<?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-9672330</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:04:41.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^SundayChristian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6126714789975195983</id><published>2008-12-27T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:31:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Your Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And please don't fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;br /&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;br /&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;br /&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;br /&gt;And give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I want to give you life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you God, for Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting, praying and seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;By Your Side - Tenth Avenue North&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/9672330-6126714789975195983?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6126714789975195983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6126714789975195983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6126714789975195983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6126714789975195983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/12/by-your-side.html' title='By Your Side'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-4058016768623715335</id><published>2008-12-17T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:11:04.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Everything</title><content type='html'>Lalala... Been thinking of changing my handphone, but there weren't any nice phones out there that I would liked to have. Been looking at the Sony Ericssion W705 at the offical website, and I love how it looks like! Very pretty and it's a slider! I've been trying to break away from the candybar phones ever since I got my first phone! Too bad it isn't going to be release until next year Jan I heard. Take a look at the pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;W705 in &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Luxury Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cellphonesail.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/silver-front-slide.png?w=283&amp;amp;h=757"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 282px;" src="http://cellphonesail.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/silver-front-slide.png?w=283&amp;amp;h=757" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;W705 in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Passionate Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cellphonesail.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/red-front-slide.png?w=283&amp;amp;h=757"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 282px;" src="http://cellphonesail.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/red-front-slide.png?w=283&amp;amp;h=757" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think both colours look gorgeous! Which should I get? The phones will probably look slightly different in real life, so I got to wait till it's launched till I'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rather attracted to online shopping lately... It's a good thing I don't get paid much or I'll probably spend more online. At least I don't really buy clothes, but there's plenty of other stuff to look at: slippers, jewelery, shoes, make up, skin care, etc. Here's what I saw at gojane.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/gojane_2030_72964357"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/gojane_2030_72964357" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for this kind of sneaker-heels for the longest time! But knowing me, I'll probably just look. And it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; rather expensive, around US$28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems to be like a major decision every year.&lt;br /&gt;To serve or not to serve...&lt;br /&gt;Praying and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;For God's answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Our hearts will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Be glorified,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Be lifted high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Above all names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; For You our King,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; With everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; We will shout forth your praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; With everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; We will shout forth your praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With Everything -Hillsong&lt;/span&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/9672330-4058016768623715335?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/4058016768623715335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=4058016768623715335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/4058016768623715335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/4058016768623715335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-everything.html' title='With Everything'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6066284928811151550</id><published>2008-11-27T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:03:04.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Proposes, God Disposes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the use of talking when some people have the conversation all by themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one share their thoughts and insecurities when the other party only gives lectures instead of a listening ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'll never happen (not yet, at any rate)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hypocrite, saying that others use the same excuses.&lt;br /&gt;When all you say is the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fit into the mold or you're lazy and ill-disciplined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man proposes, but God disposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"The Lord foils the plans of the nations;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;He thwarts the purposes of the peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The purposes of His heart through all generations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Psalms 33:10-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Better than getting what I say I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Better than living the life that I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Better than the love anyone could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Better Than Life - Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-6066284928811151550?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6066284928811151550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6066284928811151550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6066284928811151550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6066284928811151550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-proposes-god-disposes.html' title='Man Proposes, God Disposes'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6489279363419573753</id><published>2008-11-05T14:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:22:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Cherry Mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disappointment, helplessness, sorrow&lt;br /&gt;such simple words for feelings that are so intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Trust in Him at all times, O people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;pour out your hearts to Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;for God is our refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[Psalms 62:8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I pour my feelings out to You...&lt;br /&gt;Your love keeps me running naught else could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to recommend..&lt;br /&gt;Starbuck's  new drink: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dark Cherry Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/SRFJ3ZBRQ0I/AAAAAAAAADA/UCkFR2uJx9k/s1600-h/dark+cherry+mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/SRFJ3ZBRQ0I/AAAAAAAAADA/UCkFR2uJx9k/s320/dark+cherry+mocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265070655330665282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an awesome chocolaty drink with a hint of cherry (:&lt;br /&gt;life's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;All of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;In every season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You are still God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have a reason to worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Desert Song - Hillsong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-6489279363419573753?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6489279363419573753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6489279363419573753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6489279363419573753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6489279363419573753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-cherry-mocha.html' title='Dark Cherry Mocha'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/SRFJ3ZBRQ0I/AAAAAAAAADA/UCkFR2uJx9k/s72-c/dark+cherry+mocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-5119908161569102816</id><published>2008-10-16T08:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:26:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Into You</title><content type='html'>Covenant, meaning a solemn contract, oath, or bond, is the customary word used to translate the Hebrew word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berith&lt;/span&gt;, as it is used in the Hebrew Bible. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Covenant is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Dictionary.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (In Biblical context) God's promise to His people&lt;br /&gt;2. An agreement, usually formal, between two or more persons to do or not do something specified&lt;br /&gt;3. (Verb) To enter into covenant&lt;br /&gt;4. (Verb) To promise by covenant; pledge&lt;br /&gt;5. (Verb) To stipulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, a covenant is an agreement and a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you break your promises? Everyone does so, there's no need to deny it. We're not perfect, we change our minds and our beliefs, or we simply just forget. A promise to our friends, family, or ourselves. And when they are broken, all kinds of excuses come tumbling out: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wasn't really a promise... It was an unspoken agreement... It's just a small matter... They won't remember it either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God remembers every covenant, especially those we make with Him. Call it what you want; a commitment, a pledge, a vow, it doesn't matter. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would rather not lie to you&lt;br /&gt;My disappointment is acute&lt;br /&gt;Consequences must be faced&lt;br /&gt;One decision changes things&lt;br /&gt;It's not a fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;No one said it would be easy&lt;br /&gt;You say it's not wrong&lt;br /&gt;But can you call it holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;And my heart along with that&lt;br /&gt;To live not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But yet for God&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you are getting yourself into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have been my comfort, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You said I love you and that's what you're getting into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into You - Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-5119908161569102816?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/5119908161569102816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=5119908161569102816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/5119908161569102816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/5119908161569102816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-into-you.html' title='Getting Into You'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6664750396554401114</id><published>2008-09-24T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:02:54.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop And Stare</title><content type='html'>*groans* It's been such a long time since I blogged. It was the middle of TEP (Teaching Enterprise Project) the last time I typed here. And now, here I am in at the beginning of IPP (Industrial Placement Program), aka attachment. All of a sudden, on the Wednesday of week 2, I've fallen into a state of melancholy. I never thought that I would miss my classmates so much. It's not that my workplace isn't pleasant or anything.. I guess it's more of the lack of familiar faces. With MS0601, I know how to react with things or people around, even if I'm not very close to them or anything. But here, as one of the youngest and newest... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my class of MS0601, we might not have been a perfect class, but we certainly understood (or at least, anticipated) each other behaviors. I miss seeing your faces even if we hardly exchange a word or two a day. And I realize how cheated I've been, thinking that I'll have some of you working in the same building as me. But nope, no one's in the same building, not now, only later, when half of IPP's already over. *laments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading what Kelvin said on the class blog about Eoin video only being funny when it's being watched with MS0601. And it's so true! It's only fun when it's being watched with people who know the person (in the case, Eoin) and his quirks. When I watch the video now, it makes me feel so emo knowing that our time as a class is gone, and that we're never, ever going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I miss the feeling of comfort in the TEP corridor. The floor was ours to do as we wished, to wreck havoc, stay late nights, and blast the same songs a million times (replay, replay, replay... Like a star, a star, a star...). We could watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whose Line&lt;/span&gt; while eating dinner, and laugh till out pants dropped. And no one could bother us (except our lecturers, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more going gaga over hot dogs (Cherylene!!), or saying 'Darling!... Not you.' (Shafinah), or anything alike anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;~unexpectedly missing MS0601~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Oh, can you see what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-6664750396554401114?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6664750396554401114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6664750396554401114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6664750396554401114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6664750396554401114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop And Stare'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-8591198172646630464</id><published>2008-06-15T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:58:45.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always walk away when I cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You might have known I was upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But bet you didn't know you made me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones..&lt;br /&gt;But words will never hurt me..&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Iris - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-8591198172646630464?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/8591198172646630464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=8591198172646630464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/8591198172646630464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/8591198172646630464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/06/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-649224714035247546</id><published>2008-05-08T09:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:40:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;majesty&lt;br /&gt;Your grace has found me just as i am&lt;br /&gt;empty handed but alive in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i need&lt;br /&gt;it is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Majesty - Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All For Love - Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;4 weeks down/17 weeks to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-649224714035247546?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/649224714035247546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=649224714035247546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/649224714035247546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/649224714035247546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/05/majesty-your-grace-has-found-me-just-as.html' title='You'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-3184063653002957454</id><published>2008-03-20T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:12:14.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep The Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Even as the crowd chants "Crucify him! Crucify him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep the Father's love for us&lt;br /&gt;How vast beyong all measure&lt;br /&gt;That He should give His only Son&lt;br /&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep the pain of searing loss&lt;br /&gt;The Father turns His face away&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the chosen One&lt;br /&gt;Bring many sons to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Man upon a cross&lt;br /&gt;My sin upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call out among the scoffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held Him there&lt;br /&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything&lt;br /&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;His death and resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-3184063653002957454?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/3184063653002957454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=3184063653002957454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/3184063653002957454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/3184063653002957454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-deep-fathers-love.html' title='How Deep The Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-951472836006769163</id><published>2008-02-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:30:14.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built To Last</title><content type='html'>The first day of Chinese New Year... which obiovusly equates to my exams being over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the usual CNY celebrations with my relatives, I've once again realized that I would rather spend my CNY with my friends because I don't really know my cousins very well. And now that we've all grown up/growing up, we're making the effort to bridge the gap. But the differences between us is pointed out every year: I've stopped gambling and drinking alchoholic drinks, and I don't know what to say to them when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really makes me wonder what's the missing link in my extended family that prevents us from bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places,&lt;br /&gt;But never found someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last (it's built to last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends saw from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa yeah, now look where we are.&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no escaping it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;You and I were made to get love right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last (it's built to last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are the sun in my universe,&lt;br /&gt;Considered the best when we've felt the worst.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-951472836006769163?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/951472836006769163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=951472836006769163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/951472836006769163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/951472836006769163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/02/built-to-last.html' title='Built To Last'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6737095568617909635</id><published>2008-01-24T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:41:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry me</title><content type='html'>The most stressful week of my 2 years in poly is nearly over :)&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 final presentation at 2 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(The 'O' level results are coming out at 2 pm too! I'm soooo nervous for them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend will be a nervous one (why oh why does he have school on that day??). Will I be able to live up to their expectations? God's expectations? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm trembling in anticipation for Jedidiah's first alumni outing :) I really miss them lots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You Lord for carrying me through the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know You'll continue to carry me even as I trust in You for things yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Carry me here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In Your arms of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Draw me close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want to be where You are.&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/9672330-6737095568617909635?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6737095568617909635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6737095568617909635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6737095568617909635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6737095568617909635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/carry-me.html' title='Carry me'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-7820562825864742853</id><published>2008-01-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:07:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Need is YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R4yOW1QibyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7S8SmOLvg94/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R4yOW1QibyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7S8SmOLvg94/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155652196337086242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;for everyone who has been listening to my ranting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my fears by the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Hear You speak, won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Fall to my knees as I lift my hands to pray&lt;br /&gt;Got every reason to be here again&lt;br /&gt;Father's Love, that draws me in&lt;br /&gt;And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You, Lord, is You Lord&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day and it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit calls my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to the voice of my Saviour once again&lt;br /&gt;Where would the world be without Your Son&lt;br /&gt;Gave His life to save the earth&lt;br /&gt;Rest in the thought that You're watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You, Lord, is You Lord&lt;br /&gt;All I need is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold the universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold everyone on earth&lt;br /&gt;You hold the universe&lt;br /&gt;You hold, You hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;all i need is &lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;thank You Lord&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/9672330-7820562825864742853?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/7820562825864742853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=7820562825864742853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/7820562825864742853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/7820562825864742853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-need-is-you.html' title='All I Need is YOU'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R4yOW1QibyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7S8SmOLvg94/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-5290771602458890813</id><published>2008-01-10T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:46:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Know Him</title><content type='html'>Everyone seeks to find their purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;Is it about getting the best grades?&lt;br /&gt;Earning the most money?&lt;br /&gt;Is it about finding one's true love?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life while it lasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be more to life than this.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of chasing things in life,&lt;br /&gt;Things we can't even hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;Such things that will fade away with time.&lt;br /&gt;This world is not everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only He is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;He gave up all for me.&lt;br /&gt;His love never changes, never fails.&lt;br /&gt;And I've found my purpose in life,&lt;br /&gt;To know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate for all You are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We chase Your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-5290771602458890813?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/5290771602458890813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=5290771602458890813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/5290771602458890813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/5290771602458890813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyone-seeks-to-find-their-purpose-in.html' title='To Know Him'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-579408922500497768</id><published>2008-01-03T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:07:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to Jabez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zNT1QibtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z5QuQ6JHtqU/s1600-h/Going+to+Pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zNT1QibtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z5QuQ6JHtqU/s320/Going+to+Pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151217814402658002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All gather around. Pastor Kenny is going to pray for Jabez and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zM6VQibsI/AAAAAAAAABM/7c7oHExppA8/s1600-h/The+Procession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zM6VQibsI/AAAAAAAAABM/7c7oHExppA8/s320/The+Procession.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151217376315993794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are going to check in for their flight. Look at the amount of people following them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zMgFQibrI/AAAAAAAAABE/pwKr0idprOc/s1600-h/Final+Wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zMgFQibrI/AAAAAAAAABE/pwKr0idprOc/s320/Final+Wave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151216925344427698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jabez and family have gone in. This is our final wave(s) to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zPBVQibuI/AAAAAAAAABc/HcOBVtIeGa0/s1600-h/Photo+with+Jabez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zPBVQibuI/AAAAAAAAABc/HcOBVtIeGa0/s320/Photo+with+Jabez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151219695598333666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo! All the youths with Jabez and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zPr1QibvI/AAAAAAAAABk/pS9zziuYdZw/s1600-h/Youth+Leaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zPr1QibvI/AAAAAAAAABk/pS9zziuYdZw/s320/Youth+Leaders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151220425742774002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The youth leaders with Jabez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zQBFQibwI/AAAAAAAAABs/xHzhkFLDe7Y/s1600-h/The+Years+Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zQBFQibwI/AAAAAAAAABs/xHzhkFLDe7Y/s320/The+Years+Together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151220790814994178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 19+ year olds with Jabez. This is special because the 6-7 years Jabez has spent leading the youth minstry, its the &lt;u&gt;same number of years we have been in the youth minstry&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember I mentioned that Eu Jin teared during the send-off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zR9FQibxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D8SHcpuKfuE/s1600-h/Eu+Jin+Had+Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zR9FQibxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D8SHcpuKfuE/s320/Eu+Jin+Had+Tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151222921118773010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look really closely, you might see his tears at the corner of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-579408922500497768?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/579408922500497768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=579408922500497768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/579408922500497768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/579408922500497768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell-to-jabez.html' title='Farewell to Jabez'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3zNT1QibtI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z5QuQ6JHtqU/s72-c/Going+to+Pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-6424131059246628848</id><published>2008-01-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:07:40.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Love Lasts Forever</title><content type='html'>Your mercy found me&lt;br /&gt;Upon the broken road&lt;br /&gt;And lifted me beyong my failing&lt;br /&gt;Into Your glory&lt;br /&gt;My sin and shame dissolved&lt;br /&gt;And now forever Yours I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love never to end&lt;br /&gt;To call You more than Lord&lt;br /&gt;Glorious friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw my life upon all that You are&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know You gave it all for me&lt;br /&gt;And when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;My soul will dance with you&lt;br /&gt;Where the love lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;Lord forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;How You gave Your life away&lt;br /&gt;Just to save me&lt;br /&gt;Lord You saved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having post-holidays syndrome. It is a combination of post-camp blues, post-telunas blues, post-afterglow blues, and post-sleepover blues. Which simply means a reluctance to go to school. And school is where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird leaving my house this morning. Because for the past 2 weeks, I leave home and meet Ch'ng Yi or Eu Jin at their block. This morning, I walked by their block on the way to the bus stop and I really wished that I was still having holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back on 2007 and I think December was my best month. I would say that I got to know Eu Jin and Jules more. And my friendship with Ch'ng Yi, Wen Chien, Joy, Zoey and Wini was strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3thqFQibkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3h4GjJbcVHE/s1600-h/Carry+Me+%28Day+3%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3thqFQibkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3h4GjJbcVHE/s320/Carry+Me+%28Day+3%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150817974422236738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending time with me last year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-6424131059246628848?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6424131059246628848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=6424131059246628848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6424131059246628848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/6424131059246628848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-love-lasts-forever.html' title='Where The Love Lasts Forever'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZg7IQY0Law/R3thqFQibkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3h4GjJbcVHE/s72-c/Carry+Me+%28Day+3%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-8966663720717034273</id><published>2008-01-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:00:56.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>A new year, a new start for my blog? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a year of changes. Joining a different CG, having a new youth pastor... Change is always constant in life, but more so &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt; last year (or so it seems to me). And in the midst of all this, I thank GOD for GOD Himself, who is unchanging. He awaits with open arms, and carries me during the most trying times. He is my comfort and shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love because He first loved us.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Jabez and his family off today. While we were taking photos, I was really touched when Eu Jin started tearing. I'm proud of him, but looking at him made me wanna cry. I'm really going to miss Jabez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-8966663720717034273?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/8966663720717034273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=8966663720717034273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/8966663720717034273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/8966663720717034273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-117505956064025911</id><published>2007-03-28T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:26:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! My blog's dead!</title><content type='html'>*congrats to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my blog's dead , lets move on to other matters.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet is finally here!!! I anticipate a pool, good food, lots of fun and little sleep! Hope to take plenty of photos with my handphone. Then, i'll have something to upload on my blog =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-117505956064025911?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/117505956064025911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=117505956064025911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/117505956064025911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/117505956064025911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-my-blogs-dead.html' title='Yay! My blog&apos;s dead!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116991407917678003</id><published>2007-01-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:07:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Christian</title><content type='html'>I think my blog should change it's name to SATURDAY christian. 'Cause now, instead of Sunday, i spend the whole of Saturday in church. Which means i'm out on saturday and the whole world thinks i went out shopping or something. So annoying. How on earth can i do my work on Sunday when people want it by Saturday? This complicates my life and makes people pissed off at me. Fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116991407917678003?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116991407917678003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116991407917678003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116991407917678003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116991407917678003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-christian.html' title='Saturday Christian'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116900908867376292</id><published>2007-01-17T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:44:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeping the cobwebs away</title><content type='html'>See the cobwebs around? *dryly* Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sappy love stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Fung, a National Junior College student, believes that she has the ability to curse others with her words. She keeps to herself, in her own world, having only a single friend, Landy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Wu (yes, his chinese name is Wu Zhong Xian), on the other hand, is cheerful, popular, and in NJC too (much to the dismay of Joanna). His purpose is to draw Joanna out of her shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a typical love story, huh? But as you read the story, you come to realise that there is more than meets the eye. I don't know, but for me, the twists and turns of the story were expected. Still, i haven't finished reading the story so i have no idea to the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the First 17 chapters to the story: &lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm"&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are only 20 chapters altogether. And i have yet to get the book. So i have no idea what happens in the last 3 chapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116900908867376292?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116900908867376292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116900908867376292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116900908867376292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116900908867376292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweeping-cobwebs-away.html' title='Sweeping the cobwebs away'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116584359703006756</id><published>2006-12-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:56:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Am I</title><content type='html'>Finally blogging again. I just finished my youth camp last friday and i'm still in terrible need of sleep. Kinda glad lessons got cancelled today, i got some sleep back (yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the running around and going back for a tiring ICA, i hardly stopped to think or breath. All spare time was spent on writing or preparing something for my mortal in camp. Which in turn made me feel sad as my angel didn't write anything till wed (he only wrote a single lone note, by the way, plus a packet of sweets). I had hoped to get more encouragement, more notes, more everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn something, that is to trust the Lord. Indeed He has planned everything as he best sees fit. But sometimes one just can help but worry about things they can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish God had made some things clearer. He had touched me, among the many others. But my questions are still not answered. Do i not see the answer, or does God want me to wait? How long till i understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here Am I - Forerunner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before You, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no pretenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be still now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for Your voice&lt;br /&gt;Never have i known such &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;doesn't have a choice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the world just slips away&lt;br /&gt;As i feel my broken heart begin to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am i, with nothing much to offer&lt;br /&gt;Just a child who'd serve You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if You want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;show Your strength through such weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am i, send me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around i see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Trying their best to somehow make it through&lt;br /&gt;So many times i've chosen &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing inside &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;how much they needed You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to know, they need to see&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus paid the price to set them free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am i, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nothing much to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a child who'd serve You willingly&lt;br /&gt;So if You want to show Your strength through such weakness&lt;br /&gt;Here am i, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;send me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116584359703006756?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116584359703006756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116584359703006756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116584359703006756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116584359703006756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-am-i.html' title='Here Am I'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116346958763315520</id><published>2006-11-14T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:59:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After another long while, i'm finally updating again. This past week has been really cool and intereseting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I went for Jalan Raya. About 20 people from my class gathered together on thuraday, 9th November, to visit seven houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if my memory serves:&lt;br /&gt;Sathiya, Shafinah, Pei Ting, Zafirah, Iffah, Charelene, Jacintha, Iqah, Ila, Anjana, Syzani, Huda, Cindy, Sara, Fiz, Eoin, Kelvin, Matthew, Habez, Leonard &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 21 people, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really so cool seeing everyone wearing all the traditional clothes. The most comman colour was blue and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q45/MS0601/Jalan%20Raya/TheBlues.jpg" height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q45/MS0601/Jalan%20Raya/FullGrayscale.jpg" height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grayscale&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116346958763315520?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116346958763315520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116346958763315520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116346958763315520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116346958763315520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-another-long-while-im-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q45/MS0601/Jalan%20Raya/th_TheBlues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116179306573027595</id><published>2006-10-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:26:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Poets Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/49/Dead_poets_society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/49/Dead_poets_society.jpg" width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever watched the film 'Dead Poets Society'? A little ancient, i'll admit, being a 1989 film and all. I watched the show as part of my English lesson in sec 4 (those in english class band 1 2004 a.k.a. Aspire should remember the movie). Definately a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and short of it is that an English teacher at a 1950s boys' school trying to inspire his students to overcome their reluctance to make changes in their lives, while stiring up their interests in poetry and literature (almost directly lifted up from Wikipedia: click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Poets_Society"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the Wiki article).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my main point of bringing up this film is the actors. Should i say really handsome actors? Well, in my opinion, yes. I distinctly remembering my teacher, Mr. A. Wong asking us (as in the girls) if one of the reasons why we enjoyed the film was because the guys were handsome. Uh huh, sure. Then he proccedded to say that since the film is really old, those handsome guys were like probably dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the main point of my main point: I accidentally found out that the lead actor is still alive and kicking. Oh wait, the main character is played by Robin Williams. I mean the other character, the one who **SPOILER** wants to act instead of study medicine like his Dad wants him to do. The handsome young guy who shoots himself with his father's revolver after acting in a play. **SPOILER ENDS** Yes, remember him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor's name is Robert Sean Leonard. Probably doesn't ring a bell for anyone. Does House from Fox ring a bell? You know, the hospital show whose lead character is Dr. House who walks with limp, uses a cane, and even more scarastic than... who knows? This Robert guy plays Dr. Wilson, the closest friend of Dr. House. If you know what i'm talking about, you've probably followed or at least watched the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, he's still good looking at 37. Yes, i know, a little old for me. Just wanted to defuse the notion created by my teacher that he's dead. He's just 37!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116179306573027595?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116179306573027595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116179306573027595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116179306573027595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116179306573027595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/10/dead-poets-society.html' title='Dead Poets Society'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116161517018045804</id><published>2006-10-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:52:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things people would steal</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many of you who live in HDBs woulds have heard of shoes getting stolen if left outside. Especially if the shoes are expensive, branded, or in most cases, both. I've had friends who had their Converse or Addias sneakers stolen because they accidentally left them outside for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've never had my shoes stolen. Or lost. The one and only time i lost my slippers was when i went to Desaru with my family and they got washed away by the waves &lt;i&gt;while&lt;/i&gt; i was wearing them. No idea how that happened, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i just discovered something else people would steal if you left them outside your flat. You'd be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cagesbydesign.com/graphics/products/asssorted%20vines.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call a plastic vine. Artifical vine. Main purpose = decoration. Why anyone would want to steal it is simply out of this world. I'd admit that the one &lt;s&gt;hanging on my gate&lt;/s&gt; that used to hang on my gate before it got stolen looks prettier with small little plastic sunflowers, but still...! And it's like &lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt; years old, faded and dusty like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird things we humans do. Reminds me of Kel's tale of being robbed by a mat. The werids things people would want instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116161517018045804?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116161517018045804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116161517018045804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116161517018045804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116161517018045804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-people-would-steal.html' title='The things people would steal'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116095587881217517</id><published>2006-10-16T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:08:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new phone please?</title><content type='html'>It's like so freaking early now.. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to change my mobile phone for some time now. It's a toss up between Nokia and Sony Ericsson. But since Nokia's models doesn't suit my tastes and when it does, they're priced at some &lt;i&gt;humongous&lt;/i&gt; pricing. So unless someone has a good recomendation for a Nokia phone, it'll be SE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SE, it's also a battle between two phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The W700i   vs   The K610i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b127/summerflake/Posters/W700i.jpg" width=150&gt; &lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b127/summerflake/Posters/K610i.jpg" width=150&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who says that the W700i is good. Since she uses it, she should know. But i don't know anyone who has the K610i. According to internet reviews, both phones are not fantastic. And the K610i has it's successor, the K618i. Thing is, this successor is only sold at M1, so far. And i'm a Singtel customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone one else got an opinion to share, please feel free. I'm in desperate need of a new phone. Currently, mine has no mp3, no bluetooth, and worse of all, no camera. I. Need. A. New. Phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116095587881217517?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116095587881217517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116095587881217517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116095587881217517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116095587881217517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-phone-please.html' title='A new phone please?'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b127/summerflake/Posters/th_W700i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116044574908455632</id><published>2006-10-10T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:08:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Sem Timetable</title><content type='html'>Have you guys (MS01) checked out the timetable? Mondays are gonna turn into forever-days. Like really. Starts at 8am, ends at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the-hate-calculations-people, Tuesday is the day of MEDIA FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you realise, that we see Azhar &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; days out of &lt;i&gt;five&lt;/i&gt;? On the day you don't see him, we get to have Ms Kannan. Like on Wednesday. Agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soozles takes us for integrated project. I foresee fun and enjoyment. And plenty of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing an end to my late Sunday nights. Gone. Oh well, hope we survive this sem better than the first. Those management courses are a problem. 'Cept finance...i hope...&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/9672330-116044574908455632?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116044574908455632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116044574908455632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116044574908455632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116044574908455632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-sem-timetable.html' title='2nd Sem Timetable'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-116003723621152147</id><published>2006-10-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:35:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluggish</title><content type='html'>Funny how when i'm at home i just want to ignore the world outside. Like ignoring my moblie phone, not checking my email unless absolutely needed, and not blogging. Some times it feels nice the cut off the world, to say, refresh yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, if you cut yourself off for too long, you feel kinda lathargic, no energy or much will to do anything. And things get really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not as if i'm really dead stuck at home. I'm busy every other week for youth camp. And there's church on weekends. Still, i feel sluggish anyway. And i hate falling into a routine. Maybe thats why i don't constantly blog or check my email. I'll do it for a while and then break out of it. Jeez... School and church are probably the most constant things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm just plain lazy. It's too troublesome for me to make the effort? That makes me sound ultimate lazy. Don't get me wrong, i love being busy. Having things to do. It's just that when i settle down, i can't be bothered to start up again. At least until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... is there a cure for this? *shugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-116003723621152147?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/116003723621152147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=116003723621152147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116003723621152147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/116003723621152147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/10/sluggish.html' title='Sluggish'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115863380376405877</id><published>2006-09-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:43:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Got a new webband.&lt;/s&gt; Made a new webband. Was really bored and i had wanted to make my own for a really long time now. Just never got round to doing it till now, lazy me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda, u changed ur blogskin again. Do you still want me to do one for you? If so send me your banner when you're done with it. 'Cause i realised that i'll need to see the size of ur banner and all to match the colour and everything. And i remembered you ain't fond of too many colours yeah. If you still want me to do one for you then must tell me what colour you want and everything. Like the background is black and secondary colours are red and white or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just can't resist rubbing it in... Kel, Man Utd lost despite the odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115863380376405877?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115863380376405877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115863380376405877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115863380376405877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115863380376405877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/09/thirsty_19.html' title='Thirsty?'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115830828788178055</id><published>2006-09-15T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:20:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FPC (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Still on the topic of the chalet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm not drunk.&lt;/span&gt;" Eoin and Gen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since they really insisted and could walk perfectly in a straight line, you got to believe them. Still, those out-of-the-blue i-feel-amused laughter &lt;u&gt;without&lt;/u&gt; any reason were enough. Eoin, i think just does not have a high alcohol tolerance. Gen, however, had THREE (or was it four?) cups of vodka. Since the mix was half a cup of absolut vodka with sprite/ orange juice, she had downed about 2 cups of vodka? And oh, did i mention that absolut vodka had a 40% alcohol composition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bicycle i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kel's smaller blue bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The brakes are almost non-existent and the sit jerks up painfully. Thank goodness i'm not a guy. I pity Matt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pool moment i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Ila, Manda, Pei Ting and me were like forced into conversation with this important sounding guy (won't mention his full name in case he googles his name or something). And he told us that we could be his daughters T_T. Sugar daddy? Just kidding. But seriously, we were wondering when would he just leave us to our suntanning devices. Matt should have went with us. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last night when all remaining 12 of us squeezed in a room with 6 beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We chatted and joked and time just refused to move. Almost like we were in another dimension as Manda said. It was also the night when Shafinah and me went to the hall to sleep instead 'cause we couldn't sleep in the room. Call it brave or foolish. If i weren't so tired at that point of time, it might have occuried to my brain that it was almost 5am in the morning. Where &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; other 10 people in the chalet were in the room we just left. And there's &lt;i&gt; no one&lt;/i&gt; else about. Don't forget the looming frangipani tree is just outside the window. Wide open windows without the curtains drawn. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scary moment i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Manda couldn't see well after the swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bet you were thinking &lt;i&gt; scary as in saw something i wasn't supposed to see and i peed in my pants scary&lt;/i&gt;. Kinda reminded me of the times i saw double. It's like you're wondering &lt;i&gt; what's wrong with my body?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heart-stopping moment i'll remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i was going to crash in to Kel or the wall beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sitiuation was that Kel and i had just been to Changi Village and bought three 1.5l of mineral water. On the way back, the thinner-than-paper Cheers plastic bag gave way. Kel braked. And i, cycling behind him, was using the one bicycle i'll remember (read above). You should have ken by now that i wanted to brake but &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt;. By chance or skill, or a mixture of both, i avoided Kel, scraped the wall, and finally stopped a good distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all i can remember for now. Maybe i'll edit if i remember some more. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115830828788178055?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115830828788178055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115830828788178055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115830828788178055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115830828788178055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/09/fpc-part-ii.html' title='FPC (Part II)'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115825133030184905</id><published>2006-09-14T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:44:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Point Chalet</title><content type='html'>My first chalet will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that the freaky place is really &lt;i&gt;freaky&lt;/i&gt;. Did i mention it was freaky? My room has a locked storeroom conected to it!! A LOCKED storeroom! 'Cause, Sara didn't think it was a good idea to freak us out more and didn't unlock all the storerooms. Still... My room was the only one without any 'sightings'. But then again, our resident 'sighter' didn't spend much time in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the place gives me the creeps. Ser-i-ous creeps. I mean, how can it not? It's dark and forbidding, and surrounded by frangipani trees. Gosh, of all the trees, there had to be one right outside the front door at the BBQ pit. You bet i prayed a lot during my stay there. And was i ever grateful that i brought my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the food was good and the company was great. All in all, fantastic time there. The funniest part of the chalet has got to be when the vodka was taken out. Some people just turned &lt;i&gt;soooooooo&lt;/i&gt; red after drinking. Namely, Eoin. Sara has a picture of him so red, he looks sunburnt. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115825133030184905?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115825133030184905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115825133030184905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115825133030184905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115825133030184905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/09/fairy-point-chalet.html' title='Fairy Point Chalet'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115759999167348824</id><published>2006-09-07T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:44:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Only Imagine</title><content type='html'>Okie, before my blog goes dead again, here's an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video in church serval weeks ago. It's very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; touching. It's about this father and son, Dick and Rick Hoyt. They are in a triathlon in this video. Thing is, Rick can't walk or talk since birth. Really inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryCTIigaloQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryCTIigaloQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="335" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is "I Can Only Imagine" by Mercy Me. I really like the song too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it will be like&lt;br /&gt;When I walk&lt;br /&gt;By Your side&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes will see&lt;br /&gt;When Your face&lt;br /&gt;Is before me&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel&lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for You Jesus or in awe of You be still&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence or to my knees will I fall&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the Son&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When all I will do&lt;br /&gt;Is forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever worship You&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115759999167348824?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115759999167348824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115759999167348824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115759999167348824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115759999167348824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='I Can Only Imagine'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115683661323570459</id><published>2006-08-29T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:30:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Makeover</title><content type='html'>Now that the holidays are here, i've finally changed my blogskin. After a painstakingly whole day, it's done. Sorry  Amanda(01), it's still kinda colourful. Guess i can't live in a black and white world. Hope it doesn't hurt your eyes as much as the previous one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since i'm so bored, i guess i just have to blog more (Eoin, i'm bloging more than you now). Talking about my blogskin, i'd say i like what i see (duh!). Actually, i did another version of the background. My brother said he prefered this one though. Click &lt;a href="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Christian/SundayChristian.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag me to say which one you like better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, let's see i have for the next few months ahead...&lt;br /&gt;1 Sep - Marina Sq. with Yen and Van&lt;br /&gt;3 Sep - Open Sunday Worship&lt;br /&gt;11-13 Sep - Class Chalet&lt;br /&gt;17 Sep - Extended Worship&lt;br /&gt;4-8 Dec - Youth Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet is coming up!! I can't wait! It will be very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, before i forget, I get a skip a week of school in December!! *grins from ear to ear* Lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Aishah!! If you're reading this, let's meet up some time! I miss you soooooo much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115683661323570459?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115683661323570459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115683661323570459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115683661323570459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115683661323570459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-makeover.html' title='Blog Makeover'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115655608280457703</id><published>2006-08-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:32:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cRaZy NeigHBoUr</title><content type='html'>Can anyone please enlighten me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; on earth shifts furniture at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.30a.m.&lt;/span&gt;?! It's in the freaking &lt;u&gt;morning&lt;/u&gt;!! Can't I get any decent sleep? Grrr... *feels a headache getting on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people get to wake up with 'Bump!Bump!...Bump!Bump!Bump!' in the morning, from your ceiling, no less. Guess i must be really really &lt;s&gt;unlucky&lt;/s&gt; lucky. *bangs my head against the wall* One of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rare &lt;/span&gt;Saturdays which i do &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; automatically wake up before 8a.m. and i have a BAKA(1) upstairs to drive me crazy. Of all the mother of Saturdays... Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off, i walked out of my room and is, of course, enlightened by my mother. I also have &lt;u&gt;another&lt;/u&gt; crazy AHOU(2) which drills &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; 9p.m. at night. Appearently, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahou who drills at night = baka who shifts furniture in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... It seems so quiet now... The baka upstairs seems happy with his furniture arrangement. &lt;i&gt;Finally. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Baka - Stupid&lt;br /&gt;(2) Ahou - Idiot&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/9672330-115655608280457703?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115655608280457703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115655608280457703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115655608280457703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115655608280457703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-neighbour.html' title='cRaZy NeigHBoUr'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115442170235131560</id><published>2006-08-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:41:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Is Almost Dead..</title><content type='html'>Whee... Making my blog dead is fun. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is class now wasting time. Got a project presentation due tomorrow first thing in the morning. Knn's presentation. And i have not even finished the report!! Eoin!! Ila!! How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so being amused by Kel and Eoin and Habez who are next to me right now. Especially Eoin, like of course. And poor Kel can't find his tie and he keeps repeating "I can't find my tiiieeee. I want my tiiieeee." *laughing out loud* Kel might kill me when he reads this (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together in class with me, are the people who are going to interview Azhar later. According to sources, we can only edge in between 4 to max 10 question. Wah... so little... Guess teachers can really talk. Hah. My turn is next Tuesday. Hope i don't have a blank mind on the day. Slience on air will just fail my ICA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115442170235131560?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115442170235131560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115442170235131560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115442170235131560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115442170235131560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-is-almost-dead.html' title='Blog Is Almost Dead..'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115205230575054768</id><published>2006-07-05T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:36:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Chills</title><content type='html'>Here am i at 6am in the morning after watching the Germany Vs Italy semi-final..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very cheated.. 'Cause Italy had to score 2 mins just before extra time was up... I was already anticipating a penatly shoot out which the Germans would have won. Being a football fan and hardly watching the world cup this year, i missed the few shoot outs... And thank goodness i couldn't/ didn't watch the England one.. I'm simply sick of watch England lose their shoot outs at every major competition i've watched them play in for like the past 6 or more years... And Netherlands also have a sucky record.. For once, i hope to watch the team i support win the penatlies. Not meant to be i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this boils down to a bet which will make me lose weight by dieting and exercise.. No idea what i'm talking about? Well, i'm gonna be a personal carrier for one week and treat someone to Fish and Co. (in another words, i'll survive on bread and water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, both Germany and Italy were fantastic teams, the match was great... But the Germans ran out of steam. I've got to say though, Jens Lehmann put on an excellent performance. But you can't expect Lehmann to defend all by himself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kelvin, Leonard and Habez: I hope Portugal beats France and kicks Italy out, winning the world cup. But that's like &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115205230575054768?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115205230575054768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115205230575054768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115205230575054768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115205230575054768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-chills.html' title='World Cup Chills'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115087200367687731</id><published>2006-06-21T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:40:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing My Guts Out</title><content type='html'>Great, half the time my voice sounds horrible and i can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is my sore throat and cough goin to die off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's judo today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope Francis doesn't do me in with his training. I still have a stand-up-per to present on the first day of school. See, no one can be as &lt;i&gt;lucky&lt;/i&gt; as me, always getting to present on the first day. And i haven't even done the script yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to feeling crappy with my whole body hurting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115087200367687731?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115087200367687731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115087200367687731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115087200367687731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115087200367687731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/coughing-my-guts-out.html' title='Coughing My Guts Out'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115047375372291739</id><published>2006-06-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:22:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KinDa SiCkLy..</title><content type='html'>Kinda really sick yesterday. Woke up with a really sore and painfull throat. Like at 6am, and down-ed loads of water to try to ease my throat. Popped a couple of mint sweets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jiaying for lunch =) Had project meeting at 1pm and moved to the library to do. Super cold air-con but but my throat didn't die as i was plying it with &lt;u&gt;tons&lt;/u&gt; of water. Didn't do anything much then went home. Felt super duper &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; by then. Slept some. Took a shower, ate dinner and slept somemore. I was like, *whiny tone*i &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; wanna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;! Had a fever. Super sian. Popped panado.. wanted to go for judo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, first thing was take my temperature. Phew.. no fever. Throat not as bad as the day before.. but, coughed out something yellow with spots of red.. Was like crap, got colour must be quite sick... An infection. Oh well, went to school for another project and this was productive (thank goodness). Then went for judo. Wasn't a tough training so it was fine. But me being smart me, had to eat McSpicy for dinner. So, my throat's gone again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.o~) in a sad mood, 'cause i can't sing (which i love and can't live without) with my throat like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115047375372291739?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115047375372291739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115047375372291739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115047375372291739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115047375372291739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/kinda-sickly.html' title='KinDa SiCkLy..'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115034138550193157</id><published>2006-06-15T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:16:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeTteR FraMe oF MinD</title><content type='html'>Feeling better today =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been cheered up by Wilson.. He promises to get pinched by me tml at judo so yay!! (guess i'm a little sadist.. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of my moods.. the darker side of prissy.. which of course no one hardly ever sees... which is good for all my friends, or they'll be afraid prissy will eat them up =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, supposed to get going on my indivual ICAs but nooooo... I'm here blogging away.. And then going to school for another project... Guess i'll procrastinate again ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-115034138550193157?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115034138550193157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115034138550193157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115034138550193157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115034138550193157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/better-frame-of-mind.html' title='BeTteR FraMe oF MinD'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-115030339253231079</id><published>2006-06-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:53:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoTtLeD uP</title><content type='html'>A teacher of mine once said that i had expressive eyes: when i am displeased/ bored/ happy, its obvious through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if its still true.. That i express myself through my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have i learnt to put on so many masks, layer after layer, no one can see the real me anymore. When i'm turmoiled, no one seems to see. Or simply, no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer is &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; able to see through my smiles, to see the &lt;u&gt;inner&lt;/u&gt; me. Where i question myself and life around me. No one asks, so &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't life be &lt;b&gt;simpler&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;s&gt;A family which threatens to break up&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;people who hook my name with a guy's&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;a walk with God that feels so stagent for a long while now&lt;/s&gt;, all these are not needed. Can i just toss them &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;jaded&lt;/span&gt; at the age of 17 years 7 months and 1 days.&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/9672330-115030339253231079?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/115030339253231079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=115030339253231079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115030339253231079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/115030339253231079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/bottled-up.html' title='BoTtLeD uP'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114992640875357322</id><published>2006-06-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:00:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Not Interested</title><content type='html'>Funny how my entry on being attached made my friends think that some guy was chasing after me. Maybe it was the way i phrased my sentence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always maintained that all i want is friendship.. Maybe it seems to you that my body lanuage or actions speak otherwise. Or i seem to be putting out signals that i'm interested in some guy. Hey, i've always clicked better with guys.. My first best/close friend in primary one was a guy for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think i'm flirting or whatever, but seriously, i'm not. I'm not even &lt;i&gt;interested&lt;/i&gt; in going into a relationship. Why on earth would i borther to flirt? Waste of my energy, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, i'm not interested in any guy currently, nor do i have any desire to be in a relationship. Single life suits me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours have always dogged me since the second i walked into my secondary school. This guy... That guy... Now at NYP, its the same. Crap, its not my life's goal to be forever connected to a guy's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wants to meet up with my gal pals these 2 weeks of break, sms me ^^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114992640875357322?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114992640875357322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114992640875357322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114992640875357322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114992640875357322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-not-interested.html' title='Just Not Interested'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114952814328207540</id><published>2006-06-06T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:00:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RamLy BuRgEr</title><content type='html'>So far i've gotten 2 of my ICA marks back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soozles ICA1 = C-&lt;br /&gt;Azhar ICA1 = A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it sort of even-ed out for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today people in class saw me pressing a tissue to my big toe of my left foot and asked me "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "Leonard happened."&lt;br /&gt;Not to make Leonard feel bad or anything, but just when the shape of the nail was nice and all... it got ripped out... at least the front was... and there was no blood, or at least i thought so.. till i reached the lift.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really hurt much, just looks really painful - and ugly not to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've got to announce..*drumroll* i've eaten my &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; ramly burger!! &lt;s&gt;Delicious&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yummy&lt;/b&gt; food! And all thanks to &lt;i&gt;Habez&lt;/i&gt;! He was looking rather down today... Cheer up HaBeZ!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes to watch xmen: the last stand by this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114952814328207540?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114952814328207540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114952814328207540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114952814328207540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114952814328207540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/ramly-burger.html' title='RamLy BuRgEr'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114934810804589679</id><published>2006-06-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:21:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Cycling!</title><content type='html'>My first night cycling trip! Was yesterday night, which explains why i'm soooooooo tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the judokas for night cycling at ECP. Rented bicycles for $7 each... cheap ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, dinner stop at ECP hawker centre. Then we moved out of ECP to Suntec area. Was a educational ride. Tour guide - Aydeng. Quite interesting, actually. Learnt lots of new stuff... Like there's 5 offical merlions in Singapore. Visited war memorials, Supreme Court, Fullerton. Mainly, the sights  around Singapore River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was a supper stop at Lao Pa Sa. Yummy wanton noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was Chinatown. Saw the main street where Chinatown originated. The temple there used to face the swamp and sea. That same temple is where my primary school, Chongfu Primary started as a girls school. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aydeng brought us to see many Chinese-styled house, which i actually kinda like these type of houses. Really unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to say, i've finally stepped into the Tiong Bahru Railway Station. Looked really old fashioned but i like the Victorian style in which the station was build in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chinatown, we went back to ECP and chiong-ed all the way the Bedok Jetty. Really could not keep up with the front people like Joseph and Junjie. Junjie was like couldn't see him anymore after we did a head count in ECP. Then Joseph was actually behind. Really behind. He caught up. Overtook. And the next thing i know, can't see him anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goodness for my prior experience cycling with Linus and co. If not, i dun think i could have survived this night cycling trip. I think i'm the only one whose butt doesn't hurt. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, need to train my stamina. And i'm still so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Hard Gay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114934810804589679?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114934810804589679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114934810804589679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114934810804589679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114934810804589679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/06/night-cycling.html' title='Night Cycling!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114857287362482569</id><published>2006-05-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:01:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at the OrDiNaRy</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Angel in Disguise&lt;/u&gt; by Corrine May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue&lt;br /&gt;and I stumbled out of bed&lt;br /&gt;and dragged my feet across the room&lt;br /&gt;Right outside my front door was a rose&lt;br /&gt;and a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out on the street it starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;and before I get soaking wet,&lt;br /&gt;A total stranger runs to give me&lt;br /&gt;the jacket off his back&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to thank him&lt;br /&gt;But he waves me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;He puts on a halo and starts to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look at Paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to&lt;br /&gt;an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a good friend for lunch&lt;br /&gt;and we had a delicious meal&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot to bring my wallet&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an imbecile&lt;br /&gt;But she was sweet, she gave me a treat and&lt;br /&gt;Bought me a chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;To take home for tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out on the street with nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;A man and his shopping cart go&lt;br /&gt;Travelling to places,&lt;br /&gt;Collecting social graces&lt;br /&gt;I give him my sandwich&lt;br /&gt;and we chatter for a while&lt;br /&gt;I see a rainbow wash over his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He gives me his halo and&lt;br /&gt;I start to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to hide away from me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to&lt;br /&gt;an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Everyday can be legendary&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, an endless surprise&lt;br /&gt;You could be the next angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114857287362482569?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114857287362482569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114857287362482569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114857287362482569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114857287362482569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-look-at-ordinary.html' title='Take a look at the OrDiNaRy'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114835457978283804</id><published>2006-05-23T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:22:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoMe DaY mY pRiNcE wiLL cOmE</title><content type='html'>Attached... has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be attached... yet, i &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine... if i can already be hurt so much by a friend, what more a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... try not to have such high expectations about them...&lt;br /&gt;Or better none at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher the expectations the higher the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All disappointed many times i've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing... i &lt;b&gt;Hate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fickle&lt;/span&gt; guys...&lt;br /&gt;When i like someone... it takes me a freaking long time to settle on the fact that i like him...&lt;br /&gt;But once i'm settled on him, i will &lt;b&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt; be fickle and like someone else at the same time/ stop liking him in one month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fickleness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114835457978283804?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114835457978283804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114835457978283804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114835457978283804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114835457978283804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-day-my-prince-will-come.html' title='SoMe DaY mY pRiNcE wiLL cOmE'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114805378989262156</id><published>2006-05-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:49:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaRceLoNa DiD a DoUbLe!</title><content type='html'>Slacked today... Had no school but had to drop by school to do an interview for my Azhar ICA. Interview done, 90% more to go. Need to dicuss with Gen our Soozles project. And i need to snap my fingers and make my news reading script appear. 3 ICAs and a busy weekend in church and not too add, the &lt;b&gt;big walk&lt;/b&gt;. Gosh, can't wait till its all over and done with next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And insteat of doing any of my ICAs, i just finished watching 'Hitch'. Whee... It's a good movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i'm blogging now instead of doing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's still tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And the day after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to shout this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F.C.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;, Winners of the UEFA Champions League!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114805378989262156?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114805378989262156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114805378989262156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114805378989262156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114805378989262156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/barcelona-did-double.html' title='BaRceLoNa DiD a DoUbLe!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114744459846078823</id><published>2006-05-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:36:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoaK Up THe WaTeR</title><content type='html'>Today's cycling was fun fun fun!! Though my knees died by the second/third hour when we went into AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out around 8.30am and stopped at Chong Pang for breakfast. Chee Kuei!! But i couldn't finish my 6 pieces because by the 5th piece, i was too disgusted with the amount of oil. Followed the MRT line all the way to Bishan (think that i did quite well considering i rode a stunt bike all the way to bishan from Sembawang). Then, hmmm... Fam wanted to go MacRitchie Reservior so we started there. But ended up not doing anything much there and we procecced on to Thomson Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomson Plaza... Ate some deserts and then Jue Yi decided to nap at the food court, letting the four of us play bridge. And that went on for abt one and a half hours which we then procecced to have our lunch (i must say that their fried fish meat bee hoon is really nice ^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head back to woodlands after lunch considering that Raymund and Jue Yi only had 2-3 hours of sleep the night before (excluding Jue Yi nap time =P). Anyway, it was also going to rain at that point of time. And thus began our journey along Upper Thomson Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, Upper Thomson Road is a really long road. Up hill, go past Upper &amp; Lower Pierce Reservior, down hill, up hill, down hill... Up hill was a big battle but i was using Linus's bicycle so it was better. Down hill was like wheeeeeeeee!!!! Absolutely thrilling but had to watch the increbily uneven pathway - i almost learnt how to fly when i hit a bump at high speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the most interesting part of the trip, a thunderstorm started. We quick hid under some bus stop at Aft Upp Thomson Rd. Vehicles which passed by us had people staring at us. Imagine this: its raining heavily with thunder and lighting. A small tiny bus stop barely able to keep any rain out. And five bicycles around the sits of the bus stop with five goons standing on the sits, trying to keep their feet dry - an impossible task. Simply hilarious. I'll tell you, i have never seen lighting so upclose and awsome in my eighteen years. &lt;i&gt;Ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, just across the road, was also a bus stop. A significantly bigger bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were close to Chong Pang, we decided to chiong when the rain lightened and the lighting/thunder stopped. Wrong move, we were miles away from Chong Pang, we had not even passed Nee Soon Camp &lt;b&gt;yet&lt;/b&gt;. But then since we had gotten all wet, we decided to continue home. And took the Gambas route. Wrong move again. Guess we had never cycled on the Gambas route after a heavy rain. Major flood. At first it was swell and dandy. With the expected small amount of flood. And the next thing we knew, bigger floods appeared! The worst of all was the part where just before the turn into Woodlands Ave 10 (into the end of the Sembawang area). The water was high enough to soak your shoes through when you are cycling. And a bus had perfect timing to speed by. Vroom!! Sending a tidal wave towards Fam and me. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home = Warm shower &amp; warm bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114744459846078823?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114744459846078823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114744459846078823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114744459846078823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114744459846078823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/soak-up-water.html' title='SoaK Up THe WaTeR'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114736500093458183</id><published>2006-05-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:53:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReaLLy InTeResTiNg</title><content type='html'>I've had a very interesting week in school and all.. Let me start from monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday already had an interesting timetable on its own. Instead of the usual start at 4pm, i had makeup lesson from 8am - 10am. Yep, with a very nice 6 hour break in between. And that very lesson was KNN's. Went home rushed an assignment to hand in Azhar which was due by 5pm. Rushed back to school to meet Jacintha to practice our emcee speech. Like its week &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; and i already have a test which is 10% of my marks. Fun started during our presentation. Miss Newscaster was to act as one of our graduates and she slipped on the ground due to the slipery floor. Leading the teacher to think that it was on purpose. Wahahaha... And that set the tone for the other 4 presentations that day since ours was the first pair to present. Joking mood full of laughter. Habez was another one. He was acting as a guest of honor of something and when he went back to chair, when his unstable chair decided to slip, making him embarrass himself and entertain the class at the same time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was when the other 10 groups did their presentation and Miss Usher nearly fell flat on her face due to her partner (a.k.a. the guy who squezed into his feet into his father's too small pair of formal shoes)'s bag strap. Lucky she didn't, which was amazing 'cause she was wearing this pair of killer heels which were like a couple of inches. And next up, our dear Eoin was kinda accident prone. Like how he was acting as the person who presented the award to the recipients (i was one of the recipients so i had a close up view) for Cindy and Yu Lin's presentation: like don't take a step back when you wanna clap or at least make sure that there's no step behind you to drop down to. Or dont shove your chair in so hard that you bang your hands against the desk. Truly the amazing moments of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a "That sounded wrong..." (Eoin, 10/05/2006) day. KNN was innocently asking why Leonard's group only had one piece of paper between tha members which he replied to saying "We did it together on the same piece of paper." To which Mr dirty minded added on "That sounded wrong..." leading the class to burst into laughter. After which we had lunch together at the south canteen with unsuitable lunch topics. Back slacking in the classroom with waiting for scriptwriting to start we somehow came to the topic of gays and the brand New Urban Male. And discovered that Eoin can make &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; sound suggestive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was like a part two of wednesday. With our narative speech unprepared for Billy Bong's lesson, many of us ad lib-ed. Seems like MS0601 is a accident prone class.. Won't go into detail about the speeches 'cept Mr That Sounded Wrong Guy. He said he had learnt a lesson since school started and that was to &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; buy skittles. All he ate was two skittles and &lt;b&gt;boom!!&lt;/b&gt; He's got back an &lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt; packet. His second part was talking about the his NPCC days and it went something like "the rest of them were abreast to me... &lt;b&gt;Abreast?!&lt;/b&gt;" Told you his mind works wonders. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday... it not yet over yet. Planning to go cycling the whole day tml with Fam, Jue Yi, Raymund and Linus. Yay! I've waited a year for this. Let's see if i can update tomorrow... if i'm not too dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114736500093458183?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114736500093458183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114736500093458183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114736500093458183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114736500093458183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/really-interesting.html' title='ReaLLy InTeResTiNg'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114688707853713840</id><published>2006-05-06T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:44:38.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead broke...</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a couple of days and pals like lamegodzilla are gettin impatient =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging now with my brother next to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judokas are celebrating Aydeng's birthday today.. No idea where they're going celebrate but i didn't join them due to money constrains. Anyways, i have a mic training thing to attend in church tonight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants to bring me shopping!! Whee..!! She wants to go to town to shop.. Might bump into the judokas but highly unlikely, from the way i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna to get a couple of things.. Cardigan, skirts, blouses.. Got too many (okie myabe not &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; many) t-shirts and i need other types of clothes... *laughs out loud* More formal clothes i guess, or maybe i'll just borrow from my mum ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a bag too.. Like a Fila or Puma or whatever bag.. Tote bag style..? Must be big and the material must be non-cloth... No idea what that material is called.. Saw something which i like, u know the world cup series which converse has released? Got many different bags..and there's a tote bag and its rather big but it doesn't have the country i support in the world cup: Netherlands (a.k.a. Holland). *disappointed* Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114688707853713840?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114688707853713840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114688707853713840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114688707853713840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114688707853713840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/dead-broke.html' title='Dead broke...'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114649881178770001</id><published>2006-05-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:53:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoNeY DeW SaGo</title><content type='html'>Whee... I'm so broke now. Spent like $20 in one day: today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my church pals; Raymund, Jue Yi, Joy, Sulywn, Kun Quan, and Clesias for lunch today. Half of us had Mos Burger and the rest char siew rice from the cold storage at CWP - i ate Mos. We met Fam, he had just came back from Funan IT mall. Bought the Sony 6G mp3 player for abt $300++. So cheap... My creative muvo 1G was $270 and i had to pay for half *feels cheated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clesias and Fam left us, and we proceded to east coast park (a.k.a. ECP) by 966. Short bus ride considering distance travelled (abt 45-60 mins?). Got off the bus and walked, and i mean walked some before reaching ECP around 3pm. Rented bicycles and blades (i did biking), and met Leah - she had a new hair colour again o.O~ - as we knew she was in ECP to fly kite (yep, kite flying) with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biked/ bladed to the left side of ECP, where bedok jetty. Had lots of fun, happy times blessed by God. Since our rental time was for 2 hours, we started to head back with 45 mintues left. And while heading back, Jue Yi, who was using Caleb Leow's blades, managed to make the third wheel of his right blade from the front fly off. *rolling on the floor with laughter* Apparently the axel dropped or broke off sometime when we were heading back and the wheel became loose after some distance. And got stuck. And Jue Yi, being Jue Yi, did a kickin motion to send the wheel flying off into the grass patch. To give him some credit, he didn't know that it was the wheel that was stuck nor that the axel was missing. We tried to find the axel but we couldn't - we weren't even sure if it broke off or dropped off! - so Jue Yi bladed back with 3 wheels on his right blade. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God kept the rain away during our fun and started to rain when we left ECP. Didn't make it to our 966 bus stop and ended up at another bus stop. Decided to take 853 to yishun instead. Wah...sit until wo de pi gu lan diao (my butt rotted off)! Almost 1 and half hour ride. Kun Quan and Sulywn went off. The 4 people remaining, Jue Yi, Raymund, Joy and me, ate dinner at north point. I'll tell you, it was one crowded place. And the food was mediocre. Joy went off and Jue Yi needed to buy paint. Went to both popular(s) at north point and CWP. I finally got files for my modules. And.. Jue Yi bought me honey dew sago (i love honey! Mi Tang~) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114649881178770001?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114649881178770001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114649881178770001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114649881178770001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114649881178770001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/05/honey-dew-sago.html' title='HoNeY DeW SaGo'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114632889721689110</id><published>2006-04-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:52:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ScRaTcH AnD WiN</title><content type='html'>Aww.. if i blogged 5 mins ago i would have made it the second offical entry of 29th April 2006. *laughs out loud* Then i would have blogged two entries per day for two days. *Readers yawn at my lameness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with Jue Yi, Linus, and Fam. I haven't cycled in such a long time that i became horrible at it. *noooooooo!!!* I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; cycling, i can't be horrible at it *in denial*. Cycling made my palms worse. They were fine this morning *ignore the slight soreness*, now they feel abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at 888, KFC. Together with Beryl, Clesias, Raymund and Kun Quan. Like if we bought a meal, we got some scratch and win thingy. We had seven - yes, repeat after me, S-E-V-E-N, &lt;i&gt;seven&lt;/i&gt; - but we only redeemed five 'cause we were like way too full. Decide to rent I Not Stupid, Too DVD and went to my friend's place to watch. Wahahaha, the show is so funny!!! And sad too - I cried. Movie finished at 11+, so here i am at home, clean and smelling nice after my shower, sitting here blogging. Cherrios =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114632889721689110?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114632889721689110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114632889721689110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114632889721689110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114632889721689110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/scratch-and-win.html' title='ScRaTcH AnD WiN'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114628877737633635</id><published>2006-04-29T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:34:18.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mUsT sLeEp eArLiEr</title><content type='html'>Decide to heed my friend and blog. Wahahaha. Got a thousand and one things to blog about. I'm in a thinking mood. Which is bad, 'cause i tend to think waaayyyyy to much. Which is why i don't like to do housework, 'cause its such brainless work, giving me too much time to think. Reflecting is good thinking, pondering on the what ifs is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="343434"&gt;The only way i'm currently interested in any guy on this living earth at this point of time is in being friends. As for Jo...i don't like him in that way anymore... One week made a huge difference...changed everything about how i felt... Just a guy whose friendship i really treasure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must really seriously get back to sleeping at 1am+ latest. My throat's gonna suffer from the late nights. Eyes already hurt like everyday. Body heals slower too. Wahahaha.. Getting old.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114628877737633635?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114628877737633635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114628877737633635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114628877737633635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114628877737633635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/must-sleep-earlier.html' title='mUsT sLeEp eArLiEr'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114624220943130982</id><published>2006-04-28T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:36:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oww, Oww, Oww...</title><content type='html'>An entry on judo... *can hear the judoka cheering* Actually, i didn't do much today, just break falls. Back, right, left, and front. Don't look down on there break falls, okie? These same break falls are causing my hands to swell and my arms to bruise. Ouch, ouch, ouch... Really thats all i did today at judo and i'm kinda worn out. Must seriously get back to regular sleeping hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, met Jiaying to grab a bite (or desert, actually). And we sat down and talked, and talked, and talked, till we got interrupted by two girl from SYFC a.k.a. Singapore Youth For Christ. Felt a little cornered by them, and we left food junction to go to the club rooms. Thing is, Joseph offered to meet me at the shopping arcade so we waited  from a far away distance. Wahahaha. Then we saw him and his friend, and was like, "His friend very cute" and decided to get a closer view. She (did i mention the friend was a she? guess i didn't =P) came out of the toliet and we said hi (duh!) and stood there looking at each other (and also waiting for Joseph to do introductions la). But he didn't and we had to intro ourselves (so un-gentlemanly =X). And when she left, Jiaying and me were like, "She's soooooo chio!!" *rolling on the floor with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dojo early with Joseph (the first voice i heard outside the dojo was Wanshi's voice. wahahaha). Wanshi lead me and another girl in warm ups and started to teach us break fall (back). And then it turns out... *pause* the other girl's already a white belt. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy came in later, Wei Min. Then later on, Leo took over the teaching of us (the guy and me oni) for break falls. Was kinda stiff in the begining which lead some back aches. But soon got the hang of it. Started out with lying down, squating and finally standing. Moved on to right break falls. Wah, my hands were already hurting by then, but still tolerable. By the time we started on left (which is the same a right break fall, just not right =P), i was like "I can't feel my arms anymore". And the 30 times arm hitting the mat was like, oww, oww, oww, oww, oww, oww, oww,... Wonder how am i gonna survive 50 times or even 100. Have a long way to go... Font was better, just that the pain shot up my elbows and shoulders in the begining. And it really is the louder the sound, the less painful it is (exclude the palm and arm please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are burning now. But not gonna sleep yet. Judo's fun (at this point of time) and i need tons of practice =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We(ms01) are great. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114624220943130982?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114624220943130982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114624220943130982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114624220943130982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114624220943130982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/oww-oww-oww.html' title='Oww, Oww, Oww...'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114620403276685624</id><published>2006-04-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:00:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WouLd ChoOsE GoD</title><content type='html'>If a guy walked up to me and told me: "It's either me or God." A guy whom i liked for a way long time. I would tell him: "It'll be God any day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be in a literal sense. It could be the him wanting me to do something, not evil things, but something which i know that God doesn't want me to do. Something which God tells me i'm not prepared to face yet or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always been there for me. Even when i was a fool and chose my own path instead of His. He is always waiting with open arms to wipe away my tears. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; there whenever i need Him, &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been the second week of sem, but i've been thinking too much, doubting and wondering. Why couldn't i have gone to sp instead? Why did God put me in nyp? I'd feel much better emtionally, right? And being the optimistic me, i shut those thoughts up and started on: If i didn't come to nyp, i wouldn't have met up with so many wgss people. If i didn't come to nyp, I wouldnt have gotten interesting classmates of MS0601 (to MS0601, we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; an interesting class =P). I feel so much better now, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song of how God's always always there, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/u&gt; by Casting Crowns (yes, the very same one which sang accidentally in love)&lt;br /&gt;-Verse 1-&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pre-chorus-&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Verse 2-&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-Pre-chorus-&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-] X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridge-&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114620403276685624?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114620403276685624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114620403276685624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114620403276685624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114620403276685624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-would-choose-god.html' title='I WouLd ChoOsE GoD'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114615771800767740</id><published>2006-04-28T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:29:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeEd MoRe SleEp...</title><content type='html'>Had a very relax day today... But my arms feel so detacted from my body... They're regreting yesterday's judo orientation (it must have been the &lt;s&gt;starfish&lt;/s&gt; diving push-up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started a bit early but not too bad, 9am. Lesson were to be till 4pm but Mr Tan had a course to attend so my last lesson, BM0608, was cancelled. Finished school at 1pm and had lunch at food junction. Yum! Expect me to get sick of the food soon... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and took a nap from 3pm to 5pm and awoke to go shopping with my mum at metro. They were having some private sale thingy. Wouldn't go in detail what i bought cuz it would bore everyone, but it was the first time i had seen metro soooo crowded. But i've been in an even more crowded departmental store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Thats all i have today... Hope i'll have something more interesting tomorrow... Going for judo again... More PT... Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yay! No lessons tomorrow!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114615771800767740?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114615771800767740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114615771800767740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114615771800767740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114615771800767740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/need-more-sleep.html' title='NeEd MoRe SleEp...'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114606954144147948</id><published>2006-04-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:39:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHaT A Day..</title><content type='html'>My day started out at 8 today... 4 hours of lesson of the the same module which requires a super duper heavy textbook and notes: 2 hours tutorial followed by 2 hours lecture. The lecture was kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished at 12 and had a 3 hour break till the time to perform the dance. Went to eat at the south canteen for the first time. Was like, woah!, really crowded. After eating, went sun tanning with Amanda and Pei Ting, but the sun was playing hide and seek with us so we didn't tan at all. They wanted to go jogging and it started to rain. Rain!! So sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the dance at 3pm.. Thing is, it was shifted to 12.30pm and no one from MS0602 told my class even though we had a lecture with them?! So what loh... Attitude man... Then my classmates which went for a movie were 25 minutes late! So embarressing to keep our seniors waiting for us.. They said they wanted us to change our pose but in the end, don't need to change le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for judo orientation soon after. Meet new friends! Yay!! Really interesting but i'll still keep my options open. Was thrown for the first time (a.k.a. flying) and it felt really shiok! Did some ending exercises with the judoka and it was rather strenuous (or maybe cuz i have not done something like this for a long time). However, i got really extremely giddy and everything was turning brighter to white. Had to squat down and relax. But seriously, i have not had such a serious giddy spell for abt 2 years already. Really hit me hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late now and i can barely keep my eyes open. Going to sleep now and waking up early to get my homework done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114606954144147948?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114606954144147948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114606954144147948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114606954144147948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114606954144147948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-day.html' title='wHaT A Day..'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114597674921520724</id><published>2006-04-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:00:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHaT We WeRe BeFoRe</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;br /&gt;Don't want others to push...&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see i &lt;font color=red&gt;treasue&lt;/font&gt; our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;I just want our friendship to be the &lt;u&gt;same&lt;/u&gt; as before...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Tons of fun...&lt;br /&gt;It was special...&lt;br /&gt;And still is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good pals who could crap all night...&lt;br /&gt;Tease each other mercilessly...&lt;br /&gt;Poke fun &lt;font color=blue&gt;without&lt;/font&gt; feeling &lt;font size=1&gt;awkward&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;font color=green&gt;all&lt;/font&gt; of that back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I don't want any more...&lt;br /&gt;Nor any less...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than what we had before...&lt;br /&gt;Why does this &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; happen to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114597674921520724?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114597674921520724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114597674921520724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114597674921520724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114597674921520724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-we-were-before.html' title='wHaT We WeRe BeFoRe'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114591321119728182</id><published>2006-04-25T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:13:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Your Hand, I Commit again</title><content type='html'>ahhh... i'm still awake at 4+am in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i commit my problem into Your hands. I feel so tired. Psalm 62:1 "My soul finds rest in God alone..." Matthew 11:28 "Come to me, all who you are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." 1 Peter 5:7 "Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;With all i am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into your hand&lt;br /&gt;I commit again&lt;br /&gt;With all i am&lt;br /&gt;For you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold my World&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;And i am Yours forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i believe in You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i belong to You&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason that i live&lt;br /&gt;The reason that i sing&lt;br /&gt;With all i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Through tears and joy&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will live&lt;br /&gt;In all of Your ways&lt;br /&gt;And Your promises&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i believe in You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i belong to You&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason that i live&lt;br /&gt;The reason that i sing&lt;br /&gt;With all i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114591321119728182?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114591321119728182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114591321119728182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114591321119728182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114591321119728182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/into-your-hand-i-commit-again.html' title='Into Your Hand, I Commit again'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114581222588183281</id><published>2006-04-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:14:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WoRsT WaY To MiSs SoMeOnE</title><content type='html'>...is to be sitting beside them knowing you can't have them. I was reading my friend's blog and i found this sentence &lt;u&gt;absolutely&lt;/u&gt; so very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually feeling rather lost without a close Christian friend in NYP. Taken for gruanted my close christian friend in secondary school, learnt to appreciate a little the one in JC, and desperately seeks one in poly. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little depressed now... Hate it when i give in to mood swings, and even more so when i'm surrounded by people but no one even notices my mood swings. Am i that uninteresting/ invisible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114581222588183281?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114581222588183281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114581222588183281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114581222588183281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114581222588183281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/worst-way-to-miss-someone.html' title='The WoRsT WaY To MiSs SoMeOnE'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114554432069334807</id><published>2006-04-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:33:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiRiNg WeeK</title><content type='html'>Now that poly's well into the first week (today was my fourth day, not counting orientation), i've had a really busy week. I haven't very replying to people's calls and sms-es because i've been really busy in school. Really, stop calling me when i'm having classes!!! It's plain irritating and when i'm irritated, i won't call you back. And don't assume my timetable is so shiok (actually, it is, but i'm trying to make a point here), i have classes at night, okie?! Since school, or rather, orientation started, i haven't reached home before the sun sets okie? Really really busy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i like my class so far? They're fine... Just get along with some better... Still, haven't come to the point of dislike &lt;u&gt;yet&lt;/u&gt; (it's only the first week), maybe call it mild unpleasentness. And it is really &lt;b&gt;irritating&lt;/b&gt; that &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; everyone says vugarities. Haven't brought it up to my classmates yet, but i'll probably get around to it sooner or later 'cause it's really bugging me. I don't care if you think that i'm a prude or whatever, it's just really insulting to me. Code of ethics: I'll respect u and u'll respect me too. Please do abstain from saying any vugarities in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was busy this week due mostly to the performance (a dance) my class has to show, which is part of the SBM orientation. The audition's tomorrow, so we've been really working hard at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had club crawl on the 18th and 19th (tuesday and wednesday), and i thought that it was great, a little messy (from an insider's view), but fantastic from a freshie's view. Very crowded, interesting performances. Signed up for judo, badminton and campus crusade. High possiblity of joining judo, had always wanted to learn something which can be used for self-defence. Badminton, is ever interested in badminton since primary school, wasn't very good in primary school, secondary school only had guys team, and jc girls team didn't evern go for competitions. Campus crusade, i'm a Christian, need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the week, met plenty of wgss people: Garrick, Jeremy Yao, Ain, Jason... A small number of people didn't really realise that i'm a freshie. *laughing out loud* Anyway, was really close to Joseph the whole week, met to come to school, went home together, he waited for me and visa versa. Leading the whole world to think that we were dating. *rolling on the floor with laughter* Seriously, we're just good friends, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; good &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;. He knows it and i know it. That's all. Prerequisite to being my boyfriend: Strong Christian. He's Catholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114554432069334807?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114554432069334807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114554432069334807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114554432069334807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114554432069334807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiring-week.html' title='TiRiNg WeeK'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114512234879561060</id><published>2006-04-16T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T01:35:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GreaT Day!</title><content type='html'>Finally, a post which is on time. Had a really busy and tiring day but it was a good day. Slept rather late last night, at 3+am, due to some undisclosed reasons (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to CCK in the morning to meet my poly mates to come up with dance steps for our performance. In the end, by the time we start to play the song for the first time at some where in CCK, it was already pass noon. And when i was about to leave around 1.45, the cd player refused to play the cd anymore. So i left with them deciding what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to church and got a pathetic burger for lunch and went for cg. Had a fantastic time of sharing. Then went for time team (i hope Sam comes up with a better name for team time soon). That was great too. Was really feeling tired the whole day but the worship during team time really refreshed me (glory to God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Refred, Eujin, Amos and Clesias, and procceded for worship practice for tomrrow extended worship. Practice was smooth sailing and fun. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was trying to type my entry on orientation, my msn messenger suddenly got attack by my poly mates (this sounds weird). Think i added half my class on msn now... thats good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three posts within 24 hours... not bad... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114512234879561060?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114512234879561060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114512234879561060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114512234879561060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114512234879561060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-day.html' title='GreaT Day!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114511994999285317</id><published>2006-04-16T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:52:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met SoMe oLd paLs</title><content type='html'>Met some of my old frens from wgss on thursday which was my second orientation day. Some i met by accident and some was planned (actually oni one was planned, lol). Wanted to meet Joseph b4 his judo but he was late (typical late king here). Lucky he ended around the same time as me and i could meet him. Momentarily forgot that Wanshi was also in judo. Lol... Scream some and chatted some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner together with Joseph at Vista Point (yes alone with him, no as frens only, i haven't seen him in a year!) And met another old pal, Bee Khim. Lol... Life is sure interesting. Had a great time chatting with him for the night, too bad we seem to have an endless amount of things to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114511994999285317?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114511994999285317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114511994999285317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114511994999285317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114511994999285317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/met-some-old-pals.html' title='Met SoMe oLd paLs'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114511818162396218</id><published>2006-04-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:23:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SBM OriEnTatiOn</title><content type='html'>My post is a few days late again... Hee.. Got to forgive me, was really very tired the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, had orientation on the 12 and 13 of April (which was wednesday and thursday). First of all, i would like to say i'm a really blessed girl. My Kor, Roy, sent me to school on both days. As in he went out of his way to wake up early and meet me at the MRT station and accompany me all the way to nyp. The first part of the orientation rather sian, had talks and got to see learn some cheers, which i had actually learnt before in my last year J1 camp. Then they spilt the school of businses management (aka SBM) into two groups for lunch. Dip. in businses management and non-Dip. in businses management (which obviously includes my class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i saw at least 3 woodgrovers there, one is my senior (1 year older), another is my junior (1 year younger), and the last is the same age as me. Lol... After lucnh (which we has on the floor), we had some station games and ice breakers. I can contribute to this year's youth camp for programs. =D Ice breakers were normal (as in what i usually play in church, really), we played wacko, chop chilli and animal game. Was really amused by watch my classmates who don't know how to play try to figure the games out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to know my classmates in the first day of orientation but the second day was really fun 'cept the amazing race which really drove us nuts. Most of my classmates are media type ppl, but there are some which rather shy and quiet. The quiet ones must be louder! We're the media stuies (aka MS) ppl! Must rock SBM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had water games in the morning and got really soaked and wet. The games were cool. Really sad that our sports - soccer, touch rugby, and captain's ball (big fan of captain's ball here) - got cancelled and we had to play that crappy amazing race - which we couldn't even get pass the first clue and the hints they gave us were totally wrong la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting lunch. We ate fast food (i ate Mac) but not in the canteen. There's a koi pond behind the fastfood canteen and a hut each on either side of the pond - which by the way, u'll get a $70 fine for feeding the koi there (lol). We couldn't find space in the canteen in the begining so we proceded to leave our bags at the huts (one hut wasnt big enough for my whole class of 20+). Then we found out that there was enough space in the canteen but we still ate our luch at the hut. We have three years to eat in that canteen until we get to sick of it but we won't always eat in the hut =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met our class's personal mentor a.k.a. PEM (can't remb what the E stands for) which is something is a form teacher. He seems quite nice, i shall see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114511818162396218?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114511818162396218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114511818162396218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114511818162396218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114511818162396218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/sbm-orientation.html' title='SBM OriEnTatiOn'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114476565137674354</id><published>2006-04-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:27:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoTdoGs &amp; HerBaL EgGs</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for poly to start on 17 April! There's orientation tomorrow and the day after, 8am-6pm. Hope i'll have good classmates =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea and queensway with Leah aka Rach and her friend, Grace. Was late (what's new?) but we had a fun time there, crapping and laughing at Sweden store. Went to queensway to get quotations for the printing of our cg shirt. The cheapest we could find was around $18 for about 20 prints. The white dry-fit shirt had a soft and smooth feel (wouldn't want the shirt to feel scratchy, would we?). The thing is, the printing type would be an iron on and the gold colour they had was a dull kind of gold (darker then the ones u see in my design below in the April 08 entry). Still, it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shop was the cotton planet one (the brand for our first cg shirt and our Lifewire camp t-shirt). Didn't really notice the quality of the dry-fit (wasn't thinking of scratchy shirts at that time since it was the first shop we visited). Quotation was around $20 for iron on style printing. Better quality printing was about $21-$25. I wouldn't mind paying more for a better shirt since its gonna be our beloved cg shirt but not everyone's as rich as me so... We went to 4 shops but one shop was really busy and the other was blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Can't wait for poly to start. Orientation's tomorrow and the day...... Wait, i already said that, didn't i? Oh well, can't wait for poly to start =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114476565137674354?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114476565137674354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114476565137674354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114476565137674354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114476565137674354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/hotdogs-herbal-eggs.html' title='HoTdoGs &amp; HerBaL EgGs'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114468370969379835</id><published>2006-04-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:41:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SunDay's CapTaiN's BaLL</title><content type='html'>No doubt my post is one day late but no matter... Was super duper tired yesterday after captain's ball. But it was really one of those days which i had really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't expecting my captain's ball team to be good, i can say that honesty. My team consisted of YongLing, Gary, BaoLing, Eric Lim and Raymund. Truth is, i didn't even know who the members were gonna be till sunday itself (i knew there was Yongling, Baoling and Gary). I had the mindset of - let's just go have some fun. We didn't even have a group name. Some one (i wouldn't mind finding out who) gave us our group name - Lash Dash - which was really adapt, 'cause we literally did a last dash in the last minutes of our games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started our games, everyone from my team started to shine. Eric was a fantastic blocker and moved up to support us when we needed him, YongLing giving her all even though she wasn't feeling well, Gary appearing in the right places at the right time (he's rather quick on his feet when he sets his mind to it =P), Baoling magical at picking up loose balls - she was wearing slippers!! - and shooting, and Raymund was simply amazing at catching the ball - he must have jumped at least 5/6 inches in the last game against Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My team got *drumroll*... 3rd position! We got $5 voucher each for pastamania (which Raymund, Yongling and me procceded to use for dinner). Wow, really so proud of my team *big grin*. A great spending of time - got to know Baoling a little better and chit-chat some with Gary and Eric (which both i haven't talked/seen in loooong time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fun too. Got a ride on Frankie's lorry (love riding on his lorry 'cause it's so cooling and fun) to CWP with a handful of other people. Had dinner at pastamania with Frankie, Mindy Zhong, Raymund, Yongling, Lucille, Sarah Leng and Beryl Lim. We were a bunch of hungry people 'cause we went to eat roti prata after pastamania. We met up with Sieg, Caleb Leow and Ximin there. I watched them eat 'cause i felt sick after the too creamy creamy chicken at pastamania (which i knew that i would feel sick but i still insisted on eating) and i didn't have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomended song: Hosanna (i don't know who the artist is but the chorus goes like this 'Hosanna You are holy and exalted, Hosanna You are high and lifted up...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114468370969379835?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114468370969379835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114468370969379835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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design we settled on without me printing it out or sending it to them.. then it hit me! i would just upload and then link it from my blog. so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the pictures to get a bigger view (please tag to state which design u prefer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;t-shirt front design 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtfront1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtfront1.jpg" width="121" height="126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;font: Eras Light ITC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt front design 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtfront2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtfront2.jpg" width="121" height="126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;font: Maiandra GD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt back design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtback1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Background/Cgshirtback1.jpg" width="117" height="126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;font: Myriad Web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114450681891761537?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114450681891761537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114450681891761537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114450681891761537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114450681891761537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/cg-t-shirt-design.html' title='CG T-sHirT DeSigN'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114415686021332475</id><published>2006-04-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:45:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desktop makeover</title><content type='html'>i just spent a mjor part of the day doin a makeover for my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallpaper and icons from deviantART&lt;br /&gt;verse font from dafont.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to take a look at the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Christian/fly%20away0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.domaindlx.com/summerflake/Christian/fly%20away0.jpg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the verse btw is on the bottom right&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands (NIV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114415686021332475?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114415686021332475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114415686021332475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114415686021332475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114415686021332475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/desktop-makeover.html' title='Desktop makeover'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114402897472377280</id><published>2006-04-03T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:36:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeRo of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#A97CC6&gt;I really like this song.. because He is the &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jesus, Lord Of My Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead me to your side&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Sets my heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;You are my shelter&lt;br /&gt;God of all wonders&lt;br /&gt;You are the hero of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came for me&lt;br /&gt;Your life for mine&lt;br /&gt;When i couldn't save myself&lt;br /&gt;You bore my pain&lt;br /&gt;My sin my shame&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my Lord my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for you&lt;br /&gt;The Saviour of my life&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Is wider than the skies&lt;br /&gt;You are my shelter&lt;br /&gt;God of all wonders&lt;br /&gt;You are the hero of my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114402897472377280?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114402897472377280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114402897472377280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114402897472377280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114402897472377280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/hero-of-my-life.html' title='HeRo of my life'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-114386859039455755</id><published>2006-04-01T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:26:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Clementi Followed by NYP Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#ffe7ba&gt;Met Grace and Andrew F. for lunch on thursday. I didn't really like the food(ate yun tun guo tiao) but i really enjoyed the time we had together. While we were waiting for our food to arrive, we saw Jess and Farand. They had just been to SIM. We chatted for awhile and then Jess left. After lunch, Andrew wanted to recomend a blueberry-cheesecake tart, but Grace and me were too full to eat. Then i went to take an IC sized photo while the three of them waited for me. The photo looks weird...arrrhhhhh..! Can't believe that's the photo that's gonna be on my poly ez-link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace still had some time before she had to go to school so she accompanied me to UOB to pay for my school fees and to photostat some materials which were needed for my enrolment. While we were walking to the photostat shop, we met a blind man and Grace decided to help him. He said that he was going to the MRT station so we started to lead him there. While walking there, he suddenly asked for $2 in coins. Grace gave him $1.80. I didn't have any more coins after i paid for my school fees. After we lead him there, we started to wonder if he was a cheat.. Oh well, i don't really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grace and me parted ways(she for NUS), i made my way down to NYP to hand in my enrolment forms. But i was feeling rather lonely so i sms-ed Roy, try to ask him if he was free. Not too add, i've never even stepped in NYP before thursday, and that i haven't seen him in a long time too.. Guess what? He was having lunch in AMK with his uncle but he couldn't meet me so soon(in the time which i will reach YCK MRT). But i really wanted to meet him so i waited... for about 30-40 minutes ba... then we went to NYP(his uncle drove him there in a taxi but i didn't know the driver was his uncle, then i kenna stun when Roy ask my to pay $15 la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling very well that day, kept coughing and sniffing, 'course i had just recovered from my sickness. Roy Kor very nice to me... i think he brought me to all the blocks in school... plus sports area. Not to add, we sneaked in his area(he studies nursing). His area is like whoa, the hospital smell hit me hard. Overall i had a very fun time with him, Kor super lame... And he kept on wanting to buy something for me to drink until i'm like okie, okie, buy this one... =P I'll be seeing more of him when school starts...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-114386859039455755?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/114386859039455755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=114386859039455755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114386859039455755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/114386859039455755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2006/04/lunch-at-clementi-followed-by-nyp-tour.html' title='Lunch at Clementi Followed by NYP Tour'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-112262728796010867</id><published>2005-07-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:28:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Just came back from adventure camp today. The camp was at Raffles Marina(it's a country club). Really tired now, really wanna sleep but for some reason, i'm at eyc now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My group is 12 and my trainer is Suandi(he looks like the host of the show "Missing"). Most interesting part was that it rained at night at around 3.30am in the morning. Could hear girls screaming that their tents were leaking. Yup, mine did too. So we escaped into the building(our tents were on the tennis court) and slept in the cry room(which had air-con). Not that i slept much after the rain had started. Most of the girls' tents had flew away while the guys's were sheltered by the building(no fair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The kenna scolded day. As RM is a country club, certain toilets were out of bounds during the day. But some smart alec just had to break the rules and get caught. Thus, the whole camp got punished as a result. I didin't like how some of the trainers reacted in this situation. They were very sarcastic and treated us like beings lower than them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rafting! A total joke! Our raft fell apart after barely even floating 2m in the water. So the seven guys who were "on" the raft had to swim and push it. In the afternoon, we had outdoor cooking. It was fun! But we suspected that we had poisined ourselves with all the dirt and insects around. However, no one took early leave. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Expedition day! We walked all the to Jurong Point and back. It was a total of very tiring 26km. We had great leaders, with Serena and Wei Jun leading the way, Joel running running up and down to check on things, and Christopher planning a last minute route back to RM. Thanks guys! After that, we had our sea expedition.It wasn't much though, 'cause we didn't have enough time. But still very fun. After we linked our boats in a straight line, side by side, the second people were made to link hands and stand up. They did a Kallang wave. Then they sat down and it was repeated by us front people. Next, we did the capsize drill. Bleh! The sea water tasted horrible. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Final day. Don't really want this camp to end after some much fun. And also, we bonded alot with our trainer Suandi. We came up with a song just for him. Know the sunshine song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;My only sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;When skies are grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You'll never know dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;How much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;We changed the lyrics to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You are our trainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our only trainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You make our days great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Through out this camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You don't know, Suandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;How much we love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It'll be great to have you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-112262728796010867?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/112262728796010867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=112262728796010867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112262728796010867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112262728796010867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/07/adventure-camp.html' title='Adventure Camp'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-112126309064259250</id><published>2005-07-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:58:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Really sick with school and cca by now. Got F for all my 'A' level subjects. Cannot stand my civics tutor(CT). He said the most ridiculous things that made my classmates and me angry again. A girl in my class refused to pay $80 for a worshop course, and he was asking her to bring to money but she refused, insisting that she does not have money. There was another student who had paid extra $100 for the course. So my CT said: "Oh, tell him that i'm gonna use $80 of his extra $100 to pay for her." The whole class was thinking what a "s" he was! The guy was not there at that point of time and my CT had decided to abuse his authority again. And the funds were from edusave, so he could just use the money as he liked! So irritated with him! A previous time, my CT insisted that the whole class paid $1.50 each to pay for a guy who could not pay $15.50! Hello!! Can my CT not pay for it first? I mean, he's a working adult! The class fund has already burned a hole in my pocket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My school is so inefficient! YJC is the only school which students are still buying uniforms in July!! The entrepreneurship club is so inefficient and slow and they always run out of the most common sizes!! I've buying my uniform since before school closed until now. Every week i try to buy everything at one shot but noooo, they do not have this, do not have that. So sick of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Miss my secondary school. My friends, the lessons, the teachers, the efficiency, and the shorter hours. Have not been back to collect my cert. Anyone wanna accompany me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-112126309064259250?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/112126309064259250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=112126309064259250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112126309064259250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112126309064259250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/07/really-sick-with-school-and-cca-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-112117101467000227</id><published>2005-07-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:24:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Us Pure Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sunday's service was exactly right. The songs we sang and the words they used. They made me think. Think of how i have fallen from the "high", "in" and "out" that i felt during the retreat. I'm no long feeling God's presense all the time. Everyday definitely, but just not all the time anymore. Everytime i stop and listen, i feel His presense. But how offen do i stop and listen? Seldom? Every now and then? And to tell you the truth, i really miss His presense..! Retreat seemed far away. And then the song "Hear Us From Heaven" was sang. And what SK said was so true for me. God had suddenly touched me so deeply again at that very moment, and i just couldn't stop crying. Everything from the retreat came rushing back and it did not seem far away anymore. Now, it's up to me to remian in the "in" and "out" state again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What is "pure in heart"? Having committed no sins ever? Or our hearts cleansed, sins being forgiven by God? It's not possible to have never committed sins. Then what about this verse "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.(Matthew 5:8)"? Will we never see God? In greek, the word katharos means pure. And "pure" has to be God's standard, not the world's, not ours', or someone else's who is "dirtier" than you. So Lord, cleanse my heart. Give us clean hands, give us pure hearts, let us not lift our souls to another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Sacrifice out of commitment, not out of convenience." These are the words which Frankie had given the cg on sunday and its also his msn nickname. And i think its so true. If it's convenient, is it truly a sacrifice?Giving time to God only when there is free/extra time, what kind of sacrifice is that? God does not ask for your time, He demands it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-112117101467000227?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/112117101467000227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=112117101467000227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112117101467000227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112117101467000227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/07/give-us-pure-hearts.html' title='Give Us Pure Hearts'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-112045092010850742</id><published>2005-07-04T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T13:08:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Weekend &amp; Open Sunday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;All three services were really awsome! But especially more so the 11am service! Personally, i think the band and choir did a great job!! Thumbs up! God's grace has lead us to have such an experience this year! Would really like to thank Jie as he's always encouraging the choir (and i could really hear him sing) =) Everyone did such a great job! It's great to be a youth! Even though the 9am service wasn't as great as the other two services, there was so much fun and we were really worshiping God! A little mistakes here and there were what made the moment light and fun while still being focused on God. Like how Justin played the doxology or how somebody in the choir would go out of tune. Can't believe it's over and can't wait for next year's youth weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We had open sunday yesterday. It was really fun but not exactly nuah. The amount of food we had to eat and the flour... My group members were Yoke Yee, Frankie, Kun Quan, Bethia, Andrew Fam, Tiffany, Chang Yee, Jeremy and Jessica. The first station was Carol's. We had to throw the bottle caps which had a number on it. And it's all Frankie's fault we had zero points. He had picked a bottle cap with the number 1 and he wanted a bigger number. And ended up picking zero. His cap landed on a number 5, but five times zero is? ZERO. Haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In the next station, we were at Mindy's station. We ate half a watermelon, 5 chilli padi, 5 lemon slices, and Frankie ate the Japanese beans which were sticky and ewww... We also counted from from 1 to 70, replacing the any numeber with 7 or mutiple of 7 with a clap. All I ate was watermelon and lemon slice. Hee.. Next was Joshua's station. We had to form the longest line with anything and everything on us. Including us. But we didn't have enough time so... Our line wasn't the longest it could be. The last and final station was Timothy's. Our whole group was supposed squeeze on top of 10 chairs and move the chairs from the starting line to to end while carrying plates of flour. So while our team were being sabotaged by other ppl throwing flour at us, we were pathetically moving the chairs at a very slow rate. Hee... But overall, it was very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After open sunday, we played captain's ball! Because there were too many people, there were four groups altogether, with two games goin on at the same time. My group: Gary, Sulywn, Bethia, Andrew Fam, Adeline&lt;, Linus and Eujin. First match, simply put, we were thrashed 6-2. Second match, it was a draw, 5-5. Last match, we finally won 6-3! But my group was injury prone. Hee... I fell on my left hand on the first two matches. 'Caused my palm and wrist some damage. Worse, Eujin bit his tongue when Abel hit him by accident. And it bled(duh!) for a little while and we resumed the game with him continuing play. The weird thing was, after he got injured, the opponent decided not to guard Andrew(our catcher) anymore, so we scored and won the game. Let me say something about Andrew's long distance throws. It gets better as he throws, but his aim leaves much to be desired! However, some of his throws were still great and accurate, which lead to us scoring. And Gary is simply fantastic. Good catcher, good intercepts, and great defending. Completely basketball style. =) At least our team was improving with each game ya. All the talk about captain's ball makes me want to play captain's ball now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-112045092010850742?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/112045092010850742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=112045092010850742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112045092010850742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112045092010850742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/07/youth-weekend-open-sunday.html' title='Youth Weekend &amp; Open Sunday!!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-112030742117037629</id><published>2005-07-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:30:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Whoohoo! Just came back from sat main service. The service was lead by the youth band and there was a youth choir. And i was part of the youth choir. We had lots of pratice on thursday and today. It was really really fun ya. The songs: Victory Chant, Stronger Than,How Great is Our God, I Live To know You, Give Us Clean Hands, and Consuming Fire. Of course we were out of tune sometimes and everything, but the main point was that we were worshiping God. Everything was so cool and terrific. =) Can't wait for tml's two services!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Had JPM yesterday. It was really fun. Really. I guess it could be also 'cause there was alot of praying for the youths. Hee... Felt really blessed. My prayer group this time was Frankie, Andrew Fam, and Clesias. Frankie was doing most of the parying so... =P We prayed for many things: church retreat, missions, youths, etc. Had a really cool time there. Never knew praying could be so fun. Looking forward to the next JPM!! Passion for Christ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-112030742117037629?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/112030742117037629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=112030742117037629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112030742117037629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/112030742117037629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/07/jpm.html' title='JPM'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-111986738856427313</id><published>2005-06-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:16:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CG 26/06/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday's cg was really funny. Grace and Frankie went for a prayed meeting, so cg was lead by Clesias. We read an article that was provided by Frankie. There was a new girl there, called Lynn(i think), and she probably thought that our cg was weird or amusing. Andrew and Caleb were goin at each other again. And some people*task task*, just refuse to switch off their phone. Beep, vibrate, vibrate, so distracting. And that Caleb!! He msg John on purpose as he knew that John's handphone would beep! His msg: "Hello".  So John and me each took a side of Bethia's shoes and threw it at him. One of it hit Brenda, and she thought that Caleb had hit her. Hence, she used the heel to knock his hand. Which actually, did leave a mark =P Who told him to play such a stupid joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My block tests have just started. I had econs and gp. Haiz~ have to study... Maths c is on wed, and phy on thurs. My block tests are 30% of my promos so i have to pass. Pray that i'll have discipline to study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-111986738856427313?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/111986738856427313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=111986738856427313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111986738856427313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111986738856427313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/06/cg-260605.html' title='CG 26/06/05'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-111975305822085760</id><published>2005-06-26T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:30:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Frisbee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, many of the youths went to upper pierce resevior to play ultimate frisbee. It was really cool and interesting. Emily made us stand in a stright line, from the youngest to the oldest. Needless to say, i was somewhere in the middle. Anyway, starting from the youngest, we labled ourselves 1 to 4. I was a 4, and my group had 11 people in total. All in all, my team was a sad case. We only scored one goal out of three matches(our pace was so much slower then the other teams*laughs*). But we had great fun, and there was great food there. There were brownies and sandwitches. And some watered down lemon barley. And of course, there were funny incidents. Like how Andrew Fam dropped his glasses into the drain while goin after the frisbee, and when he threw the frisbee, it would always roll towards the resevior. And how Joy slipped and fell while trying to catch the frisbee, wetting her pants 'cause the field was wet. Overall, it was very fun and interesting, hope to have something like that again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-111975305822085760?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/111975305822085760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=111975305822085760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111975305822085760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111975305822085760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/06/ultimate-frisbee.html' title='Ultimate Frisbee!!'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-111966776916452103</id><published>2005-06-25T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:59:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, i noticed a funny thing that happened while i was worshiping God. Because i was using the computer to play christian songs, i also used it to find the lyrics of the songs. But my computer was downloading a lot of things at a fast rate, so there wasn't enough bandwidth for anything else related to the internet to be used(people who download a lot should know what i mean). But, the page for the lyrics could be loaded every single time i wanted, without fail. Now, isn't that a miracle, 'cause any other page which i wanted to load could not be loaded. Even msn messenger couldn't be used. Isn't God wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I suspect that i might not be able to be online for quite some time. Well, 'cause school's starting, for one, and two, my brother, Samuel, is intending something to the computer today. The CD-rom drive can't be used anymore as he took out something from the CPU last week. And so he's trying to fix it today. Err...i need to use my computer for school ya... Especially for project work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There's going to be a frisbee game later, from 1pm to 5pm. But it looks like its gonna rain now. So i pray and hope that it will not rain today. Hope today's game is gonna be fun. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-111966776916452103?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/111966776916452103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=111966776916452103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111966776916452103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111966776916452103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-is-great.html' title='God Is Great'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-111959658596670286</id><published>2005-06-24T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:54:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitation &amp; Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;About 2 days ago, Bethia, Sulwyn, John, Cy and me went to visit Gracie's daddy. First we went to ikea where Bethia bought a sweet pinkish/purplish card from a flower shop. We then went on the buy a vase and some plastic flowers(yup! the same ones which bethia &amp; paolo once smelled). After signing the card and, of course grabbing some food(we couldn't resist the hot dog bun), we went to Alexandra hospital. Basically, we stood there awkwardly, while Grace's daddy did most of the talking and asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That same nite, we had a movie marathon at eyc. It was cool, but the only movie i watched was "princess diaries 2" before i went home. And with jue yi, caleb leow, raymund, me and a deck of cards there, we played bridge, as usual. When i reached home i completed smth using photoshop, reguarding Jedidiah's cg verse, 1 John 3:1. I want to pass it to all Jedidiah members so ask me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And, finally, i'm sure u've noticed that i've changed my blog skin. All E.S.P.s, i saw a pretty princess skin and it happened to have our cg verse on it. Go check it out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=38072&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;Pr[i]ncess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-111959658596670286?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/111959658596670286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=111959658596670286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111959658596670286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111959658596670286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/06/visitation-movie-marathon.html' title='Visitation &amp; Movie Marathon'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-111935286277508558</id><published>2005-06-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:08:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm finally blogging again!! Just back from church retreat on sunday nite. It was my first retreat and i say, it really made an impact on me! I've reached a spiritual high...oops...out, i mean =) The retreat was fantastic. Certainly felt like it wasn't long enough. There were plenty of funny moments and most of all, i certainly felt God's presence with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Basically, we were eating all the time (probably put on a couple of kg from the 3 meals, no, 4 meals everyday), and in between, the messages and the fun. And let me tell you, the msg was really powerful. It's gonna stick around in my mind for the months to come. When Pastor Benny preached, it was really...incredible(can't think of a better word). The Holy Spirit was really there. No matter how tired, full or cold i was, i fully understood Pastor Benny and paid attention to him. Not to add, worship was awesome! I was so touched that i cried at almost every msg. I really grew closer to God and it was really amazing. The middle months of the year is usually the time where my relationship with God is most stagnant. Here's the summery(sort of) of the msg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b127/summerflake/Christian/5ArenasofTheInnerLife.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Besides growing closer to God, i also grew closer to my circle of frens, like Ch'ng Yi, my roommate, and Jue Yi, Caleb Leow, Paolo, Andrew Fam and Jeremy, whom me and CY hung out with most of the time during the retreat. The 7 of us stocked up on lots of snacks(which we couldn't finish), which we ate during the nite(which explains the 4th meal). Also, all of us(esp me), were treated to the full dose of Andrew's lameness, which was even colder then the air-con. But the best of all has got to be the final nite, when we played an ultimate prank on Jeremy. He's like the only one in church who could have fallen for this prank. He went to sleep before the rest of us, and halfway through the nite, the guys called him up, saying that it was time for breakfast(the actual time was around 3am). To make the long story short, we tricked him into going down for breakfast(which was at the poolside), and he asked why it was so dark. Here's what Andrew replied: "The sun rises in the east and we are in the west, so it takes some time." *rolls eyes* Truly, no one else could have fallen for that! Soon, jeremy asked for the actual time and realised that it was 3.30am in the morning. The rest of us will probably never forget that nite =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Another time was the guys had went into their rooms and Paolo was playin with the controls. He pressed the music button and there was no sound, so Andrew said:"Pick up the phone." And he really did! Paolo falls for Andrew's antics again! And there was one nite which we stopped Jeremy from eating too much snacks, so he threw a tantrum. He took a pillow and sat outside the room on the floor, leading everyone to think that we bullied him! Which was not the case! And the funny event of the final day, was when our lunch was not provided. Frankie treated us to lunch in the chinese restuarant. We had dim sum buffet and had leftover food. So Andrew suggested playing "zhong zi mi ma" to finish up the food. And the funniest part was that Andrew himself had to eat 7 times! The rest of us nearly died laughing at him cuz if he hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have to force himself to eat all those food. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-111935286277508558?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/111935286277508558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=111935286277508558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111935286277508558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/111935286277508558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/06/church-retreat.html' title='Church Retreat'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b127/summerflake/Christian/th_5ArenasofTheInnerLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-110748426466302566</id><published>2005-02-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:26:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DePreSsiNg Day</title><content type='html'>feeling a little depressed this morning... don't know why... stomach feels queasy again... not a good thing... haiz~ then it's might PMS... just feel like curling up into a ball and seperating myself from the rest of the world... but i've got to work so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to junction 8 last with leah and clesias to shop with gracie... it's was a fun time... leah really helped grace alot with her choice of clothes... also we went to funkyb to buy badges... i bought a badge which says: C.I.A. ... know what it stands for?? Christ Is Alive... =) but the sad thing is, it was the last one and i dropped it onto the mrt track... haiz~ why?! ='( maybe i should eat the chocolates i bought earlier to cheer myself up...  heard it'll make the eater happy cause it produces some hormones that induce happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer! barcelona having a match against chelsea on feb 23, wed, in the champions league... the leaders of the Spanish Primera Liga and English Premiership are gonna clash! this had better be a good match... They're surely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; leading well ahead of the other teams in their respective leagues for fun right? Meanwhile, manchester united is having a match with ac milan on the same day... hmmm... i know my mentor is a huge fan of ac milan... and my eldest brother(charles) is a huge fan of man u... i used to be a fan of man u too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why i had such a big feeling of dread this morning... i don't have to go to work after today le... don't know it i should be gald or sad... after all, i had wanted to quit just before chinese new year... which is now... haiz~ i don't know anymore... but at least now i'm free to stay at home and go out with my friends... so if any one wants to go out, find &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! also andrew still owes me ice cream and i'm now free to meet him in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times i just feel like nobody loves me and nobody cares anyway... now seems like one of those times... as i said, might be PMS... haiz~ today is sure a depressin day... for the whole day i've felt like i have a heavy heart... wonder what the issue is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with gracie today... told her that i haven't been doin my QT... and that i needed reminders... so she agreed to remind me... anyway, she lent me her bible to read after lunch... felt better... thanks grace =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-110748426466302566?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/110748426466302566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=110748426466302566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110748426466302566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110748426466302566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/02/depressing-day.html' title='DePreSsiNg Day'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-110740266090861347</id><published>2005-02-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T11:52:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You WouLd CoMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#00CC99&gt;Before the world began&lt;br /&gt;You were on His mind&lt;br /&gt;And every tear you cry&lt;br /&gt;Is precious in His eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him love you more&lt;br /&gt;And nothing that you've done&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him close the door&lt;br /&gt;Because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the Father&lt;br /&gt;Though your gift is small&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts, broken lives&lt;br /&gt;He would take them all&lt;br /&gt;Because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered this song when i bought Hillsong's Shout to the Lord 1. i think it's a really nice song which can be used for evengelism(did i spell it correctly? don't think so...) just thought that i'll share this song with others who don't know it... it's an old song so some of you guys might have heard it before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-110740266090861347?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/110740266090861347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=110740266090861347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110740266090861347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110740266090861347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-you-would-come.html' title='So You WouLd CoMe'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-110689694902758111</id><published>2005-01-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:22:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WorKinG LiFe</title><content type='html'>haiz~ feel so shag... working rite now in samsung customer care centre... working as a call agent/data entry... data entry is brainless and easy... and also boring... call centre is stressful and tough... but interesting... now at the call centre... refusing to take much calls... here typing my bloggie instead... my head hurts, my stomach feels queasy... could certainly feel better... working life's tough... longer hours compaired to school... i miss sch... miss all my friends there... feel like i haven't seen u guys in like a million light years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a call agent is fun and yet horrible in it's own way... couse u have all those irritating customers which u just feel like strangling... i try to help them nicely but they act so stuck up like i owe them a living... ple-eea-ase... and when some parts are out of stock and they've been waiting for weeks for that irritating part to just fly down from korea, what do they customers expect us punny call agents to do? we can't posibily order thos high and mighty korean to fly them down &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; rite? then there are those who are just pest and ask weird questions which even my colleages do not know the answer to... still there are sliver linings in this cloud... i just feel so good and nice when i am able to help the customers and they thank me nicely and happily... i feel like i'm on cloud nine... almost but not quite... just feel glad whenever the day's over whether i do data entry or call centre... lucky the pay is good... at $6.50 per hour i earn $52 per day... cool... never had so much before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a chalet soon... taking leave on the 1st and 2nd of feb... garrick kor organise de... can't wait for it... kor can't say i didn't try wor... really did... wasn't allowed to take leave for 3 days... but i'll do what i said when i chatted with u... if nth goes wrong of course... gathering of the ex-2e3ers... hehex... i'd almost give anything to see the whole grp of u... &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;... wonder if there'll be a meeting of the 4e2 ppl... miss u guys too... then my primary sch mates too... think i sch sick that's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna invite my cg to my house on chu san(third day of chinese new year) along with a few others... provided that u guys can make it... do try to come... it'll be a big grp... but i'll understand if u're meeting ur family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-110689694902758111?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/110689694902758111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=110689694902758111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110689694902758111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110689694902758111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/01/working-life.html' title='WorKinG LiFe'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-110670990725761793</id><published>2005-01-26T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:34:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's WonDeRs</title><content type='html'>about two sundays ago, smth happened to me during cg which made my faith in God stronger... frankie, my cg leader, was praying for the cg one by one... when he prayed for me, he prayed about my family... as some of u know, my family has been having problems... u see, the thing is that my brother had been arguing with my parents the whole week about his job... and there was an arguement just before church that sunday... so i came to church that sunday with a heavy heart... but the wonderous thing is that, i didn't tell anyone about my problem, yet frankie, who was lead by the Holy Spirit, could pray for me about it... so u see, it is indeed God's wonder!! and also, after cg, because frankie had known what to pray for me, i had asked my other friends if what he prayed for them was what that was weighing in their minds, and they said yes, and they were suprised too! Praise the Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-110670990725761793?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/110670990725761793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=110670990725761793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110670990725761793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110670990725761793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2005/01/gods-wonders.html' title='God&apos;s WonDeRs'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9672330.post-110335884495716505</id><published>2004-12-18T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:33:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FaMiLy ChaLeT...</title><content type='html'>ah... feel so shag rite now... just came down all the way from pasir ris to woodlands... for christmas in the park... but it's raining so heavily now... need lots of slp now too... beening slping after 1am for the past few days... but tonite i'll probably slp late again... hehex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday after work at 5.30, i went down from the west of singapore to the east for singapore... literaly from jurong east to pasir ris... was a long and boring ride... good thing i had my diskman with me... when i reached the chalet (my dad picked me up from the mrt station) they were already barbequing... at a super slow speed!! i was like super duper hungry... some food tasted wierd though... then after bathing... i watched my younger cousins play the PS2 game samurai warriors (which actually both belonged to my brothers)... when they went to slp we watched romance of the three kingdoms... it's a very very very old show and i discovered one thing: guys in those days who were considered handsome then are now in my opinion considered gay-looking or xiao bai lian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i woke up to find my brother (the second oldest: sam) playing the PS2... younger cousins woke up and took over the console (couldn't bully them into letting us play, rite?)... so we play majong instead... a very quiet majong... u know we're supposed to call out the tile name when we throw it out? hardly anyone did that... the afternoon was okie... everyone went out cept for me and my brother (the oldest: charles)... so the two of us just kept on playing the PS2... slpt at two that nite... why? playing majong... lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up today, i saw a guy without his shirt, lying on the floor, wearing a very bright orange pants... was like trying to figure out which cousin he was... hehex.. never knew any of my cousins to have such bad taste in clothes... before i left for woodlands, i drank a can of jolly shandy... just so that i'll slp on the train ride back to woodlands... well, got to go for christmas in the park now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9672330-110335884495716505?l=summerflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/feeds/110335884495716505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9672330&amp;postID=110335884495716505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110335884495716505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9672330/posts/default/110335884495716505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerflake.blogspot.com/2004/12/family-chalet.html' title='FaMiLy ChaLeT...'/><author><name>lilacsrip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nZ86joyyU/TqBTt-1neGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2FccnCR8Dk/s220/Zoya%2BCaitlin%2BNubar%2B2010%2BClose-up%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
