-my-philippines-vacation.html' title='Summary of my philippine&apos;s vacation'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-2345602180290574318</id><published>2007-05-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:50:46.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 beloveds again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My first day..Thats han yuen's table.Supposed to be messy one,but AHEM ..too messy.cannot take it.so must clear a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXYpC1YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/G-6zCJeumlM/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068150871473444226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXYpC1YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/G-6zCJeumlM/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jacket, MKS &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXopC1ZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ELM8cxo_Iu0/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068150875768411538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXopC1ZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ELM8cxo_Iu0/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Office job!! anyone want?? haha! A job that i NEVER thought i'll take, ended up something that i'm doing now. But hey,it's a cool job.It's the most relaxed job,(means, as compared to my collegues.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Met up for dinner yesterday with the 4 beloveds (including me). We ate in a restaurant called,"something" diner USA.We sang songs again! and take photos (as usual)It's fun fun being with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ? )Diner USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWujopC1LI/AAAAAAAAAds/RWlpRlZ8G2w/s1600-h/100_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148882903585970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWujopC1LI/AAAAAAAAAds/RWlpRlZ8G2w/s320/100_0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kuku-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWuj4pC1MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-U9H5lV8Sso/s1600-h/100_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148887198553282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWuj4pC1MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-U9H5lV8Sso/s320/100_0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGIpC1QI/AAAAAAAAAeU/uF1g3JR6Pu8/s1600-h/100_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149475609072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGIpC1QI/AAAAAAAAAeU/uF1g3JR6Pu8/s320/100_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGYpC1RI/AAAAAAAAAec/hGcrAkLdMJQ/s1600-h/100_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149479904040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGYpC1RI/AAAAAAAAAec/hGcrAkLdMJQ/s320/100_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGYpC1TI/AAAAAAAAAes/2C8P9McleY0/s1600-h/100_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149479904040242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGYpC1TI/AAAAAAAAAes/2C8P9McleY0/s320/100_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lonely girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGopC1UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iVADwgvLdIY/s1600-h/100_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149484199007554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWvGopC1UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iVADwgvLdIY/s320/100_0912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid shot by Professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWuj4pC1NI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8GQCS8qMe0A/s1600-h/100_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148887198553298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWuj4pC1NI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8GQCS8qMe0A/s320/100_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out to make me jealous,cause i have Cone Ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWukIpC1OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J3FkhaKQsOQ/s1600-h/100_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148891493520610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWukIpC1OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J3FkhaKQsOQ/s320/100_0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queen Mel! and btw, i'm 4 months pregnant already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWukIpC1PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tGJFxG-Xbu8/s1600-h/100_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068148891493520626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWukIpC1PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tGJFxG-Xbu8/s320/100_0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Funny right? Thats han yuen..My choir tenor guy.Lunch break in harbour front.And also, he's cool! haha ,but he's more crappy.Alot of "logic" kind of guy..It was him who got me this job.Daddy is amazing isn't he? He's someone i'm not very familiar with! But he answered my prayer,giving me a one week kind of job before going philippines...! Wheeee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx9opC1aI/AAAAAAAAAfk/am4-KpVO00o/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068152628115068322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx9opC1aI/AAAAAAAAAfk/am4-KpVO00o/s320/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx94pC1bI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1mQlPMznvA8/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068152632410035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx94pC1bI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1mQlPMznvA8/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toilet 's like my best friend.I always say HI to them.This photo was not edited at all.it's my phone light..LOL......Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx94pC1cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Fhl35L6c5Ok/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068152632410035650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWx94pC1cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Fhl35L6c5Ok/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's my *Model sister.She's so tall!Familiar right? haha..she's got a poster face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXIpC1VI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iCEpE6TytMs/s1600-h/16052007182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068150867178476882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXIpC1VI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iCEpE6TytMs/s320/16052007182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-2345602180290574318?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/2345602180290574318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=2345602180290574318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2345602180290574318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2345602180290574318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-beloveds-again.html' title='4 beloveds again!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RlWwXYpC1YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/G-6zCJeumlM/s72-c/DSC01534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7347020253377234088</id><published>2007-05-18T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:27:47.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My mum&apos;s kit special&apos;s'/><title type='text'>My mum's kit special's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WOMEN!!!!!! Tell me which lady won't indulge themselves in supposed-to-be women's fav. stuff? Well,shout to me to whom don't dresses nicely(or at least not with torn thattered clothes),puts make up on special occasion?,or even comb their hair? Well my mum's the extreamE! Not only does she,buy suitable clothes or buy big rings,accessories.She fills her Wardrobe with BOXES of MAKE UP!! I mean,no matter how much make up you use on your face or how many compact powder,blusher,eye shadow you'll be getting,trust me my mum's the coolest!! I've actually taken pictures of her kit(S) and compile them together so that you know,you won't be so "&lt;strong&gt;WAH LAO EH&lt;/strong&gt;"..SO many to see!! But seriously ,the stuffs inside are usually ALMOST the same,just that..She like the way the kit is.The different styles of box which look very "&lt;em&gt;class&lt;/em&gt;*"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;* Slang while saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uWopC08I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ov6t8CVo-Tc/s1600-h/Make+ups.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967228495778754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uWopC08I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ov6t8CVo-Tc/s320/Make+ups.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uW4pC09I/AAAAAAAAAb8/bEIr47vI3n8/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967232790746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uW4pC09I/AAAAAAAAAb8/bEIr47vI3n8/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXIpC0-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/h-8xT4UqCYo/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967237085713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXIpC0-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/h-8xT4UqCYo/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXIpC0_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Yz-p5r-eD0M/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967237085713394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXIpC0_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Yz-p5r-eD0M/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXYpC1AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AjjKI7pEq5M/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967241380680706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uXYpC1AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AjjKI7pEq5M/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway,I'm so looking forward to going philippines end of the month..! Damn.too blessed,i can't contain it..Too much i've gotta give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I met up with Lynn for awhile for di-nch (dinner+Lunch) just now.Went to Fish n Co,her &lt;em&gt;*argh&lt;/em&gt;! work place whereby we can get a 10% staff discount.Well,not that bad already.We had our FILL (&lt;em&gt;roll eyes&lt;/em&gt;..) it's really &lt;strong&gt;FILL&lt;/strong&gt;ed.to the brim ok!Wa had Seafood platter,New york fish and chip's set meal B (ocean fish nuggets,cola tonic),mushroom soup.It's &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; funny again k,so big portion! We were trying to push the food down our throats (by sacrificing our 2 hour sitting and digesting and eating again).Actually this is the first time whereby it's 2 hour with ME and LYNN still eating.Normally it's me who finished eating and have to &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; for lynn to gobble the last bite down.&lt;strong&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/strong&gt; her &lt;em&gt;ALONE&lt;/em&gt; 2 hour K..This time ,she's forgiven.Cause i'm in the 2 hour too! hee~! Well it makes a difference ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course,we did cam whore while digesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seafood platter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdIpC1BI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ctUbU5GxAlM/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065970638699811858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdIpC1BI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ctUbU5GxAlM/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lynn's friend moses took for us the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdYpC1CI/AAAAAAAAAck/H4N095vz9qM/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065970642994779170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdYpC1CI/AAAAAAAAAck/H4N095vz9qM/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdopC1DI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LVebev4Z12A/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065970647289746482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdopC1DI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LVebev4Z12A/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdopC1EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Up75DJy6l3Q/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065970647289746498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xdopC1EI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Up75DJy6l3Q/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065970651584713810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3xd4pC1FI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qErGPid8o28/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Watch out LYNN,it's coming to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yB4pC1GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B363BzJnXVg/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065971270060004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yB4pC1GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B363BzJnXVg/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see her cross-eyed? cannot make it right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yB4pC1HI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hlCRdWUurQM/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065971270060004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yB4pC1HI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hlCRdWUurQM/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She likes stupid picture.well,must understand lah.She's by default right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCIpC1II/AAAAAAAAAdU/rtDp-JvydrE/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065971274354971778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCIpC1II/AAAAAAAAAdU/rtDp-JvydrE/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to church! Cause i'm serving choir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCYpC1JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f4tGwQln5m8/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065971278649939090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCYpC1JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f4tGwQln5m8/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried different lightings with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCYpC1KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pQj1u0bpU4E/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065971278649939106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3yCYpC1KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pQj1u0bpU4E/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's sermon was another amazing one. Gosh! i didn't quite get it at first,but it made sense to me after a while! wheee! Jesus is whom we must follow.Seek him first and cultivate a relationship with him.Asked him for advise,he will surely answer you! Be it the simplest thing of, Is this hairstyle nice? Or . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7347020253377234088?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7347020253377234088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7347020253377234088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mums-kit-specials.html' title='My mum&apos;s kit special&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rk3uWopC08I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ov6t8CVo-Tc/s72-c/Make+ups.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1224220620764858340</id><published>2007-05-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:03:43.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy god grace'/><title type='text'>Daddy God grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktUAYpC07I/AAAAAAAAAbs/amzOgLUACNI/s1600-h/US+aagain.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065234571499590578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktUAYpC07I/AAAAAAAAAbs/amzOgLUACNI/s400/US+aagain.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Had choir today.It was another fruitful practice given by daddy god through wendy and mervyn!Mummy wendy read out letters written by our choir peeps regarding the issue of BGR.The mails that were written really show that lives from different people are always different.People go through different chapter of lives which we ourselves can never comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Girls do take note.Never go to dark dark places ALONE with a guy.Things may happen and you'll never know it.Never say,you can take care of yourself.Cause sometimes in SITUATIONS you might even forget your morales and might end up giving in to temptations. Seriously,you will NEVER know.If you're going out with a guy,try going out in groups.If really die die must go out with only one guy,then don't go to seclude areas whereby both can hanky panky.(remember you'll NEVER know..When both hormones increase at the same time,with super empty places.....ahem ahem....you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But girls,if you have done it before..Remember ,DO NOT FEEL or BE CONDEMNED! Seek daddy god and pray that you'll have the urge lifted.If you've realised the importance of purity then STOP doing it from the moment you know it.It would be more advisable to save the best for last.Imagine the excitement when your future hubby "opens" you up on the special wedding night,revealing the sensitive moment,parts to each other rather than.. :"it's just another day for me to make love,or better still,the right time to cum in her" to have the so call"permission" to make baby at the expense of her 9 months for your enjoyment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girls!! Get what i mean!?! If you ever understand this..and your boyfriend is still insisting on having sex,leave him.he's not worth.Maybe it's you having the urge more,who knows? thats why,if you try VERY hard with your strength,you will not succeed.Ask god to help you,he will be faithful to you though you've done it before.He will show his power and lift your urge up.Haha! Go ahead.Test him...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My kingdom Pals! Thank you daddy for giving me such wonderful peeps! Though we're of different Personality,daddy god brings us through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTdYpC02I/AAAAAAAAAbE/RSmiwtwQ62Q/s1600-h/US+aagain.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jane n' Lirong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTdopC03I/AAAAAAAAAbM/oqS36iZypds/s1600-h/SP_A0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065233974499136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTdopC03I/AAAAAAAAAbM/oqS36iZypds/s320/SP_A0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Lynn,Mel,Jane,Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTdopC04I/AAAAAAAAAbU/eeVl_m99yC0/s1600-h/SP_A0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065233974499136386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTdopC04I/AAAAAAAAAbU/eeVl_m99yC0/s320/SP_A0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The face that always appear! Lynn n' Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTd4pC05I/AAAAAAAAAbc/BC6u4gMqm5Y/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065233978794103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTd4pC05I/AAAAAAAAAbc/BC6u4gMqm5Y/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTd4pC06I/AAAAAAAAAbk/sZ9e2lXWJwo/s1600-h/SP_A0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065233978794103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktTd4pC06I/AAAAAAAAAbk/sZ9e2lXWJwo/s320/SP_A0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1224220620764858340?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1224220620764858340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1224220620764858340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1224220620764858340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1224220620764858340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/daddy-god-grace.html' title='Daddy God grace'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RktUAYpC07I/AAAAAAAAAbs/amzOgLUACNI/s72-c/US+aagain.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1776636525281744928</id><published>2007-05-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:03:31.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articure-Artpro machines..'/><title type='text'>Articure-Artpro machines..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCiHDz4rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j0cLGlKujco/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089459779429042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCiHDz4rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j0cLGlKujco/s320/Picture+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I did finished a 3 days job.It's nail art stuff,and it's Totally cool! If elizabeth sees this,she'll be like...WAH!! Tell you man.It's damn nice..LOL..time past very swiftly and it was good communication with the customers as well.Though it's free,it's FUN fun FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;This shop is located in Square2,Novena station.A very small shop though and actually gives really cheap lasting prints. Ten fingers only 20 bucks.No proper manicure BUT..basic shaping and trimming are provided.Over 100 designs to choose from and the base colour are awesome.So go on.Girls..Go try it. The shop is beside 18 karrats,pinkish stall and the name is Articure. COOL..try it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good points:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Over 100 designs too select from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Cheap! 20 bucks only..For similar picture.Different designs for all are 30 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-You can also put your OWN FACE on your NAILS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Nails too small? well It's OK..the machine can adjust your nails to fit RIGHT to your small nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Printed designs can last longer than normal Manual arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-2 weeks lasting for people who does housework whereas 1 week or less for household maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-It's faster to do than manual arts. Each finger will take about 15-20 secs to be done with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Whole process will take about 30 mins to 45 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Some examples.Though not very clear but try it yourself.20 bucks ONLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCgXDz4nI/AAAAAAAAAac/8LSkAkAOH5M/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089429714657906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCgXDz4nI/AAAAAAAAAac/8LSkAkAOH5M/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCgnDz4oI/AAAAAAAAAak/jUklnz4iWQs/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089434009625218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCgnDz4oI/AAAAAAAAAak/jUklnz4iWQs/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCg3Dz4pI/AAAAAAAAAas/8XcFP81wDYs/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089438304592530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCg3Dz4pI/AAAAAAAAAas/8XcFP81wDYs/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt; All the staffs whom were recruited.Fun working people to be with.and yes,as usual.I'm the youngest and i'm PROUD to be.Wheee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCh3Dz4qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/gi3pxkIYoWA/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064089455484461730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCh3Dz4qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/gi3pxkIYoWA/s320/Picture+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;And also.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Especially to my mummy of course!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1776636525281744928?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1776636525281744928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1776636525281744928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1776636525281744928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1776636525281744928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/articure-artpro-machines.html' title='Articure-Artpro machines..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RkdCiHDz4rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j0cLGlKujco/s72-c/Picture+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-3603436000847114348</id><published>2007-05-08T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:01:13.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic'/><title type='text'>Artistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Artistic Pictures by Sarah Jane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DHDz4hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0dDvJtCzC2M/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061895401506071058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DHDz4hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0dDvJtCzC2M/s320/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DXDz4iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RZHFBydLwyI/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061895405801038370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DXDz4iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RZHFBydLwyI/s320/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yznDz4eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uQxRnaXQWaI/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061890737171587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yznDz4eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uQxRnaXQWaI/s320/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yz3Dz4fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9IY6MvtY4Pk/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061890741466554866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yz3Dz4fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9IY6MvtY4Pk/s320/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yz3Dz4gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TfVpDvCRSZs/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061890741466554882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj9yz3Dz4gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TfVpDvCRSZs/s320/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061895405801038386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DXDz4jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3_cU_GCPMA4/s320/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" /&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/8755675-3603436000847114348?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/3603436000847114348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=3603436000847114348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3603436000847114348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3603436000847114348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/artistic.html' title='Artistic'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rj93DHDz4hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0dDvJtCzC2M/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-3340544260447495136</id><published>2007-05-08T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:26:49.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libra for 8th may'/><title type='text'>Libra for 8th may</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra (Sep 23 - Oct 22)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your attitude about life is about to get rosier, thanks to a big dose of romance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your 'ho-hum' attitude is about to turn into a 'hooray!' attitude, thanks to a big dose of romance that's coming your way. The likeliest suspect is a certain overly friendly person who has been flattering you nonstop, but there are many potential new romantic partners in your world right now&lt;em&gt; (be aware, however, that not all of them are as available as they appear to be)&lt;/em&gt;. Unexpected invitations and mysterious acts of generosity add intrigue to your life -- do you have a secret admirer?&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/8755675-3340544260447495136?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/3340544260447495136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=3340544260447495136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3340544260447495136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/3340544260447495136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/libra-for-8th-may.html' title='Libra for 8th may'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4828554551594676736</id><published>2007-05-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:09:56.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Special thing and MRT Incident...scary..'/><title type='text'>The Special thing and MRT Incident...scary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Had choir practice yesterday and it ended quite late cause "Mommy wendy" was sharing some,facts about Pator Prince loving his server that he wants no danger to lurke around them hence teaching us on how to take pre-cautionary measures towards a certain stuff.Especially to save that "special thing " for after marriage.In fact, i didn't think that,the special thing was something till I understand the true beautiful meaning of doing it after marriage. (which i totally agree with.) Where it actually becomes one true covenant .A valuable "box" that both open together new and fresh with the one you really love.Beautiful isn't it..I believe it is.. The "special thing" must never be the something which keeps my relationship going,whereas having a mutual relation is so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; But of course,to those whom have actually done it. Do not be condemnned,for we do not need to bear any condemnation because he died to redeem us all.Just repent on it,and not do it anymore.If you're the horny kind and know that you cannot live without it,pray that you have the strength to overcome it. And yes! because he is faithful,he will control it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos7HDz4aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OLEIY4ttx-U/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060406525323108770" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos7HDz4aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OLEIY4ttx-U/s200/DSC01486.JPG" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You'll automatically not feel the urge of having it..Seriously! thats how marvellous daddy god is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shucks! this is just toooooo beautiful,i cannot help but to keep reading and reading and reading about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;While waiting for choir to commence,Lirong,Lynn and Jane took some photos.With the Mosiac effect in samsung's phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjoy3nDz4cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dklP0bbkr-o/s1600-h/SP_A0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060413062263333314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjoy3nDz4cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dklP0bbkr-o/s320/SP_A0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjoy3nDz4dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dsk1vNqR4tE/s1600-h/SP_A0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060413062263333330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjoy3nDz4dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dsk1vNqR4tE/s320/SP_A0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway,when mummy and me are reaching home.. Something happened in admiraltly station,a guy who is seen sleeping (by me ) suddenly fell aside (right side)on the seat to a lady,She was so shocked that she jumped out of the seat,allowing him to have the empty seats to lie onto.He opened his eyes (in a very weak motion),tried to elbow himself up from the seat.and no body bother helping him to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(neither did i,cause i was too far and i'm scared of his chest tattoo..who knows he keeps a barang in his bag?and out of his drunkard mind he'll slashed me to death causing it to HIT headline in newspaper about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Drunkard man &lt;strong&gt;kissing&lt;/strong&gt; MRT ground and Slashing &lt;strong&gt;Cute&lt;/strong&gt; girl,18 to death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos63Dz4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DwQHhxB_TbE/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos7HDz4bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2R9pSNTpaD8/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060406525323108786" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos7HDz4bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2R9pSNTpaD8/s200/DSC01487.JPG" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Newspaper reported that... .. :"&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;she just wanted to help him up,but got slashed! How could he do that? What a Fr**king Asshole he is..WHY????How could such a wonderful girl go like that?..&lt;/span&gt; ) Something like that lah,but OF COURSE i'm just kidding (*Jok,Jok only nia...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos63Dz4YI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PM8vJTN0sMk/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060406521028141442" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" height="68" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos63Dz4YI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PM8vJTN0sMk/s200/DSC01471.JPG" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I told my mum he must be SUPER tired but she assume not.She said he's drunk! but i still insist he's just SUPER tired,cause his face is not red..(never mind that!) when he manage to get himself back to sitting position,a moment later,he seem to be trying to control his movement but still slide a lil' to the man beside him (left side).The guy gave that "OMG" look but phew away when the mum-assume-drunk-man got back to his place again.The third time was WORST,almost reaching marsiling station (my station) the left side guy stood up and then the "drunkard" fella fell straight down onto the empty seats!( as if the man know that it's left empty specially for him) everyone (not much also lah) on the train stared at him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;NEXT MOMENT&lt;/strong&gt;, *&lt;strong&gt;BONG&lt;/strong&gt;* he fell to the ground..He "kissed" the ground and then adjusted himself to it.My goodness! very scary you know..He just fell like no body's business lah.It was funny to me though,so of course i "silent mode-ly" took some pictures of him. (i act as though i'm fondling around with my precious phone) BUT i'm not.My mum suspected me doing something but she just don't know what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well,overall.Another lady beside him (right beside the left side guy who left) went down the station with us.and on the way out,reported to the train officer about a drunkard man.And i overheard her saying to ask them to handle him in the following station (Kranji). Haa..Still very funny lah.LOL. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lady beside him..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401706369802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjooinDz4TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PweWjT3_hY8/s320/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjooinDz4UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/sKJJtkXyGX8/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401706369802562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjooinDz4UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/sKJJtkXyGX8/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;getting ready... 1..2...3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjooi3Dz4VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5VTcDnkVCUI/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401710664769874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjooi3Dz4VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5VTcDnkVCUI/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bong!Loud thud!! He kissed the ground first k,then adjusted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjooi3Dz4WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hy_cdJ7VHww/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401710664769890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjooi3Dz4WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hy_cdJ7VHww/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Told you he adjusted AGAIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjoojHDz4XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kh3WE-4-I48/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401714959737202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjoojHDz4XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kh3WE-4-I48/s320/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Haha.Well,thats all..Went to 7-11 and bought Chicken pao! *hungry* Saw wen sheng and another primary school friend of mine there.they just finished school.(very late alrdy you know,about 11 plus going 12 i think..) Ok..Turning in now..Nights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4828554551594676736?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4828554551594676736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4828554551594676736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4828554551594676736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4828554551594676736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/special-thing-and-mrt-incidentscary.html' title='The Special thing and MRT Incident...scary..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rjos7HDz4aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OLEIY4ttx-U/s72-c/DSC01486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7007915713945526009</id><published>2007-05-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:38:13.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kampong Days officially CLOSED'/><title type='text'>Kampong days officially CLOSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kampong days Gone for sure.Sigh! It's sad you know..to actually be the one clearing and packing.I'll miss my friends there and the design of the place,some food especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kampong settings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059676286393508066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUxnDz4OI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DyAWxjsrwjU/s200/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUx3Dz4PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sSC2Ynxu1Gw/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059676290688475378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUx3Dz4PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sSC2Ynxu1Gw/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUx3Dz4QI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-Rmf-Zz76U8/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059676290688475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUx3Dz4QI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-Rmf-Zz76U8/s200/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUyHDz4RI/AAAAAAAAAXs/w9SLrjl8Q-k/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059676294983442706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUyHDz4RI/AAAAAAAAAXs/w9SLrjl8Q-k/s200/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUyHDz4SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qyHN7z4TNBg/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059676294983442722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUyHDz4SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qyHN7z4TNBg/s200/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah &amp; Wong pa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4JI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MAheJ2NHbzY/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675204061749394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4JI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MAheJ2NHbzY/s200/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boon peng,Queenie and xiao hui jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8pEuaJbmfVs/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675204061749410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8pEuaJbmfVs/s200/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff and Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CXOrQN29rdQ/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675204061749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTynDz4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CXOrQN29rdQ/s200/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon and Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTy3Dz4MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ua64yh_ZFm0/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675208356716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTy3Dz4MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ua64yh_ZFm0/s200/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah &amp; Ling Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTy3Dz4NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iNKMb8buvs8/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675208356716754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTy3Dz4NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iNKMb8buvs8/s200/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTL3Dz4EI/AAAAAAAAAWE/38fwqgHUFsE/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059674538341818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTL3Dz4EI/AAAAAAAAAWE/38fwqgHUFsE/s200/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kitchen stuff cleared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTL3Dz4FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ofXublB56WU/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059674538341818450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTL3Dz4FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ofXublB56WU/s200/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DGmkMRaDfcM/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059674542636785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DGmkMRaDfcM/s200/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coconut tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Nx9i4oxaGSY/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059674542636785778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Nx9i4oxaGSY/s200/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4II/AAAAAAAAAWk/HafpqpZIg7E/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059674542636785794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeTMHDz4II/AAAAAAAAAWk/HafpqpZIg7E/s200/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mixed feeling i have today.Suddenly the thought of being a lesbian struck to me,and i DON'T KNOW why.Feels weird though but yet,seems Fun. There's some verbal-facts about lesbian (girls) being more understanding and caring.Which i think ,DUH..cause they're girls themselves in the first place.Yet,it turned me off,having to kiss the lips which feels the same like mine ( in general) and also the tongue that wriggles around mine will feel the same,soft and small.What am i thinking.?? And also,if we're gonna have sex..How are we gonna enjoy it? toys? Oh please..i want something real.LOL.. WEIRD WEIRD,it just feels weird.But wouldn't it be cool to just give it a shot..*faints* bah..i'm straight i'm straight..But i'm curious! superly curious about all that i've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;it's nice playing with words,and i want to grasp it all.Time will bring me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7007915713945526009?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7007915713945526009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7007915713945526009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7007915713945526009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7007915713945526009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/05/kampong-days-officially-closed.html' title='Kampong days officially CLOSED'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RjeUxnDz4OI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DyAWxjsrwjU/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1008869053089722256</id><published>2007-04-30T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:41:29.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Many incident in a day man..'/><title type='text'>Many incident in a day man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously,i type a whole long essay before writing this entry and i accidentaly close the whole window.Fed Up!! So though i'm gonna write another one something like the previous but I'm not going to elaborate it.Cause it's too long.Let me summarised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morning i had breakfast and a meeting with Ain and Ze ming and Shimah.And oh saw an old friend there..Kahfa..Singapore is really small.And oh by the way,i'm in Eunos you know..In the afternoon I had to leave earlier to collect my pay in Ritz.So when i reached CityHall,i took the free shuttle bus to marina square.*lazy to walk lah,imagine on super thin heels which are shakable.* The account lady don't want to give me the money,cause deadline is 3 working days.But i overdued it by 2 weeks..! Got into a lil' commotion.Then i had to leave for Kampong work at 6.But i was late by half an hour,cause of the commotion from the account lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously..She's very rude you know,i spoke to her nicely she put the money on my hand already then she checked the date,15th April.Straight away asked me to give her back the money.I wanted to RUN with the money but aiya,consequences will be very big~! and just for that pathetic 36 bucks? that i m1ight even be BANNED from banquet.Who knows?they might spread my name to other hotels!who knows if they know my record,Hotels wouldn't even have second thought of hiring "a girl who ran with 36 bucks!". WHO KNOWS MAN!!!!! Wah super scary..how could I,Sarah Jane leave such legacy behind when i want something better.Woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway..Back to the shuttle bus incident.Shortly after i sat quietly on the bus,a china looking girl sat beside me and ask me, showing me her handphone which type :Marina Square #03-243.I said Yes..this bus Does go there..A while later,while waiting for the bus to go ar..my skill of talk-to-strangers stormed into me.I continued speaking to her,asking question like.."how long have you been in singapore?" "Do you know how to speak english?" "Why are you going there?" "Is it difficult studying in singapore?" LOL..i DID that! in fact MORE. Well..She said she's looking for a job while studying in Singapore Poly.So i gave her my number and told her of the banquet job i have in hand.It's flexible and good $$. When we arrive, since it's her first time there, I (though not knowing MS that familiar) just followed her to find the place.Damn! it's difficult to find ok.keep turning around.LOL then we went to the directory, they put the map SO HIGH..both of us cannot see!!! Never mind.Just try my luck.We managed to find the place.lol..Lucky i'm there,if not she'll be SUPER lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well,another lady lost her way while looking for Ritz Carlton main entrance.How cool is that.two in a day.LOL. I left for work then....Super late already! anyway.shall Stop here first.I need to chao* to work first.Tonight tell you more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1008869053089722256?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1008869053089722256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1008869053089722256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1008869053089722256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1008869053089722256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/many-incident-in-day-man.html' title='Many incident in a day man..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6761493929991324317</id><published>2007-04-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:32:41.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Bus..'/><title type='text'>Wrong bus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm drunk! in my mind at least! I think it's because of the weather that i'm feeling the uneasiness in my head..Very dizzy and giddy..&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; loiter outside so often if it's going to rain.Cause the weather are &lt;strong&gt;CRAZy&lt;/strong&gt;! if it's hot,it'll be soooo hot,when it's raining,the heat from the ground rises.And those,when consummed can be very unhealthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;It's Melissa's birthday today! 25th April. Li rong's one was last few weeks and Lynn's one is coming..the 28th April. Three of them April babies.Mummy Wendy prayed for April babies just now in choir.Yupps and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;this year will be the year father lord will blessed them exeedingly above all the riches that he have.That they'll have great health and prosper in every way they're called to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.April babies..Happy Birthday!! Mine's coming too! September! LOL..(ahem,remember hor!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I did something dumb today.Mummy and I were supposed to be going to woodlands centre to play pool.I told her:"856 and 950 can take to centre you know?" she asked me back,you sure anot? of course i've convinced her cause i &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; see bus 950 in that stop .and also the bus 950 came just in time.I asked her,sure ok..and we boarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were squeezing in the bus,but it's alright.i'm there,so it's considered &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.Suddenly she told me:" Nak?(child) are you sure this is the right way?" i told her pridefully :" Of course lah,never mind going by this way,sure go out to the singapore road one!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A secondary school girl was giggling,i thought it was cause of the way i sounded that she giggled.But i was Sooo Wrong! The bus continued journying into Malaysia checkpoint and both of us were shocked! i've never been in here before. I wondered for awhile then ask the girl..:"excuse me,is this bus going to stop here,must we go down..?" The girl told us that this bus will continue IN to malaysia and i was like &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE&lt;/strong&gt;!! sure anot?? everyone left the bus and now my mum and I don't know what to do.so we asked the bus driver for advice.He told us to go up and find a cisco policeman upstair and to ask him what's next.So we did,and yes,he copied our IC and guided us.Damn! for a moment we thought we're done! But it's fine..We managed to make our way back to &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; singapore and continued playing pool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A Picture to remember we were lost.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057433037859708978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri-cjXDz4DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LHoa2Bx4p04/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I saw an old primary school friend of mine in the pool place.Was shocked cause it was him that i wonder ,is he still alive? did he make it out of gangsta's life?But it don't seem like,In a way that i think.I told my mum to hold on to go over and say Hi. I did but he just looked at me like i'm some kind of *pretty alien-is.I was kind enough to say Hi to him,he replied :" Uh .." i asked :"how are you?" he replied :" Uh.." something like.."Ya..." thats all you &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;! What the..i still remember his name lah.. (Goh Wee Huat) my ex-classmate ok.Nothing much changed.just taller abit. At least god answered my prayer.He allowed me to see my three primary school Guy friends. Ben Ho,James Lek and Wee Huat. Nothing of them Changed..LOL..Only Ben Ho,he became thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway.My day ended the same way most of the night.Chat on phone and poof to bed.Alright.Since i'm done with today's entry.I'll just sleep early tonight.Dwell into my hiding place....Nights people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry ar..side track abit first.this picture was supposed to be done long time ago.But i only got it done now.LOL..Cool eh.Different designed symbolises different us.! Oh yeah!! ..Very cool i think.We made it a point to wear if every wednesday,for Choir practice. Melissa,Lynn,Li rong and Sarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057432767276769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri-cTnDz4CI/AAAAAAAAAV0/EvxBC9HbUoE/s400/Princesses.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I seriously need to turn in now.Cannot take it.My head is spinning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6761493929991324317?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6761493929991324317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6761493929991324317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6761493929991324317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6761493929991324317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/wrong-bus.html' title='Wrong bus..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri-cjXDz4DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LHoa2Bx4p04/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5095658342270282766</id><published>2007-04-24T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:50:22.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kampong and Lynn'/><title type='text'>Kampong and Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I miss all my friends! But i'm glad there such modern communication programme of MSN. I just hope they'll know i miss them not by, needing me to be there but by my heart that they'll feel my presence! Kim,it applies to you too K! Just know that! I have both you and Ting OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can this be love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m feelin’ right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know for certain I’m feelin’ right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don’t recall ever feeling this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me what does one say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The one who makes me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's lyrics lah! think what! So good ar..write till so pure.Haha..Sang by Sarah Geronimo. A song thats very pure in feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Well.Seriously,i miss kissing you know.I mean on a SERIOUS note, it's been so long since i've had my last kiss.(like one month plus ago..) hee..Long right?Can somebody (girls or guys) just do it to me..LOL.............*feeling warm now....* Just kidding..I can resist all temptations. Damn..i seriously think i'm crazy already lah.Nothing to write leh......it's always like this.When i start writing and feel as though i have many things to talk about,i ended up having a short entry,but when i start with nothing to write about.It'll be another long entry with many Lo-so -nes...Whatever.! =) i'm happy and i know you all are too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lynn and Jane! Hanging with her more often.She's like forever free one man! Crazy Wacko to be with.Also,the pictures nice right? LOL..Thats call... God's divine creation.In every unique way we're created.We're just too gorgeous lah...Seriously can't help it! Ask daddy god for it lah..He gave it to us one...bleah...I'm looking forward to put another gorgeous friend here..Kim yen..are you joining me yet??LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057065500647253666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri5OR4P2ZqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MjAGPTJxV28/s400/lynn+and+jane.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Kampong Days people.Except for one.The white spec guy,He's a Soup Restaurant betrayer.Coming to join the MORE exciting group rather than staying with his people in his place..They're good people K.they won't bully neither take advantage..Cool eh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057065500647253682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri5OR4P2ZrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2GnM_uqYUW8/s400/kampong.BMP" border="0" /&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/8755675-5095658342270282766?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5095658342270282766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5095658342270282766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5095658342270282766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5095658342270282766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/kampong-and-lynn.html' title='Kampong and Lynn'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Ri5OR4P2ZqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MjAGPTJxV28/s72-c/lynn+and+jane.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7675462503589880549</id><published>2007-04-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:05:31.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too overwhelming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His love is too great'/><title type='text'>His love is too great,too overwhelming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have a guy friend,who actually thinks that there'll be no girl,dumb-ly willing to wait for him and to walk through this life with him,especially with the route he's planning to walk.Dumb guy right? All girls seems to have &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; nature in them (unless the guy really slash her of her feelings) .Even if there is,he claims,he wouldn't want a girl to do that for him too.It'll be very selfish! But like What the! Even if you don't want them to do it for you,she'll do it to others,might as well save it for yourself right?So that you won't miss out the &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; things in life man! Too long to elaborate and i'm very lazy too ..Aiya..Damn negative one! &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; i'll be that Angel to actually bring light to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;him..heee. Try me hunny!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Actually i wrote that cause i have nothing to talk about too! LOL..If not ah,i won't bring him into this entry! Lol,save the best for last mah..so i can shoot shoot shoot him! whahah..*evil grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, to add on to that.I'm like the opposite lah! I know myself that i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this world and not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this world,for he have sanctified us.He had made me the special,holy,uncommon one.He had set me apart from all the other people in this world thats why i'm different.I wouldn't loose out any good things in life.And i &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; it! And also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EFFORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KILLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Wouldn't anybody like to just &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt; in the work that was already &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt; for us.Just believe he already had different goals and giftings in every individual .Striving so much with our effort will drain us out!Striving towards something that you "don't know what would happen in-the-future" when if you just simply believe in him,the Good future will be There already.Awaiting for us.He will lead us into the purpose (destiny call).Daddy god will make it happen for me!! *&lt;em&gt;bleah&lt;/em&gt;* tongues OUT!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Wherever i am,daddy god wants to make me special.He has uncommon Destiny for us all.He wants his glory to be shown in us.In lil' places,daddy god wants to pour his glory on us so when we reign in life,we will point back to Him and say "it's HIS glory!" So &lt;strong&gt;stop analysing&lt;/strong&gt; his love for us.He's so good that his favour will be surrounding everyone around a believer.It will &lt;strong&gt;Flow&lt;/strong&gt;,and &lt;strong&gt;Overflow&lt;/strong&gt; in the lives of others.Isn't it so amazing to know such love actually do Exist? Not like &lt;em&gt;ordinary&lt;/em&gt; love which could be Broken anytime you want it,or love which breaks your heart when you know the truth behind lies or even tearing your life apart when you found out another party.Thats Human-ly &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;.. But His &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remains! He will never try hurting you,instead,he's renewing his love for you.Filling your heart with the everlasting love.The more i'm saying it.The more i'm feeling it fill me up! Those are living words! I'm seriously SOO drowning into him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;His glory and grace are overwhelming me! ARGH! *Shiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Talk so much!But who cares? The reason why i'm saying all this is cause,i wanna tell you how EASY it is! to not worry so much and cast all things to daddy! woohooo! and let not your heart be troubled........ tell me.. Difficult OR NOT!!! Wack you sia if you say it's difficult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Song: Jesus you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Jesus you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; have&lt;/strong&gt; in you &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; that i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Jesus you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;You're my shepard in you i live! &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/8755675-7675462503589880549?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7675462503589880549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7675462503589880549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7675462503589880549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7675462503589880549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/his-love-is-too-greattoo-overwhelming.html' title='His love is too great,too overwhelming'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-6173847769709915108</id><published>2007-04-22T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:22:05.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My easy life'/><title type='text'>My easy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Sorry! I've really not been Updating,well i know you all miss me already lah! *shy* Alright,where am i? Ok..My friend Daniel says that my english is very bad!! ARGH! Finally it's considered bad to someone.Woohoo!I'll learn from him then.From NTU mah,you know..N.T.U ..LOL crazy guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Made rather many new friends though,some seems fine,but some's really... (Shall not elaborate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok,Back to wherever it should be.I've been Working again,like often now-s-adays cause Kampong Days is closing soon.Can you all like go Support them and Eat there for Lunch or Dinner.Cause i seriously think the food's there Not very bad,just that it's not really Known! The &lt;strong&gt;MUST TRY&lt;/strong&gt; dishes are, &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cereal Sotong/Prawn($10.50/$16.50),Homemade and Hotplate Tofu ($8.50),Chilli and Black Pepper Crab ($18),Fish Head Curry($25.50).&lt;/span&gt;The Fried Rice are Good too!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've some pictures to share though.Just some Randomly Picked pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Venture Era People! House of Red.They're the people whom bring the life out of boring working job.So...Lets see how far i can actually go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKYP2ZYI/AAAAAAAAATM/4PaICrZnqIs/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946068961158530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKYP2ZYI/AAAAAAAAATM/4PaICrZnqIs/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Red girls and One.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKYP2ZZI/AAAAAAAAATU/12Rgy2y7wsA/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946068961158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKYP2ZZI/AAAAAAAAATU/12Rgy2y7wsA/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hot Red Guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKoP2ZbI/AAAAAAAAATk/GMID6HnHnmo/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946073256125874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKoP2ZbI/AAAAAAAAATk/GMID6HnHnmo/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,we've decided on a day to have Lunch together.Lynn's So Want to go Seoul Garden so Ok,there we are.Wearing Stripes as the dress code.Taking pictures,as usual,cause i'm actually THERE..Or else No one will.Thats Li Rong Aka Beloved and Melissa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946073256125858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKoP2ZaI/AAAAAAAAATc/4NuUHyCZN2M/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Jane and Lynn.stupid face! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946077551093186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUK4P2ZcI/AAAAAAAAATs/AjgQqpxHjEM/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Lynn wanted to crack eggs into the hot plate but too BAD! her poor skill in that cause the whole egg to spread.aiya..Poor matt,what a future wife to be. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUt4P2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GgBNmsXJGaA/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946678846514642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUt4P2ZdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GgBNmsXJGaA/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; See!this one taken once it's cracked,it became worst after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUt4P2ZeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ahzA1puHYfM/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946678846514658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUt4P2ZeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ahzA1puHYfM/s320/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A candid shot which shows how Kan Jiong they are.LOL.Li Rong:" Sarah,why never tell me first.Not nice lah!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuIP2ZfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ism-MhgYmck/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946683141481970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuIP2ZfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ism-MhgYmck/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; First Group photo.I stopped the staff to ask to take picture for us.When i called him,he thought i wanted HIS picture.. *roll eyes* but he's quite Macho and cute too! In Taka's Seoul Garden.See the two girls beside us..They look down!!! Argh! So shy for what,i think i'll pose too if anybody's cam almost on me. I didn't realised the two girls until my friend Jay* tells me so. Jay*'s another good guy that so far i've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuIP2ZgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/f2FTRH6UbNQ/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946683141481986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuIP2ZgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/f2FTRH6UbNQ/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuYP2ZhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h6-SkuMl1v8/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055946687436449298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUuYP2ZhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h6-SkuMl1v8/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SUPPOSED to be Angry face..but look at Mel.. WHAT IS SHE DOING?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVRoP2ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/icKki-EPyfc/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947293026838050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVRoP2ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/icKki-EPyfc/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four of us bought the same kind of necklace but Different design.To choose the one that we like the most which also must represent us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVRoP2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/khNUd8YPjRE/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947293026838066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVRoP2ZjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/khNUd8YPjRE/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parting pic.See you girls in choir practice soon! Remember to wear the necklace every Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055952580131579538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipaFYP2ZpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/f1MJwTNoECQ/s320/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVR4P2ZlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sbMHWOpvDnU/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947297321805394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipVR4P2ZlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sbMHWOpvDnU/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Dick-head Brother!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipWQIP2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yyWHDxSvjdA/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055948366768662114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipWQIP2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yyWHDxSvjdA/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipWQYP2ZnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ARBbX7A0k-Y/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipWQYP2ZoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pHXJVSQOL74/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-6173847769709915108?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/6173847769709915108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=6173847769709915108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6173847769709915108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/6173847769709915108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-easy-life.html' title='My easy life'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RipUKYP2ZYI/AAAAAAAAATM/4PaICrZnqIs/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7451238311928241752</id><published>2007-04-15T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:44:41.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really wanna blog now.Really lazy.But i'll update with lots of pictures..........Just wait for me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7451238311928241752?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7451238311928241752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7451238311928241752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7451238311928241752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7451238311928241752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4335559437308747717</id><published>2007-04-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:36:18.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A liar her'/><title type='text'>A Liar her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A Liar who wants NOT to be a liar.Will she be able to make it? She hated to lie,but she had to.To succeed in getting what she really wants.She wants the chance to roam free without any hassle or even to report.I know she didn't mean to hurt her loved ones thats why she lied her way through to not let them know or to worry.To let them feel that she's still the girl who have changed for the better.I know she had changed cause she feels much more guilty now than before,when she didn't even bother to want to think to want to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Her parent are deeply hurt,but she's hurt even more.Especially when they condemned her being a true liar who will never change.She cried and they said stop those tears,why even shed them when she's planned them to happen.To cause grieveous pain to be in them,to see everyone breaking down crying not their hearts out but those blood flowing in their stream.That was the extreame already,how far did she want to see her family go down.She really didn't do it purpose,but none of them believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Screaming on the top of their voice that could be heard by neighbours but yet whom didn't bother much.The liar just cried ,releasing all her sorrows into the white soft paper-like substance.The white paper were accumulated,but not because she's happy all this are happening instead,pondering on why even starting all those nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She told me she promised herself not to lie again.Not to be a liar anymore.She didn't want to spoil the happy family that she imagined it to be.She know it'll be a perfect one.She know it would be More perfect without her around,but there'll be lesser jokes,lesser fun,lesser laughter.She wants to bring the best out of everything she's gonna do. She did not condemn herself though she's being condemn.She knows she's different,and she'll prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4335559437308747717?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4335559437308747717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4335559437308747717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4335559437308747717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4335559437308747717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/liar-her.html' title='A Liar her'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-9059947095173007131</id><published>2007-04-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:37:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident in Woodlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Switched on TV, SJ Channel News Leisure*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A report on an accident today,2nd April 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Bus &lt;strong&gt;collided&lt;/strong&gt; onto each other resulting in a blockage of road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;It happened around 4:40-5 pm when 3 bus collided onto each other.Along the woodlands Ave 3 main road.The accident which involved a Private Bus and 2 SMRT bus.It was obviously thinkable that it was the private bus that banged the 960 bus first then came behind another bus 75 that banged onto the private bus.Both front and back was hit and crushed very badly onto the private bus.Pictures will be shown later below on the damaged done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Commotions getting bigger and Reporters,photographer,traffic police all hanged around there.The road is blocked too.Cars are Jammed! Many passers-by were standing around viewing the accident.Just shows how Kpo singaporeans are,especially when there's a &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;life experience encountered by one of our reporter,Sarah Jane.Experience of how KPO and Kiasu singaporean is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048893187585713954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmprvpyI/AAAAAAAAARE/XI2L1WZ4Y6c/s320/100_0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895038716618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHSZrvp4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z6I_9Cl9clo/s320/100_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SarahJane:" Reporting Live, here in my house.The moment my mum got a call from my bro about the incident on the road, immediately i took my camera and wore my Slippers and ZOOM~ ran out to the carkpark and past it to the scene with mum too!!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Now..Get the picture? of THAT particular Species?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Well..Crashed pictures now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Private Bus crashed onto Traffic post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIcZrvp9I/AAAAAAAAASc/0u3mpQ1Ah1A/s1600-h/100_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896310026938322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIcZrvp9I/AAAAAAAAASc/0u3mpQ1Ah1A/s320/100_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Front Bus,960.Only backside injured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895051601520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHTJrvp7I/AAAAAAAAASM/u1mOrmAABgI/s320/100_0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 4-D?The aunties are talking about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But only 3 numbers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIcprvp-I/AAAAAAAAASk/P5WBfk1-4Fo/s1600-h/100_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896314321905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIcprvp-I/AAAAAAAAASk/P5WBfk1-4Fo/s320/100_0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Smashed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIc5rvp_I/AAAAAAAAASs/bOp-DNl4k1c/s1600-h/100_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIdprvqAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7MLRKrjIIJw/s1600-h/100_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896331501774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFIdprvqAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7MLRKrjIIJw/s320/100_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 3rd bus.Banged onto the back of private bus and Turned away,hit the traffic post next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFId5rvqBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FAovPsresvc/s1600-h/100_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896335796742162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFId5rvqBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FAovPsresvc/s320/100_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A little commotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHSprvp5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/uHRxt3AkE-g/s1600-h/100_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895043011585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHSprvp5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/uHRxt3AkE-g/s320/100_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How badly it was Hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHS5rvp6I/AAAAAAAAASE/KPefdu0Rfkk/s1600-h/100_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895047306553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHS5rvp6I/AAAAAAAAASE/KPefdu0Rfkk/s320/100_0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glasses Shattered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHTZrvp8I/AAAAAAAAASU/cyvTZE70YXg/s1600-h/100_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895055896487874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFHTZrvp8I/AAAAAAAAASU/cyvTZE70YXg/s320/100_0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Look at the blockage it'd caused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048893170405844706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFlprvpuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bEANKA1aIrg/s320/100_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFl5rvpvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fY1bnUt2PDY/s1600-h/100_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmJrvpwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x1jCNJ8RCkg/s1600-h/100_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048893178995779330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmJrvpwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x1jCNJ8RCkg/s320/100_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmZrvpxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D4uR4aHqAcM/s1600-h/100_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048893183290746642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmZrvpxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D4uR4aHqAcM/s320/100_0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;My brother nearly took the first Bus,960.God's &lt;em&gt;grace&lt;/em&gt; upon him that something lured him away from taking that bus&lt;em&gt;...(his friends&lt;/em&gt;) Thankfully not much of injuries are inflicted .Only the drivers got it.Heard that they were sent to the hospital.Alright.Nothing much for today's news.Tuned in to SJ Channel News Leisure,Anytime when you're free! See ya guys.Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Switch of TV*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-9059947095173007131?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/9059947095173007131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=9059947095173007131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/9059947095173007131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/9059947095173007131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/accident-in-woodlands.html' title='Accident in Woodlands'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RhFFmprvpyI/AAAAAAAAARE/XI2L1WZ4Y6c/s72-c/100_0505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4470985359479746248</id><published>2007-04-02T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T02:22:29.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok.i've got some photo's which i took with the guys when we went to K box.I've been hanging with my basketball-cum-working buddies nowadays. So recently instead of just going to play basketball,Tiong Hui suggested going to Kbox.We went for K-lunch time and It's Cheap! 12 bucks per peeps.5 of us.As much as i dislike people thinking i'm a flirt or whatever,i still went out with them,4 guys and 1 &lt;em&gt;princess&lt;/em&gt;...weets! It was a super last minute thingy,so i did not call any girls,they're either not free,working OR too late.Still i think i'm the joy amongst the torns.So i've tried to made them move..oooh....couldn't sing much of oldies cause i believe they know nuts about it.I'm not shy with them,in fact i still &lt;strong&gt;DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;.Which in reality girls would shun themselves away,and avoid any embarrasment.i mean,for myself&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;WHO CARES??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As long as i'm doing any dirty things with them,which i &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; i won't.I'm clean! Especially when i know they're my &lt;strong&gt;BUD's&lt;/strong&gt; only and nothing more.When i'm also bent on being single for as long as i can.Cause i'm not interested in anyone at all.woohooo!! Aiya talk so much,not as though it's true they're totally interested in me.&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;.funny funny~ think too much already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;But i'll consider about the fact again that i'll remain single for the longest time.LOL.Cause i know i won't.Anyway.......Pictures ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I told you before,i like group photo's.So,we took four!Lucky these guys did not hide,if not i'll be so super turn off Ok!! i'm the smallest again! wah~see the contrast! like 2 mountains on each side shielding the valley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I followed them putting a "3" then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I asked:"why do you all put "3" signage?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Cause they followed the Machi band thingy one. -_-'' right? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0h5rvpnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RYM4VdVMN_c/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048522570562774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0h5rvpnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RYM4VdVMN_c/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;This is a candid shot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0iJrvpoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0yHLC2DRzXc/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048522574857741954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0iJrvpoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0yHLC2DRzXc/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Cheeze guys! Tiong is super emo.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0iprvpqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YOh912zbQpE/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048522583447676578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0iprvpqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YOh912zbQpE/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Tommy!what are you doing?!?(candid shot again)Frazer seems to like it anyway.Bah,fine!Simon's just enjoying the entertainment. FOC Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0i5rvprI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PFmw_xBdbQE/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048522587742643890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0i5rvprI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PFmw_xBdbQE/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Without me in the picture,of course bored lah!! LOL..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_135rvpsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CBcbmndilfw/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048524048031524546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_135rvpsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CBcbmndilfw/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now when Tiong's singing,worst..all sleep! LOL..funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_135rvptI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7906ztqbvks/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048524048031524562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_135rvptI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7906ztqbvks/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Told you! with me in the picture,it's different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048522579152709266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0iZrvppI/AAAAAAAAAP8/s722WZvU-dg/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4470985359479746248?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4470985359479746248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4470985359479746248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4470985359479746248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4470985359479746248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/04/kbox.html' title='Kbox'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rg_0h5rvpnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RYM4VdVMN_c/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7817205801002756362</id><published>2007-03-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:51:14.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Ritz day'/><title type='text'>Easy Ritz day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It felt easy today.Why ar? i wonder..There were 3 events in the evening if i'm not wrong.The Cornet event,MTM furniture thingy and sinofeast conference.Ah..whatever that all are called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Complain: It was a moving around event so cocktail are to be a &lt;strong&gt;STANDING&lt;/strong&gt; one.And you know what &lt;strong&gt;STANDING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;COCK-TAIL&lt;/strong&gt; means? standing for 3-4 whole long hours with insufficient rest.Amazing right? 1/2 -1 hour of cocktail for normal events are crazy enough.What is 3-4 &lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;? It's &lt;em&gt;deadly&lt;/em&gt;!! your hand will soften,arms will ache,muscles &lt;strong&gt;TENSED&lt;/strong&gt; up! See that toughness? I've tried it before and i tell you, it is &lt;strong&gt;NOT FUNNY&lt;/strong&gt;!! You will cry when you can't lift up that silver tray with 2 High-ball glass.It's ultra tiring.I will Jump the highest building to escape it.Thats how &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SICKENING&lt;/strong&gt; it is...But................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not doing that today.I was appointed to be the so-call usher.To just guide the guest to the respective events they're attending.So it means,I'm &lt;strong&gt;RELAX&lt;/strong&gt;-ed. Unlike some people,have to serve cocktail.Whaha..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELIZABETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aka bunny is it~...are you reading this.and i do mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! whaha..i LOVED it when i can tease her.It's somewhere i find pleasure in..Sick? am i? no i'm not..in fact if i am,she's sicker..LOL..woohooo!! come and get me lil' girl.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLEAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(an entry written to irritate elizabeth tan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew Soh and Corinne's birthday! both same age! 17 years old.have a blessed year ahead yah.29 march is a special day for you peeps.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Corinne must be with her boyfriend enjoying the romance that both can share together.Unwrapping gifts of love.so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew got sabo-ed by Ritz carlton guys.They Sotchtaped him in red tape! thick one somemore.Hope he have a memorable birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alright. Shalom people.I love you guys.Approached me if you have any problem.Or call me to talk about it.i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be able to help you ok? Don't believe in my strength that i can help literally help but believe in him that he will give you an answer through me..alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7817205801002756362?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7817205801002756362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7817205801002756362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7817205801002756362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7817205801002756362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/easy-ritz-day.html' title='Easy Ritz day..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-2459443036837106653</id><published>2007-03-29T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:53:02.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball again'/><title type='text'>basketball again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Played Basketball in the morning 8:30 with Tommy,Tiong Hui and Simon.Tommy fetch me to 369 basketball court.It was quite quiet today though but fun.Cause we've played 4 games.random 2V2 game,the dual i'm in won 3 games! woohooo! Happy! But i'm seriously dehydrated.So i've got to drink water.I don't know how else am i drinking &lt;strong&gt;PLAIN&lt;/strong&gt; water if i don't run and sweat! Tommy fetched me back,when i wanna open the door,i saw the small purple keychain (which i've &lt;em&gt;totally forgotten&lt;/em&gt; about it,cause it's &lt;em&gt;so small&lt;/em&gt;.). I remembered those random gifts that i would shop for baby. But yups! no condemnation.A new Life ahead! Daddy god will bless me,and put the right one at the right time into my life..Yeah!!I trust in him!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgtJeJrvpfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZBQkeRJqhJ8/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgtJeZrvphI/AAAAAAAAAO8/scs-ARJzyK0/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047208594038040082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgtJeZrvphI/AAAAAAAAAO8/scs-ARJzyK0/s200/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm still surving! Wooohooo! Alive and kicking! &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/8755675-2459443036837106653?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/2459443036837106653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=2459443036837106653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2459443036837106653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/2459443036837106653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/basketball-again.html' title='basketball again!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgtJeZrvphI/AAAAAAAAAO8/scs-ARJzyK0/s72-c/DSC01053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5733944017751855555</id><published>2007-03-28T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:54:27.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you daddy for them'/><title type='text'>Thank you daddy for them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Daddy God indeed have put into my life many wonderful friends.In every aspect of my life,he placed the best ones around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondary Friend: &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;My all-time best friend..-Chua Kim Yen.No matter how others sees her as,even if i'm not able to help her much as a friend.Just as long as i appreciate her.Nothing else will matter.We'll advise each other stuffs and all.She's like my mountain to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Ting Ting also..she's my longest friend.for at &lt;strong&gt;LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; 10 years. Seen her change alot.From childish-ness to mature lady.She's also a kingdom friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;-Soke yee,she changed the most.But it's alright.No condemnation.She's also one of the best who treats me very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choir-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Princess Lynn, a friend whom i trust that daddy god placed her in my life for a very major reason,so as to be able to guide each other walk through life.A person i can really relate to and ask for heavenly's advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.-Beloved LiRong also-stupid face! but she's super nice.She's like an angel in disguised.really.just very HuH? with her..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.-Melissa too..another blurred princess.haha.Enjoyed their company during choir practice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Banquet- &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do i still need to say this? they've been in my previous few post. Let me announced..&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Elizabeth,Stacy,Yulianti,KimYeen,Corrine,Fiona&lt;/span&gt;. They're like, very &lt;strong&gt;CLICKY&lt;/strong&gt;.we just Click.Different people from all walks of life but yet able to comprehend each other..Thank you abba! for putting them with me.At least they're better than some others......alot better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've so many friends.But i can't name them all,if your names not here and you're not happy. and think:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" Stupid Sarah!!done so much for you yet my name's not there!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fret not! i apologised for that.If you cannot take it.Come find me.I'll make you known.really i wouldn't mind.In fact i want daddy god to make you permanent in my life.People whom can speak to me and improve me.Guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abba,i'm starting to go into your word.Let it flow through me,bring it out of me.Let me be of greater blessing to all this beloveds.Daddy as i begin to live each day ahead of me,the people i'm going to hang out with,Let them be filled with your love through me.And that you'll multiply each and everyone's crops! Let them be the top and not be the bottom.Put your favour in their eyes that they will see how great you are.And &lt;strong&gt;HOW MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; you've ministered in my life.That will be a testimony of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your word&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Thank you daddy god.For all that you've made right for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-5733944017751855555?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5733944017751855555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5733944017751855555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5733944017751855555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5733944017751855555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-daddy-for-them.html' title='Thank you daddy for them'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-5862830397809398206</id><published>2007-03-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:55:32.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentosa Trip with many photo&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Sentosa Trip with many photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Great! i've been enjoying every moment of my life,ever since that BIG breakup.Very hard to forget,but.. i know with my human strength i'm not able to do this,but with my daddy's* help..I CAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The sentosa trip was awesome! (except for the fact that i'm DARKER now,which i've been trying hard to refrain from)But i cannot accept the fact that i'm not gonna enjoy myself when i'm out THERE ..(who care's about SUN now eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I wore bikini for the FIRST time.oohh yeeeah..! i'm a bikini VIRGIN ,And i have to admit.i'm not FAT but i'm the chubbiest,fleshiest amongst those gorgeous Ritz girls.So please DON'T laugh at my tummy ok? i'm not ashamed,obviously not..But just..a lil' ..ahh never mind..chubbier peeps would be able understand that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;There were seven Princess there and all were in superb shapes except..AHEM......i would not put Up so much individual pictures,cause i seriously think group ones are nicer.And yes,it resembles our unity and all,so that it's fair to have equal number of faces inside,not just all me or whoever...ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i know if there's guys viewing these,they will compare the girls.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st Guy:" wah,this girl prettier,sexier."&lt;br /&gt;2nd guy:"no no,this one boobs bigger"&lt;br /&gt;3rd guy:"no leh,i think this one super chio,with "bagus" body sia.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4th guy:"ALL WRONG! all pretty and sexy,why compare?pervert!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;must be like guy number 4. See,he's more man! and also,we don't need comment on all this pics...so zoom off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're on the way there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-F0t8tI/AAAAAAAAALM/Evua8jY6Ohw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629695834944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-F0t8tI/AAAAAAAAALM/Evua8jY6Ohw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tourist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-F0t8uI/AAAAAAAAALU/tGimEABp9U4/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629695834944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-F0t8uI/AAAAAAAAALU/tGimEABp9U4/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Trying to get eveyone in..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-V0t8vI/AAAAAAAAALc/7Kc7ptEjANI/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629700129911538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-V0t8vI/AAAAAAAAALc/7Kc7ptEjANI/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The green Ladies..(what a coincidence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-V0t8wI/AAAAAAAAALk/4JdrAOeImOE/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629700129911554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-V0t8wI/AAAAAAAAALk/4JdrAOeImOE/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yulianti,Fiona(top) eliz,pauline (bottom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-l0t8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/dp9SwfBMTm0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629704424878866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-l0t8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/dp9SwfBMTm0/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yanti-pauline-fiona-stacy-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kF0t8yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p_xGttGvFMo/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046630348669973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kF0t8yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p_xGttGvFMo/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Elizabeth+corrine soon joined us again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046639522720117890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RglD6F0t9II/AAAAAAAAAOk/AjWjiaU0w-E/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;We had picnic first! Everyone brought food and snacks,drinks and chips..We were all starving and we gobbled up the food till we had our fill.Then we headed to the sea.I don't intend to even dip myself in it..But No choice..Fiona was in already..Stacy was there saying:" i don't want to go in,have flesh-eating bacteria.." Elizabeth ran so far away when we wanna catch her.But in the end..all still went in.Mostly kena sabo-ed..it was fun overall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Pauline made friends with some guys and they ended up coming to us and inviting us to have a game or two of volley wih them.I said yes on all's behalf after asking so many times and they can't decide still..Both teams never made beautiful shots of more than 7..what a loser..But it's alright..we've warned them that we don't know how to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm having blue-blacks now on the whole arm cause i'm also the one serving ball and giving first shot! After games with guys,we went to the restaurant by the sea-side and swam in the swimming pool.Since the guys are paying the drinks.We don't mind using the facilities.. We bathe and all.Getting late..going back ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tripod stand did the job..take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046638436093391986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RglC610t9HI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5ro49WAqFvw/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8m10t84I/AAAAAAAAAMk/24FDn3HNds4/s1600-h/CIMG2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8m10t84I/AAAAAAAAAMk/24FDn3HNds4/s1600-h/CIMG2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631495426241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8m10t84I/AAAAAAAAAMk/24FDn3HNds4/s320/CIMG2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nF0t85I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Khf6R3OwHnk/s1600-h/CIMG2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631499721208722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nF0t85I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Khf6R3OwHnk/s320/CIMG2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Splash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nF0t86I/AAAAAAAAAM0/gp3AkDlQiIE/s1600-h/CIMG2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631499721208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nF0t86I/AAAAAAAAAM0/gp3AkDlQiIE/s320/CIMG2886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nV0t87I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kKWaJiB9s_M/s1600-h/CIMG2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631504016176050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk8nV0t87I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kKWaJiB9s_M/s320/CIMG2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting ready! for sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kV0t80I/AAAAAAAAAME/9kbRj2BGUK0/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046630352964940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kV0t80I/AAAAAAAAAME/9kbRj2BGUK0/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kV0t81I/AAAAAAAAAMM/jAFLK9EYbU8/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046630352964940626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kV0t81I/AAAAAAAAAMM/jAFLK9EYbU8/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kl0t82I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uNZxHe_jpjQ/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046630357259907938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk7kl0t82I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uNZxHe_jpjQ/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-RF0t88I/AAAAAAAAANE/q5lB7AkdH3g/s1600-h/CIMG2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046633320787342274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-RF0t88I/AAAAAAAAANE/q5lB7AkdH3g/s320/CIMG2892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Pose people..ok..excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-RV0t8-I/AAAAAAAAANU/jo2q9CeY0Sc/s1600-h/CIMG2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046633325082309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-RV0t8-I/AAAAAAAAANU/jo2q9CeY0Sc/s320/CIMG2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-Rl0t8_I/AAAAAAAAANc/AkJcuoYDraQ/s1600-h/CIMG2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046633329377276914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-Rl0t8_I/AAAAAAAAANc/AkJcuoYDraQ/s320/CIMG2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tripod's job again! see..so easy.no need find people help us take!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_Sl0t9BI/AAAAAAAAANs/tX_-fGkessA/s1600-h/CIMG2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046634446068773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_Sl0t9BI/AAAAAAAAANs/tX_-fGkessA/s320/CIMG2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tired already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_Sl0t9CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/I9VW-68QYWg/s1600-h/CIMG2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046634446068773922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_Sl0t9CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/I9VW-68QYWg/s320/CIMG2927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; smile girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_S10t9DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-70YRmcCIt4/s1600-h/CIMG2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046634450363741234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_S10t9DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-70YRmcCIt4/s320/CIMG2928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Candid Dancing..(credit-stacy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_TF0t9EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57bOYPxdfUs/s1600-h/CIMG2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046634454658708546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_TF0t9EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57bOYPxdfUs/s320/CIMG2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Short to tall..but yanti is in jacket thats why in front..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm still the shortest..whahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_TF0t9FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ux48PdN2ySU/s1600-h/CIMG2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046634454658708562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk_TF0t9FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ux48PdN2ySU/s320/CIMG2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Touch me not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-Rl0t9AI/AAAAAAAAANk/14j2TrSusjY/s1600-h/CIMG2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046633329377276930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk-Rl0t9AI/AAAAAAAAANk/14j2TrSusjY/s320/CIMG2906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going back..after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046637083178693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RglBsF0t9GI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0NQ3sG2DHWE/s320/CIMG3008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I saw Mr Timothy Chua in Sentosa,he said i'm very lucky to see him,cause others don't..and he's going back thailand this thursday..Damn i should take picture with him..It slipped my mind..Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Fiona and Pauline went back by monorail,whereas the rest of 5 of us went back to entrace by bus.So both side separated.Had dinner in the hawker.All were tired..tanned. but i'm glad we've enjoyed ourselves overall...&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/8755675-5862830397809398206?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/5862830397809398206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=5862830397809398206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5862830397809398206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/5862830397809398206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/sentosa-trip-with-many-photos.html' title='Sentosa Trip with many photo&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rgk6-F0t8tI/AAAAAAAAALM/Evua8jY6Ohw/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-7873892138140037964</id><published>2007-03-24T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:59:50.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Played Basketball today with Tommy,Tong Hui,Yi jie(pri6 boy) and gangs..haha.First time i'm able to wake up at 7:30am when i slept at 3am..Tommy fetch me to Tekong park in his bicycle.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Morning breeze&lt;/span&gt; indeed are marvellous.Very refreshing and of course,the best way to ease myself off any situation.Thanks bro's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Those New guy friends i know are very crappy.But i don't know why,i enjoyed their company.(not because i'm a flirt..cause i'm telling you i don't do &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;).. in fact i'm always hanging with the pri 6 lil' boy.&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;...whatever it is..It was nice game today.i became a little yellow..gosh! look filipina &lt;strong&gt;ALRDY&lt;/strong&gt;!! hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-7873892138140037964?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/7873892138140037964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=7873892138140037964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7873892138140037964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/7873892138140037964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/basketball.html' title='Basketball+'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1362117801548025305</id><published>2007-03-24T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:39:31.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok..i'm feeling better now.It's &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;.I knew this day would come. Tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-1362117801548025305?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1362117801548025305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1362117801548025305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1362117801548025305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1362117801548025305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/over.html' title='over..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-4544351327990463145</id><published>2007-03-23T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:53:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop! ok i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Public Success,Private Failure .Whats the point of being so popular and known when your family &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; relationship is in a mess...........sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Damn that..whatever! Luckily there's a quote ,"&lt;em&gt;thats what friends are for.."&lt;/em&gt; whoooo...Actually i really wanna travel all over the world now,&lt;strong&gt;AT THIS INSTANCE&lt;/strong&gt;..I wanna know people of different ethnic and their living styles.I feel so bored here in Singapore.Other country dangerous? &lt;em&gt;yeaaaa&lt;/em&gt;,i know, but somehow or rather i always feel so protected.Can someone please open a dance club for me to join or create a singing group with a place to belt out..&lt;em&gt;arghhhhh&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Never mind that &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt;!! i'm feeling ridiculously bored here.i feel like shaking my &lt;em&gt;bon&lt;/em&gt; leh,but feels stupid at the same time.&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; I'm trying to get through the phone to my boyfriend and &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;....why is it always so bothering when i'm trying to get him.We've not met up for i think,2 weeks? or &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt;..it's either &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;who will be busy...sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Oh Skip that! hate it when it's something bad..&lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;! Now something happier..i'm going to work Ritz tomorrow..yeah!! Can finally see my kaki's again.They're all working man!woohooo.Can crap together again.Whahahaha.Looking forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I seriously think i need to feedback to the Bus company that their buses have cockroaches.Small small ones.Because of the inconsiderate-ness of other freaks, people like us suffer?watching them crawl across the floor?&lt;em&gt;eeeeyeeeerrrrr&lt;/em&gt;...Can't stand it..i &lt;strong&gt;HATE COCKROACHES&lt;/strong&gt;....to the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-4544351327990463145?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/4544351327990463145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=4544351327990463145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4544351327990463145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/4544351327990463145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/stop-ok-im-bored_23.html' title='Stop! ok i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1319925662912608790</id><published>2007-03-21T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T03:23:08.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene's Last day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;So tired ! I'm Sooooo &lt;strong&gt;LACK&lt;/strong&gt; of sleep.My &lt;em&gt;Princess&lt;/em&gt; sleep..&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;......but if i'm tired,then my boyfriend's one is Superly duper tired.He's &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; setting up his second shop.One is Upper Thomson,the second one is in TOWN..woohooo~...May the favour of god be on him that his business will &lt;strong&gt;prosper&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Eugene's last day working today in kampong days.Supposed to have all of us treated to a Final supper .But only YuQi,Queenie,Yishan and Me are able to make it.. We're Sooooo &lt;em&gt;Fickle minded&lt;/em&gt;.One minute this, the other that.Argh..Mind's set on Burger King then...actually it's considered quite &lt;strong&gt;CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt; already to pay just 30 plus for a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supposed-ly Expensive meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" but well,we're &lt;em&gt;NoT&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;greedy&lt;/strong&gt;. Took damn alot of photo's cause it was raining ..heavy heavily.Droplets+ wind..*&lt;em&gt;Chilled&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Freezed&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Had lots of fun though.I mean,the fact that we've just finished work and Still continued for supper and photo-taking.What da ya think? Laugh all the time.Damn it..why am i always the clown..grrr.......&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; it's alright..i was there for a reason,to make people laugh.When there's laughter,it means *&lt;em&gt;daddy &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;em&gt;within&lt;/em&gt; us. Yeah...Thats my &lt;em&gt;gift&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left: Yi Shan,me,Eugene,Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082767343514034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAujV0t8bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w5DAIzWeEnA/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Zi You Fa Hui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082771638481346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAujl0t8cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LculPsAvjjw/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's mad! Yu Qi and Eugene [it's Candid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044083776660828722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAveF0t8jI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/giCCKsj3FLQ/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Extra*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044083780955796034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAveV0t8kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0yFRUtL0jkM/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queenie is Scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044083785250763346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAvel0t8lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RRgh2YCn3rY/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yuqi just don't like me..(no choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044083785250763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAvel0t8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3CzG6IqxrgA/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kampong Uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044083789545730674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAve10t8nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HBo79-xmB58/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jailed* Pleading the camera woman for Drinks..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082775933448658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAuj10t8dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sKPGafjGdvA/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; TaaaDaaaa....Tall to short..Ladies Nights+ one Gay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNF0t8pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/stKo7PI00EM/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084584114680466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNF0t8pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/stKo7PI00EM/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNF0t8qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/swjQYNGo2FY/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084584114680482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNF0t8qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/swjQYNGo2FY/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yellow is Extra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084579819713154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwM10t8oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EnCGY0KMQyg/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going Back soon..whahaa...and it's raining! 12 mid-night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNV0t8rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/INaZ-8KeYSI/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084588409647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNV0t8rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/INaZ-8KeYSI/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We're gonna miss you man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNl0t8sI/AAAAAAAAALE/YneaJGPOmn8/s1600-h/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084592704615106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAwNl0t8sI/AAAAAAAAALE/YneaJGPOmn8/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Eugene is my manager by the way.That's why celebrate.If normal staff like us..must we even hold such a thing.Whaha.... &lt;strong&gt;Oldest&lt;/strong&gt; amongst us but &lt;em&gt;youngest&lt;/em&gt; amongst the Managers.May his future be litted Up.And all that he's gonna do ,be a success........&lt;/span&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/8755675-1319925662912608790?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1319925662912608790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1319925662912608790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1319925662912608790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1319925662912608790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/eugenes-last-day.html' title='Eugene&apos;s Last day..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RgAujV0t8bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w5DAIzWeEnA/s72-c/IMG_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-348570474703925703</id><published>2007-03-19T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:51:50.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY "dre-am"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2PBXSTRlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EbWpcm3gtoQ/s1600-h/baby2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043344411318240850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2PBXSTRlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EbWpcm3gtoQ/s320/baby2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Sarah:"Oh yes,i know i'm a wonderful mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Finished work already.Same routinal stuff i'll do online.Check mail,friendster,listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I've got the &lt;strong&gt;urge&lt;/strong&gt; to have babies man.I'm sure my baby will be very cute one !(thanks to the mother of course,Ahem..) They're Super duper adorable,very nice to cuddle with.I really yearn to have mine soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Excuse me &lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/strong&gt; to those who wants to have babies and are of age below 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2UDnSTRqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oWMUCAfapJM/s1600-h/kid0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043349947531085474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2UDnSTRqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oWMUCAfapJM/s200/kid0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have 1 baby and many* daddy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marry those without STABLE income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Club vigourously (if you do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have it with the same age as you. (it's only a burden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let babies go hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Do not ABORT (Damn It ,don't you get it.They're SWEET LIVES too precious to be taken away.If cannot support why even HAVE them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt;!So &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;,can you &lt;strong&gt;BEAR&lt;/strong&gt; to harm them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043345283196601954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2P0HSTRmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ag-Z3RVKoQ0/s320/baby3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Please ar..the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; important thing is money.Make sure you're able to support him/her.Don't have them there for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Please review every aspects of your life &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before having &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting &lt;em&gt;pregnant&lt;/em&gt;.Do not act on impulse..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the Factors. A cliche known to the world.."5 mins of &lt;em&gt;pleasure&lt;/em&gt; brings in 9 months of pain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043343835792623138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2Of3STRiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AwHMSa1ROy8/s200/CuteBaby01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2URnSTRrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-5FX4M5KUk4/s1600-h/dec97_2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043350188049254066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2URnSTRrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-5FX4M5KUk4/s320/dec97_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;For me, I've reviewed already.My momsie wants an &lt;strong&gt;ANG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;.(so do i..&lt;em&gt;heehee&lt;/em&gt;) they look like walking dolls with ocean blue or forest green eyes.Misty greys and hazel browns are nice too!! but thats if we're lucky...*&lt;em&gt;gua~ gua~ gua~ kuaaa&lt;/em&gt;........My dad's fine with any actually.He &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've a stabled income boyfriend which,i'm hoping would be my hubby ,provided all goes my way..as in...&lt;em&gt;AIya&lt;/em&gt; i know it myself.I wanna have one soon leh,i'd loved to dress my &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; up and walk my &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My studies? well i can pursue them still like &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;.bring my baby to school &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;breast-feed&lt;/strong&gt; them while copying notes.&lt;strong&gt;change pampers&lt;/strong&gt; when it's my break,&lt;strong&gt;pat them&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep when i'm reading my text..whahahaha&lt;em&gt;..*dreaming*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043345283196601970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2P0HSTRnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-EEAQhM7Ipk/s320/baby1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Indeed i am dreaming.But there's mom as young as 9-14.Some even with the second child already.Those who aborts,They'll regret it definately.Babies will haunt them back..i'm not trying to scare you man.But really in some cases.Their baby do "&lt;em&gt;visit&lt;/em&gt;" them.Well it's a psychological thingy.Neither You nor I will understand it till we're in their shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043343840087590450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2OgHSTRjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FmKn389PgJw/s200/pic_cute_baby3_XnXqowSaFevs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2Rm3STRoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T-grEbemxEg/s1600-h/pic_cute_baby6_HGDuJ5wRMqua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043347254586590850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2Rm3STRoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T-grEbemxEg/s200/pic_cute_baby6_HGDuJ5wRMqua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Father,you are the real creator of these lil' lives.And that you'll watch over them from above.Bless the innocent hearts with all your love lord.They love you because you first loved them.and also they'll grow to be wonderful man and woman of god.Show them the way,the truth and the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT BABY LAH..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8755675-348570474703925703?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/348570474703925703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=348570474703925703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/348570474703925703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/348570474703925703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-dre-am.html' title='BABY &quot;dre-am&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rf2PBXSTRlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EbWpcm3gtoQ/s72-c/baby2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-733217999233841530</id><published>2007-03-15T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:31:38.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ministry gathering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg2b3STReI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84qOJGzvOC0/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041839635166348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg2b3STReI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84qOJGzvOC0/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People change. Lives transform. Discipline swayed. World's turning different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I wanted to go to salon and shape my eyebrow .The salon that i like,is 8 bucks.[choice &lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt;] second place i went.5 bucks [&lt;strong&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt;] .So i went to try out a new one,it's on the 2nd level HDB.5 bucks. when i went in i saw an indian girl. I was blur-ified. Wondering why so young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Two girls put me on the "operation" chair,and one of em' powdered my brow and started stretching a thread-like thingy.I even asked her again.." er, excuse me i'm here to trim my eyebrow.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;she ask me to stretch down my eye-lid.Suddenly *thrrrrreeeeeeeed*thrreeeeeed* sound-like started.Scare me!! she's using the traditional method!! &lt;strong&gt;THREADING&lt;/strong&gt;...SO &lt;strong&gt;PAINFUL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SIA&lt;/strong&gt;.. tears just kept on welling in my eyes..It just kept on going till my next eye.&lt;strong&gt;YIKES&lt;/strong&gt;....*&lt;strong&gt;traumatised&lt;/strong&gt; by that incident..will i still go back there..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Whats Up man,whats up? i still prefer the past.I'm not trying to be an angel or &lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/strong&gt; but it's just, not what i wanna see. Never mind about that.As long as i'm righteous in him,all things falls right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Music Ministry Gathering today and there were so many people man.The Choir,Hokkien n' Chinese Choir,Children's ministry,Campus and DARE ministry,Musicians.Wah seh..so many...But Decon Jack was talking all the way after buffet dinner hence not much of fellowshipping with new fella's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Bored..My money's draining fast..OK..i shall stop going out now..Only work and home,Unless neccessary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;[Edited] Bread talk's orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041837784035444130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg0wHSTRaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nIZTHZy5Gxk/s200/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did not edit.so dull right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041837809805247954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg0xnSTRdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lQSBcV8kt1k/s200/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041837801215313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg0xHSTRcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uRHKwaTsklQ/s200/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sure i am glad i'm walking the righteous path..thank you Abba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give thanks for today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh Lord, how i thank you for bringing me to where i'm supposed to be.the favour that has been upon me was not by my human strength but by your love which enables me to love the rest too.I cast all that i am into your hands,i surrender,i submit.Abba that you will bless me the abundance of your kingdom..Thank you for loving me and not seeing my flaws.Thank you for accepting me from where i fell.amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-733217999233841530?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/733217999233841530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=733217999233841530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/733217999233841530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/733217999233841530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/ministry-gathering.html' title='ministry gathering..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/Rfg2b3STReI/AAAAAAAAAHM/84qOJGzvOC0/s72-c/Picture+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-669128827958871276</id><published>2007-03-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:31:24.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritz Carlton Ladies Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Was late again .Today was an ALL-GIRLS occasion..For ritz girls..and definately had lots of fun.Crazy Lots! Yulianti's very jap..she suits it i have to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Though it was &lt;strong&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/strong&gt; to be a long day,the next moment you know it,it's &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;.dang~ But we were cam-whoring man! woohooo &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cause i'm there~ ah like DUUHH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;We played pool and &lt;strong&gt;GUESS&lt;/strong&gt; what? All are real &lt;strong&gt;NOOBIES&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;Wah Lao Eh&lt;/strong&gt;! took about 30 mins to complete one round.And i'm like the trainee-teacher guiding them..Which i think they also don't get it.(&lt;strong&gt;THATS&lt;/strong&gt; why i &lt;strong&gt;ADMIT&lt;/strong&gt; i'm TRAINEE mah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHnSTQ-I/AAAAAAAAADM/CzM39d2ZAFE/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041093818390365154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHnSTQ-I/AAAAAAAAADM/CzM39d2ZAFE/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHnSTQ9I/AAAAAAAAADE/0fbfdNIlEU0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041093818390365138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHnSTQ9I/AAAAAAAAADE/0fbfdNIlEU0/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHXSTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZCUJYKjxxuY/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041093814095397826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHXSTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZCUJYKjxxuY/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHXSTQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwqJK-keZSA/s1600-h/CIMG2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041093814095397810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHXSTQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwqJK-keZSA/s200/CIMG2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well don't have my Pool-ing pictures .Cause...I'm the photographer &lt;strong&gt;ALSO&lt;/strong&gt; for the 30-40 mins Game..(heeheehee.. all in their best pose..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;BTW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Elizabeth signature skill-Super &lt;strong&gt;DUPER&lt;/strong&gt; Tyco queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Stacy's -tapping and hit air queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Yulianti's- Firm but still miss queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Kim's-anyhow-hit-also-can queen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;LOL! this was sUpposed to be stupid candid shots of them..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;1st Horny to the stick,2nd rubbing herself against it.3rd stroking the tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRLHSTRAI/AAAAAAAAADc/Am6u36ZnqkE/s1600-h/CIMG2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041094978031535106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRLHSTRAI/AAAAAAAAADc/Am6u36ZnqkE/s200/CIMG2642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRK3STQ_I/AAAAAAAAADU/vCwfIpi3beM/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041094973736567794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRK3STQ_I/AAAAAAAAADU/vCwfIpi3beM/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRLHSTRBI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CUzRLL9DLc/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041094978031535122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWRLHSTRBI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CUzRLL9DLc/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Of course! next was to &lt;strong&gt;SING&lt;/strong&gt;..KBOX Marina Square!! thats where the devil released it's poison.Girls are deadly there! too bad..not shown here..That Elizabeth and stacy sing so many songs! But their voice are very cute..like lil' girl..Elizabeth who claims her voice is &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt; turns out to be crapping..LOL..so girly lor..whahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Whereas Stacy's voice DAMN YOUNG... no kidding MAN..it is like 4 year old girl singing.i was ,AMAZED*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041101858569143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWXbnSTRYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4t4QlKym4hE/s200/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041096416845579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWSe3STRGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jxAQY5sABn8/s200/CIMG2649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041096416845579346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWSe3STRFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cAjhoDLot5Q/s200/CIMG2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Group Pictures.. Trying to be &lt;strong&gt;SEX&lt;/strong&gt;-y can? damn it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041097550716945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWTg3STRII/AAAAAAAAAEc/XU6Ei9Z7ea0/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041097550716945554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWTg3STRJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XZv0Mg-sHZg/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041097555011912866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWThHSTRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oKrhFtBjjp0/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041097555011912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWThHSTRLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mxwB31drN4M/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041097555011912898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWThHSTRMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A42noEhQFlQ/s320/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other regular pictures.Very focused to the screen..(oh ya..forgot to add..Elizabeth's trying to LES-. tried to seduce all of &lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt;..especially S.K.Y(kim).. snatching Kisses from SKY..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPnSTRQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IygLcgd-axU/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041099453387457794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPnSTRQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IygLcgd-axU/s200/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPXSTROI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jiZYSXxedfU/s1600-h/CIMG2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041099449092490466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPXSTROI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jiZYSXxedfU/s200/CIMG2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVP3STRRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Bsv-QA7v718/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041099457682425106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVP3STRRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Bsv-QA7v718/s200/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPnSTRPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f4K3KrmDvnU/s1600-h/CIMG2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041099453387457778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPnSTRPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f4K3KrmDvnU/s200/CIMG2645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBXSTRSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t3R57Lh7sIE/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100308085949730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBXSTRSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t3R57Lh7sIE/s200/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBXSTRTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tSXueHWgSf8/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100308085949746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBXSTRTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tSXueHWgSf8/s200/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWB3STRWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EK3ycjUBq88/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100316675884386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWB3STRWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EK3ycjUBq88/s200/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBnSTRUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w0su9TQLdNc/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100312380917058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBnSTRUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w0su9TQLdNc/s200/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBnSTRVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pCFChqzCiNk/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100312380917074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWBnSTRVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pCFChqzCiNk/s200/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWVPXSTRNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SiKNNK3Y3ZI/s1600-h/CIMG2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite Picture.thats why i put it so BIG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100995280717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWWpXSTRXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BpK0R5rByM0/s400/CIMG2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today ended in Marina Loft. Had Dinner before leaving. our day just spent this way..how other ways to end it then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-669128827958871276?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/669128827958871276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=669128827958871276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/669128827958871276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/669128827958871276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/ritz-carlton-ladies-out.html' title='Ritz Carlton Ladies Out!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfWQHnSTQ-I/AAAAAAAAADM/CzM39d2ZAFE/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-1339756746425388192</id><published>2007-03-10T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:04:58.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Updates in Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've not been updating cause i've been working EVERYDAY...well at least,almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm beggining to feel attached to Ritz man! My friends there are Awesome..(and i do have to highlight-FRIENDS) as in all my kaki's. Especially Eliz,Kim Yeen Yulianti,Stacy,Fiona,Corrine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh! too many of them already.There's guys and girls obviously.Working have been FUN EASY FUN cause they're there. Like all the cock's that we'll "tok".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tropicana Event&lt;/strong&gt;..and of course (barry) is a cute &lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;..Fiona,Sarah,Eliz,Barry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPg_kQpt2O4/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039993215840895602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPg_kQpt2O4/s200/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mwPb62dM-OM/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039993215840895618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mwPb62dM-OM/s200/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qpzaPD7Euh0/s1600-h/ritz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039993215840895634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qpzaPD7Euh0/s200/ritz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIXSTQqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jJQTBcLtXQQ/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eliz,Sarah,Corrine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpuHSTQ2I/AAAAAAAAACM/C2vX-eHS1Aw/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039996067699180386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpuHSTQ2I/AAAAAAAAACM/C2vX-eHS1Aw/s200/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5eCzi8drNR0/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039996063404213058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5eCzi8drNR0/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/couaURAvA2g/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039996063404213042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/couaURAvA2g/s200/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/hoqvb8jVNII/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039996063404213074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpt3STQ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/hoqvb8jVNII/s200/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lynn and her &lt;strong&gt;Drain-bowling&lt;/strong&gt; skill + Pizza Hut+Pool+"&lt;strong&gt;fellowshipping&lt;/strong&gt;"+Lights+craps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBXSTQuI/AAAAAAAAABM/kPuY86cDXVk/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039994199388406498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBXSTQuI/AAAAAAAAABM/kPuY86cDXVk/s200/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBXSTQtI/AAAAAAAAABE/nvlghKV-ufk/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039994199388406482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBXSTQtI/AAAAAAAAABE/nvlghKV-ufk/s200/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBHSTQsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PzX9ZQYMQvE/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039994195093439170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGoBHSTQsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PzX9ZQYMQvE/s200/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpE3STQwI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zx3ihdbRSOk/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039995359029576450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpE3STQwI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zx3ihdbRSOk/s200/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpEnSTQvI/AAAAAAAAABU/6fOAKVfXyqw/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpFHSTQyI/AAAAAAAAABs/U6kkASeziDQ/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039995363324543778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpFHSTQyI/AAAAAAAAABs/U6kkASeziDQ/s200/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpE3STQxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Sae2lPAwGAc/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039995359029576466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGpE3STQxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Sae2lPAwGAc/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I've been eating &lt;strong&gt;RESTAURANT food&lt;/strong&gt; consecutively for 5-6 days.Be it the &lt;strong&gt;Cheapo&lt;/strong&gt; kind or the &lt;strong&gt;expensive&lt;/strong&gt; kind (to me it is..). and i'm not talking about Fast food or food court &lt;strong&gt;ya know&lt;/strong&gt;~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*credits to Eliz,Yuqi &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY LYNN&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well,in case anyone's curious about where i'm planning to move on after this (O'level not good enough so..No poly.Neither am i hoping to enter ITE (not that i'm pinning in downwards,but i don't like the course..) I'm pursuing &lt;strong&gt;Hotel Management&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;SHATEC&lt;/strong&gt; school. Very General?? well i've &lt;strong&gt;PLANNED&lt;/strong&gt; already how i'm doing this. and also,i intend to pay this course myself (er..maybe with a little help from papa first.) to be AHEM~&lt;strong&gt; independant&lt;/strong&gt; on my own..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;He carried me with my two legs hanging &lt;strong&gt;ON HIS SHOULDER&lt;/strong&gt; and put on the top of the Van..So scary,So &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;.. Sometimes he really make me &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;.... some of you get it,some don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq6HSTQ5I/AAAAAAAAACk/V7k5yEJ3rj8/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039997373369238418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq6HSTQ5I/AAAAAAAAACk/V7k5yEJ3rj8/s200/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq53STQ3I/AAAAAAAAACU/PKKsAJceCc8/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039997369074271090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq53STQ3I/AAAAAAAAACU/PKKsAJceCc8/s200/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq6HSTQ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/qWv5QoQcMBg/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039997373369238434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq6HSTQ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/qWv5QoQcMBg/s200/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq53STQ4I/AAAAAAAAACc/YFoOvaaQlE0/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039997369074271106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGq53STQ4I/AAAAAAAAACc/YFoOvaaQlE0/s200/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;     I'm wondering how my Secondary school friends are doing.Are they still &lt;strong&gt;Alive n' kicking&lt;/strong&gt; like me,or &lt;strong&gt;half-dead&lt;/strong&gt; mice below the cabinet..(either rotting or slacking) .Many of them are going to Poly ..Woohooo hurray for them.indeed their efforts pays off well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Things can happen in the world but it will not happen to me.."&lt;/em&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/8755675-1339756746425388192?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/1339756746425388192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=1339756746425388192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1339756746425388192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/1339756746425388192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-updates-in-life.html' title='My Updates in Life..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oTNzdtFisqU/RfGnIHSTQnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fPg_kQpt2O4/s72-c/DSC00909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116855173953288590</id><published>2007-01-12T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T05:42:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's first time .... ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not surprised at all that my mum's first time was today.Of all her years, it was her first time understanding how this goes.How it leads to that place and what actually made it happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She asked me what's that thing called.Though she's seen it from afar, she never knew how it looked from near.And yes..i told her.It's called the Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was taken On a rock stand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/320/632691/DSC00539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone took this for us when he saw us struggling with the camera timer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/320/560938/10012007131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've to put some of the pictures here..Cause,my mum's so DEPRIVED from photo taking..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She looks young don't she...well she IS...anyway..i enjoyed my day with her..(like always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/486626/10012007121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/487518/10012007121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/994156/10012007121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/715029/10012007118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/626608/10012007118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/738821/10012007130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/355536/10012007130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/923809/10012007126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/49389/10012007126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/450198/10012007116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/871692/10012007116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Purposely had this bigger cause my mum's (a camera nerd) is trying to snap shot me in toilet..But FAILED!!!(psst..i'm still shitting you know..my pants still down) LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/339906/10012007133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/400/860886/10012007133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116855173953288590?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116855173953288590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116855173953288590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116855173953288590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116855173953288590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/01/mums-first-time.html' title='Mum&apos;s first time .... ........'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116846302036571322</id><published>2007-01-11T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T05:12:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PATIENCE needed for this POST...Sexy and desired novel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/238692/DSC00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/939625/DSC00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/340580/DSC00574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I Just bought a Liz Caryle's novel ,titled "One Little Sin" ..Damn! Like any other normal thick size book..it took me just one day to complete at least HALF of it.While reading it,i could feel it directing and playing it's own theatre in my mind.My imagination just ran and gone with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was described so distinctively that It Became all so real and i FELT it in my body,in my nerves,my veins.I believe it's like all the other romance novels.Though this is only the second romance novel i'm indulging myself into.There's differences!!There's more erotic features in it (which i normally do prefer..) all the words of sexuality,Love and Suspense..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy (Sir Alasdair) is 36 and the girl (Lady Esmee) is 22.Imagine~! HANDSOME Sir was a womanizer,DEMURE lady was a virgin. Drunkard Alasdair made Esmee's Drunkard mum pregnant during New Year celebration,2 years ago.When Esmee's mum passed on,Stepfather threw her and the Baby to the street..(why??read it yourself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alasdair is well-knowned for his scandalous acts.Interested in Married womEn especially..does not goes home often because he's always staying with a woman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esmee went searching for Sir Alasdair (whom she assume is the father of the baby,when her mum said so..),on a long road..Finally in his place.She made up SOME stories which made him change his mind for them to stay......Sir thought Esmee was barely 17 or 18..But was said otherwise by Esmee,declaring she's 22..(Over LEGAL AGE..~)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all began this way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are tired,homesick,and still grieving.Your mother is dead,and your responsibilities are grave.I am sure you must sometimes feel quite ALONE in the world.May I not show at least a little concern?"...........felt his arms coming around her,strong and sure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esmee,look at me,"he whispered."Please."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turned her head,all but begging him to deepen the kiss.His mouth molded to hers,pliant and HUNGRY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alasdair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;groaned,a low,agonizing sound,and slid his tongue deep inside her mouth.God,it felt so strange.So wonderfully sinful....Her breath came last and shallow now.she rosed to her tiptoes and let her hand slip round his waist,then up....... A warm ,heavy hand slid down her spine, lower and lower until it settled hotly over her hip,circling and massaging through the fabric of her skirts..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Ever so delicately,he had his way with her,sucking and nipping down the length or her throat,until she would have agreed to anything he asked.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....He knew what she wanted.He undressed her with the efficiency of a practiced rouge,divesting her gown and corset..EVERYTHING..........He knew he was going to regret it;knew there was going to be a terrible price to pay...........Esmee showed no embarrassment when his HUNGRY EYES raked her bare body.........he was mesmerized by the soft curves of her hips,her round swell of her breast.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esmee felt a sweet,hot heat go curling through her belly the instant his mouth touched her breast.Instinctively,she CRIED out,her body rising to his sign of desire... he pushed her leg away almost roughly and turned his attention to the other breast..............he drew the tip of one breast between his teeth.............."relax your legs,love." whispered."Open for me,Esmee.Let me soothe you..... His tongue slid deep,teasing her wetness,heightening her desire,until it touched her very core and made her body TREMBLE..........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;what happened next??........when they were together ALONE.and him looking into her green eyes..drawing nearer to her breath........did Alasdair have her fresh,innocent body? overcomed by temptation to ROB away what he DESIRED deep within?to release the devil that was building in him especially for her............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Was Esmee herself able to withhold the smell of his sweat and the golden hair of his?the charm which she was blinded by?the fiery spirit in her which WANTED him as much as he Wanted her? What did she say when she was GRABBED by his hand tightly against his body?she gasped.........Don't.. .. .. .. .. .. .. stop...............................(did anything happen after that?) **Like mother like daughter.......**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn it!! READ IT.........LOL ... Intensed feeling....freaking horny..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/162830/DSC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/591673/DSC00576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/482435/DSC00575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/975633/DSC00575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/321815/DSC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116846302036571322?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116846302036571322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116846302036571322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116846302036571322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116846302036571322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/01/patience-needed-for-this-postsexy-and.html' title='PATIENCE needed for this POST...Sexy and desired novel...'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116828537711649767</id><published>2007-01-09T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:51:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year that starts amazingly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/114253/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/480559/DSC00460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First entry for &lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;..How exciting?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/695155/DSC00434.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/810581/DSC00434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently..i'm surrounded by my family,working pals and choir peeps.Simple? yeah,i'm trying to cultivate that simplicity in me! Nothing too complex which makes my life so miserable..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ust to update you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm currently holding two jobs now, as a waitress in both a restaurant and Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,since i'll be placed in one corner doing nothing,why not put to good use.(serving guest or customers,are my forte..ain't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pictures to share though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope it's roughly allowing you to tell how's my life been going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;During the 45 mins blackout..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/329716/DSC02710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/643291/DSC02710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/764001/DSC02714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/549686/DSC02714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/795085/DSC02712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/253310/DSC02712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/343404/DSC02702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/389792/DSC02702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/822296/DSC02700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/554604/DSC02700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/97184/DSC00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/734500/DSC00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choir&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/642740/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Daddy" i need you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/320/295864/DSC00572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Working and School Peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/871653/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/498587/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/699180/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/633400/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/903742/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/636516/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/549338/DSC00668.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RITZ CARLTON HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMPONG DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00494.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i tell you how much i LOVE my mum and dad?they're my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW CREATION CHOIR Soprano's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC01018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC01018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/468356/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/359107/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/325039/DSC00615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/674435/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still the same boyfriend..Time's Up..changing time..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/DSC00410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/1600/143489/DSC00415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6437/609/200/46644/DSC00415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Actually Life has already been improving for me. &lt;strong&gt;[ Come to me,all you who are weary and burdened,and i will give you rest.][Matthew 11:28]&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coinicidently a uncle from my church gave me that.When he reminded me of that verse..i felt refreshness flushed in me..I could always asked for more,for he answered my doubts through good mediums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So how do you think my lifes been? Colourful as always right?&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/8755675-116828537711649767?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116828537711649767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116828537711649767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116828537711649767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116828537711649767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-that-starts-amazingly.html' title='a year that starts amazingly..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116358029321502514</id><published>2006-11-15T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:44:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00633.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00633.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoz! i'm here to say im goin GENTING..for 3 days 2 nights.will be back on saturday! See ya guys..will update more pictures! Woooohoooooo...more horny post coming Up!! lol "L"ust kiddin!=) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116358029321502514?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116358029321502514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116358029321502514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116358029321502514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116358029321502514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/leaving.html' title='leaving!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116353541476321751</id><published>2006-11-15T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:31:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Woman's closet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've not been doing much today,and the ONLY thing i did was to re-arrange my wardrobe.I did it! it's so freaking messy ,i thought i have so much clothes..but when i arranged it.It turned out to be so little. (cause i've sent many back to philippines ok..to my cousins and relatives..)I'm blessed with too many clothes that god wants me to share with the less fortunate children..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everywhere clothes.I have Two cupboards of those clothes man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00715.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me share this part of my life with you.I have a very strong LIKING towards this ,it's like... &lt;strong&gt;without it&lt;/strong&gt; i cannot leave the house,&lt;strong&gt;without it&lt;/strong&gt; i cannot move around,&lt;strong&gt;without it&lt;/strong&gt; i don't have the sense of security,&lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT it&lt;/strong&gt; ,i am NOT A GIRL!! And yess....it's my..Undergarments!! wherever i go,i will visit the lingerie shop.Even if it's just to get a peek,i will look at it with dreams wanting to have them for my own..the smooooth-ness and tenderness of how each passes through your arms,when you embrace it with all the graceful-ness god had instilled in each and every ladies..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While arranging my closet,i thought of something stupid but INTERESTING ..(maybe to myself,well thats me..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please be Aware that the following contents are not meant for people who think it is DISGUSTING.INSANE.IMPROPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Combination of my Bra Sets and G-strings/Thongs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/undergarments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00727.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00727.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00726.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00726.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; The "Xiao Long Bao" set.So cute~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have different kind of designs for Thongs cause my aunt sent me a few from USA.The "S" size there is equivalent to our "L" size man..Huge mama'a they've got there!whooo hoooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All time Fav.Diamonds on the Butts.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have ONE weird kind of Undies to be exact,G-string.I don't know how did i get this but there's a Slit in the center. LOOK! OPEN WIDE AND SEE..Thats for Having Sex ONE LEH..NOT FUNNY! =.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THAT IS YUCKS! HOW DID I EVEN GET THAT? DID I BOUGHT IT BY MISTAKE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have another kinky one..haha..half butt can see..this one is nice and I LIKE..and also,in case you don't know how does a G-string and Thongs look like.All shown below.. Purple is the Kinky one..Pink is Thong and the last one is G-strings. It goes straight to your Ass-hole..very uncomfortable one.but used to it can already!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway,back to today.well there was a point around the night that i couldn't take it anymore and felt that i have to write a message .The loneliness that i'm feeling is not comprehend-able.I couldn't stand that feeling.My tears came down while writing it and Yes.a&lt;/strong&gt; *penguin&lt;strong&gt; chatted with me suddenly,when&lt;/strong&gt; *penguin&lt;strong&gt; don't usually do that.&lt;/strong&gt;*Penguin&lt;strong&gt; was the ONLY one.(i'm not asking the rest to do the same lah..=) )Thats why i thank&lt;/strong&gt; *penguin &lt;strong&gt;so much for doing so.Though it might sound a little "huh??" to him..Thank you so much. That was all i needed at that point of time . well I kept the message short and i sent it out..haha.. -to whom did i send it?? whoever you shall think it to be-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My italian friend jeky was always online.So we chatted almost all the way.Hah and he said i resemble one of his female italian friend.we're like the long lost oriental sisters.One from italy and the other from Singapore.He just said he feel it.and doesn't even know the reason why.Thats my friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right side one..&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/ottobreenovembre2006071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/rememberonce/ottobreenovembre2006071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/P09-15-06_16.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/P09-15-06_16.04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't have tongue sticking out leh.thats the closest i can get.(i think) lol.. She's older than me Ok..Haha =.+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(P.S sorry chun leong..borrow your face as background ok? Haha..alright now..chill guys..we're both pretty as ever ..=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116353541476321751?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116353541476321751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116353541476321751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116353541476321751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116353541476321751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/power-of-womans-closet.html' title='The power of Woman&apos;s closet..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116344581090856728</id><published>2006-11-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:50:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Treatment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chatting with my good friend (Kim) now .and we're being so sex-itive.A guy friend of hers visited her at night ,stupidly suggesting Threesome to me.. never mind..i would &lt;strong&gt;rather&lt;/strong&gt; wear some &lt;strong&gt;slinky purple nightgown&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;butt-fitting tong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;masturbating&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;strong&gt;bolster&lt;/strong&gt; than having &lt;strong&gt;THREESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!! In case you left a point out,i am a very very "SHY" girl ok! LOL.. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visited the Jean Yip Salon this afternoon,for some treatment thing which cost $128.My mum got it as voucher when she signed up a package thing.The place was a little alien-ish to me.i've neither steped in to view the place nor been to Jean Yip to either cut or wash hair.(would rather spend those extra-pathetic money on some other "pathetic" salon,which cost almost HALF the price lesser..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The process of my hair treatment all compiled to one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/400/salon%20experience.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i have to admit,the one thing i like about that place is ..they look smart in their dressing,in their own stylish manner.The treatment took about one hour? cause my hair is really DRY after dyeing and highlighting. (at least they're thoughtful to allow the voucher to work it's best) .The lady helped me straighten my hair.WAH!! So nice..but i look sooooo mature~! and also..Hey..i Look good with straighter hair also OK..don't play play..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hair became a little more NatuRaL as time passes i should say.And cool.i took pictures like almost continously.My mum's giving me the , "whats happening to my DAUGHTER!!"kind of look. Haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shots of natural looking hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/Halo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/let%20go%20hair.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Protruding eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/Fierce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't be washing hair for the next 2 weeks.So please refrain from coming near me,consequences shall be unaccounted for OK ?The smell of the treatment is nice,but it's TOO NICE hence i feel like puking. It's so unbearable and it's making my head spin! *woooo oHhh* *spinning ,twing~ twing~ twing~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i seem to have quite a few New experience these days.Lady "mountain turtle".Haha..New to me,not new to You all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely girl now roaming around life.Awaiting for the right afinity to arrive.Always wanted someone to be there not only mentally but physically.Passing each day wondering whether her dreams are unreal,un-practical?How ever i may be in the future lies in the hands of my *father and not in the words of all puny human beings..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116344581090856728?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116344581090856728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116344581090856728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116344581090856728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116344581090856728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/hair-treatment.html' title='Hair Treatment..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116336255497466653</id><published>2006-11-13T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:28:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewing Flats! and Tng's family day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Praying first to ask God for a GOOD choice of apartment* (with no &lt;strong&gt;Cockroach&lt;/strong&gt; and no Lizards;well at least lizards that don't make noise.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok..my prayers will be answered..i'll BLOG it uP to be a testimonial!!! i've got the queue number of 3000+ and it's NOT funny among so many who are planning to buy a house around Seng Kang and Punggol area.Ok..lets say..An ideal Home for my family is [to have 4 room.Near the sea area.Either 14th or 18 storey.Convenient Transport of LRT and MRT.Nearby shopping centre and Market also.] is it too much?? LOL.i Don't think so.it will soon be MINE..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00434.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Behind "bars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00441.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I went to view 5th uncle's flat just now.and it's VERY SMALL.i mean it's like..Not even able to Fit my bed and ALL my furnitures! and yah..not to forget,thats ALREADY the MASTER-BEDROOM.what about MY room.SO SMALL,TINY,inadequate for me.but.. it's easier to clear/manage,very cozy,very..my OWN!! . LoL!! there's always good things to think about when bad points are SHOT up to my attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00401.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00401.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually nothing much was done today,just the usual gathering among the TNG's family.We walked around punggol plaza and compasspoint..But the MOST thrilling part of the day was the taking of LRT. HaHa! i know,it sounds a little kuku* but really what.. this is my first time.I was amazed by the quietness at various location.But it's totally cool,like TOL-TALLY..woohoo! and i'm TALL enough!! =) In LRT station..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00505.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/DSC00505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't stop Me!! Please meimei*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i am guitaring a small Guitar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kuku-iest face..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/DSC00613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've took tonnes of picture,but when i was editing,ERROR in programme.I would understand if it's for ONCE.I never gave up and continued editing the same picture again.Damn! 2nd time.Error again! ..... ...ok... cool it... i am fInE?! i thought to myself:"it's alright sarah,do it again.Just remember to do it S..L..O..W " (cause i thought i did it too fast;just my silly THOUGHT") so i reopened it again and Ta..daaaaaaa...!! it went soooo... NOT FINE! argh.. .. despite my carefulness into doing the editing, It OCCURED PROBLEM AGAIN!!its the THIRD time.Believe it or not? GOSH..who could be as irritating as the programme??..I'm Fuming Mad,Pissed,hot-Headed.What the heck is wrong?!?! LOL ..never mind..I'm CHilled now..(frozen to be exact) i'm here Updating .I'll do it again tomorrow.I don't believe that i can't get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well lets see Sarah's Face today..oK?edited it just now before problem occurs..And it went so NICELY.. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/12%20nov%20sarah.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/12%20nov%20sarah.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/12%20nov%20sarah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/12%20nov%20sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's my cute cousin.and how she spent her day today..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Look at ME!Picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116336255497466653?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116336255497466653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116336255497466653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116336255497466653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116336255497466653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/viewing-flats-and-tngs-family-day.html' title='Viewing Flats! and Tng&apos;s family day..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116326807237616925</id><published>2006-11-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:45:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a way to spend a day..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/attitude%20problem.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/attitude%20problem.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/attitude%20problem.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's like a totally ..Slacking day! What the heck..Was supposed to do many things but it ended up doing Nothing at all..I just Hate it! I need to work..And working does help alot in "killing time"..Well good for kim, she's working already..Boredom will be robbed away by Pandora's Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently when i wake uP in the morning,i was already reprimanded by my father for choosing to go Genting still despite the tight cash we're facing now..But he said "up to US" (my bro and me). Hence being the more active, wildlife chaser, i said YES straight away.My uncle's paying for me,so i hope this will be ok with my dad.Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/room.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My art fell off again!! argh..What could i do next?? i sat quietly on my bed then flipped through my shelves and i found my COLOURING BOOK!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/clour%20book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/clour%20book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes..the thought of colouring my "fairytale princesses" book (which i longed to do but didn't have the TIME) was so luring .But when i started colouring the castle.. Mr Boredness visited me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I opened my cupboard and saw the Cross-stitch "fella" lying in there.I started figuring out how to continue it from my mum's work (8years ago).It was all ALMOST wrong!! i had to unstitch it patiently and make sure no unnecessary holes are created..*Whew* tough joB! But not any longer i stopped doing it (simply too "dead"). Ate my dinner first then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;DId My nails..WOohoo..Just dark red with blue dots.So deprived from my woman-ish side since exam period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-DA CHANG JING- is Up at 7:30 pm and YEAH!! easier to evaporate time this way..it's a 2 hour Show. Proven fact: Watching the TV is a terrific way to indulge your time in. Man's best friend is dog..Sarah Jane's best friend is TV.. *ah huh.. oh yeah! yeah! ah huh..* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/dog%20TV.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm moving HOUSE! oh yea! maybe to around punggol,seng kang .When i was younger, my parents will asked me about moving house..I will Give the *huFF puFF* face and walk off OR i will say *Don't want lahhhhhh..i like woodlands..* but i accepted it readily this year when it was brought up again..maybe cause i've finished secondary school LIFE..and i want to MOVE ON..what about my lil' bro? LOL .(not my problem anyway**) apologise for that thoughts bro but it's true right?? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALright ..Thats all about today..Nights..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-116326807237616925?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116326807237616925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116326807237616925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116326807237616925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116326807237616925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-way-to-spend-day.html' title='what a way to spend a day..!'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-116317863518145258</id><published>2006-11-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:06:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formally starting for blogs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/DSC00311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/DSC00311.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've already so-call finish my O'level so I will be updating my blog. Mainly about the life that i'm going through with christ leading me. This is going to be a living testimonials for people to see. i know it might sound kinda "Blah bLah" and "whatever" i mean..Who cares right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did math paper 2 in the afternoon and the results can be predicted now; fail! but it's alright.it's done already anyway.I have one more [science paper 1] and my O's are DONE!! Freaking fast! really "a blink of the eye" man.. i can't believe it,the moment that i longed for..for a very long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, shan't probed on that paper .I went for bible study today,mum's serving choir so i accompanied her. My cells don't like me to be early..but with god's grace we're early. Today's message was marvelous. Preaching is through a video, a video that Pastor Prince preached to hillsong Australia in mid-october. It's not the method of preaching but what's in the message .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;What is TRUTH when you don't BELIEVE it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Wife: Darling do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Husband:Yes i do love you. (this is the TRUTH..But..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Wife: *sceptical thoughts* (when woman &lt;strong&gt;don't believe&lt;/strong&gt; hence living in low self-esteem,rejected,sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&gt; So Moral is..Know and BELIEVE thats God's love is for me..For when I BELIEVE THAT, his love for me will grow exeedingly.I will be happy and elated to recieve that. It applys to our everyday life too..Lets just see how you apply it.If you believe,the message will help you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(you must be thinking ,what if it's a LIE..asked god..he will answer you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/sarah%20god"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/sarah%20god%27s%20daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I had doubts before and i know it best myself. "He" is always around me,whenever i called "daddy help me!".In WHATEVER the circumstances are.I LOOK up to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#003300;"&gt;I wouldn't say all this for the sake of saying.cause i could feel it..are my feelings part of just hallucination?..My exams especially,i did not study AT ALL for my O's,but it was prayers and his grace that brings miraculous wonders of me remembering all things that i've learnt.He gave me the strength and wisdom.And i believe i did better than i normally do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;That girl is father's New Creation Girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/food.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/200/food.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After church which was in the 10's time onwards. I had supper with mummy! we went to The Asian Kitchen in suntec city. She paid for it ..My parent's dating place after bible study..haha.. I love my mum and i took photo of her and me.We drank Longan red dates..i thought at first that it was a "oh PLEASE..Yucks*" ..but it's rare that my mum will like something like that..so i took a sip..and YUP..it's quite nice..LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/1600/mum%20and%20daughter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/609/320/mum%20and%20daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;very Sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mother!!Sophisticated,lovely and beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Elegance of "Golden Hair Awards" ladies..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Living fact] Under god's grace,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She still look young,and will always be young..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;+We Love, because he first LOVED us+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Put my eyes not on my love for god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;but my eyes on his love FOR ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;..for his love is always CONSTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8755675-116317863518145258?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/116317863518145258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=116317863518145258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116317863518145258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/116317863518145258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2006/11/formally-starting-for-blogs.html' title='Formally starting for blogs..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-113475704467722538</id><published>2005-12-17T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T02:17:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.Here i am to start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats Up with relationship man?i wonder.So many asking for advice but actually,come to realised it.it's nothing at all ! All you're gonna faced it ALONE..advice you can only listen...to heed..but it won't do much..you gotta solve it yourself man! Better still..let nature take its course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so bored..feeling so tired! working..working..i won a mickey yesterday in the arcade.. which cost me 14 bucks! but it's alright though.for one could easily cost till 20 plus!sometimes luck can be there but not always!i've spend the same amount to0 today.buT sigh..i've got nothing..alright thentake caree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gOtta chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-113475704467722538?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/113475704467722538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=113475704467722538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/113475704467722538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/113475704467722538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-here-again.html' title='i&apos;m here again'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-113440770066385190</id><published>2005-12-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:19:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life starts anew..As i write my life again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now my life starts again,as i write this new post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been pretty &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; this few days,well maybe mainly because i have a &lt;strong&gt;super clown&lt;/strong&gt; friend of mine working with me.The amount of enthusiasm of me going to work are much higher than i normally will have.We're rather &lt;strong&gt;idiotic and moron-ic &lt;/strong&gt;during work time,though with the status he's holding compared to mine.His smile is like this D_____D haha.Very cute!The sound of his laughter..LOL* muahahahahaha..cannot *&lt;strong&gt;tahan&lt;/strong&gt;* How could i even imagine?i Wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well ! same things happening almost like erm..eVerydaY? i've been playing Pool with my colleague,manager and friend.I'm improving!! oH yeah,indeed i am.nOthing much would be happening in my life..well.Just some same old routinal days of me meeting my sweetheart and soon after meeting ,i'll be ready for work..**sometimes i'm &lt;strong&gt;kinda frazzled&lt;/strong&gt; but then again..It's covered with his sweetness, so it's like nothing also!** I'm a lucky girl and he's a lucky gUy ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my&lt;strong&gt; darling&lt;/strong&gt;. -_- Sigh bUt..i'll be meeting him in The Morning.So happy.I can't complain when i'm with him,but yet when he's not with me.i'm like so Bored.=( If everyday i could just get a glimps of him beside me.i'll &lt;strong&gt;be contented&lt;/strong&gt;. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a new friend again.Hah..almost everyday i know someone.Can't helped it,i'm just to0 friendly..haaa..bleah =x... well back again! His name is Jia Yi ,well erm..a rather pathetic guy i should say.Don't have any sense of possitive-ness ..Gosh..how to move on? wake Up brother!! Find ways or any ,means to get out of one trial to another..why worry so much? just let nature takes it's course.alright? believe it will be a better day for you tomorrow alright? i kNow you can do it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing Out..take CarE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755675-113440770066385190?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/113440770066385190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=113440770066385190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/113440770066385190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/113440770066385190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life-starts-anewas-i-write-my-life.html' title='My Life starts anew..As i write my life again..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755675.post-109984274329815795</id><published>2004-11-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:52:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fIrsT tIme..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okie..this is mY first time using bLogSpot..and hmMm..wannA jUsT try out..heez&lt;/em&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/8755675-109984274329815795?l=rememberonce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/feeds/109984274329815795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8755675&amp;postID=109984274329815795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/109984274329815795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8755675/posts/default/109984274329815795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rememberonce.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-time.html' title='fIrsT tIme..'/><author><name>Sarah Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667613225838483666</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/_oTNzdtFisqU/ScjXPBuoZiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/d2EzCuK0uMM/S220/Blessed063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
