<?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-17000807</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:54:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penned by phing</title><subtitle type='html'>[Jesus said]"...I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." - John 10:10

a simple promise with profound truth, 
an offer i could not refuse...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-1767144736714840041</id><published>2008-08-04T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:38:10.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a serving of 'to-nies'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i seemed to have forgotten why i don't bake anymore. it's not that the end product [usually] doesn't come out right [or the way that it's supposed to] (well, maybe a tiny part of it might be the reason. but then again, the whole process of waiting and anticipating what it would turn out more than made up for the probable disappointment in the end :P) so, why don't i bake anymore? it's the washing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;utensils everywhere (somehow during the whole process, i used more utensils than needed), there are flour everywhere, the spills and all that. urgh... just the mess itself more than put me off baking. never again. not in the near future anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, the brownie came out tasting like tofu and the marshmallows disappeared (or melted and became the gooey, sticky stuff on the brownie). so, i ended up with something that looked like a dark brown block of cheese (what with all the holes where the marshmallows are supposed to sit) that tastes as bland as tofu. now i understand the reasoning behind the WHOLE lot of sugar intended in the recipe. and i thought i was doing a WHOLE lot of good in reducing my sugar intake :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, my housemates were really cool. they actually tried the 'to-nies' (as it is now fondly called by my friends for its tofu-ly taste) without gagging while putting on a straight face. bless them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this reminds me that life is not always sweet. and when life tastes bland or even bitter, i still have reasons to rejoice and be thankful for, and on the top of my list - my family and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"give thanks in all circumstances..." - 1 thessalonians 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-1767144736714840041?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1767144736714840041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=1767144736714840041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1767144736714840041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1767144736714840041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/serving-of-to-nies-i-seemed-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-8107136820446786645</id><published>2008-06-15T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:49:37.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 year 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 years ago, if you told me that i'll be living away from home, i'd laugh. fresh out of high school and just starting college, i wouldn't even dream of moving out from my home, let alone going overseas. 1 year and 2 weeks ago, i set foot on uk's ground. and i've been here since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanted to blog earlier (2 weeks ago, to be exact, my first anniversary here) but then, procrastination is such sweet escape. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, what have i accomplished in the past year that i have been here? well, i've got my bachelor's degree. and i've got a job. oh, and i've learned to cook a wicked spaghetti. haha. well, i guess all these are nothing without God's grace :) God has indeed been good to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my year away from home, i've definitely learned to trust in God's grace and providence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"... My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness..." - 2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-8107136820446786645?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8107136820446786645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=8107136820446786645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/8107136820446786645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/8107136820446786645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-year-2-weeks-5-years-ago-if-you-told.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-6497364000357884457</id><published>2008-04-18T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:38:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;一碗汤的温暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;我超爱汤的。以前都不觉怎样；有汤就喝， 没也无所谓。可是现在，在这寒冷的天气里，如有一碗热呼呼的汤，那就真的觉得自己很幸福。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;不记得从哪听过；一碗汤是没治病的功能，可是，它却能为个生病的人带来温暖，幸福感。那，身体也会较快好起来。突然间，好想念妈妈熬的汤。虽然，妈妈每次熬汤我都没生病，可是，只要是妈妈熬的，那碗汤总觉得很甜，很美味。虽说汤可自己熬，可是怎么熬，总觉缺乏一种味道。可能这就是他们所说的 “妈妈的味道” 吧。所以说呢，不曾失去就不懂得珍惜啰。哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;现在，值得安慰的是，每一个星期在工作那儿，至少都有一碗汤喝。不是味精汤喔，是用真材实料熬出来的哟。想不到，我竟然可以在这儿找到小幸福 :) 真的好感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;人在远方，没有家人在身边，这感觉真的是很孤单。好想家哦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"疲乏的人，我使他饱饫。愁烦的人，我使他知足" - 耶利米书 31:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;萍上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-6497364000357884457?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6497364000357884457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=6497364000357884457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/6497364000357884457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/6497364000357884457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/3125.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-3738407876164744662</id><published>2008-04-16T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:21:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"do you love Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i remember a statement which goes something like this, "sometimes dying for Christ is easier than living for Him". i remember also, agreeing with this statement, though not in practical terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these past weeks, i've been having issues with a friend of mine. i'm not too sure whether who am i mad at more, him or myself. the thing is, he is not even aware that i am mad at him. i have been dropping hints here and there that i do not really agree with the things that he does, but somehow, it doesn't really get through the thick head of his. at times, i really felt like screaming at him and giving his behind a good, hard kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, why didn't i just tell him straight? i don't know. it's not that easy. there are other factors to consider, like another of my friend who's involved in this. if i told him off, then it would be selfish on my part. sometimes i wish i could just be that selfish and not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we bear the image of Christ. whatever we do, whatever actions we take, it reflects God", i remember telling this to my sunday school kids. maybe this is the reason why i care. and maybe this is why i'm finding it harder and harder to live, as Christ would me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i remember one night, i was fuming and have been avoiding him, just in case i did something i'd really regret. i had my earphones on, listening to some music and trying to fall asleep. i remember a line of a song that was playing, "Jesus i love you" it sang repeatedly. four simple words and yet at that moment, i felt like i can't even say the words without blatantly lying. somehow, at that moment, i felt like Jesus was talking to me, asking me, "do you love me?", "if you love me, love him, because i love him". "i know you love him Lord, but it's so hard for me right now. it's so hard." my tears were pouring. but all i felt was Jesus' gentle words, repeating, "if you love me, love him, because i love him". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have learned to forgive him but this doesn't mean that now i agree with what he does. i still don't. but, at least now i know i have a fruit of the spirit growing healthily within me - PATIENCE. and only God knows how much i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"for to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain." - philippians 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&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/17000807-3738407876164744662?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3738407876164744662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=3738407876164744662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/3738407876164744662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/3738407876164744662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-love-me-i-remember-statement.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-7904125466298670932</id><published>2008-04-06T02:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:59:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s pretty exciting, considering this is only the second time that we (me &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mates) experienced ACTUAL snow. we've had our fair share of hailstones ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: 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catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gl9G0G2bI/AAAAAAAAABY/PXWLl9uIJqo/s1600-h/CIMG2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gl9G0G2bI/AAAAAAAAABY/PXWLl9uIJqo/s320/CIMG2515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185936702648539570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gmX20G2gI/AAAAAAAAACA/KFEJx6lXdJ0/s1600-h/CIMG2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gmX20G2gI/AAAAAAAAACA/KFEJx6lXdJ0/s320/CIMG2537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937162210040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gmYG0G2hI/AAAAAAAAACI/EOf41JB9HMA/s1600-h/CIMG2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gmYG0G2hI/AAAAAAAAACI/EOf41JB9HMA/s320/CIMG2544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185937166505007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has made ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ything beautiful in its time..." -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; eccle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;siaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; 3:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-7904125466298670932?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7904125466298670932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=7904125466298670932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7904125466298670932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7904125466298670932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/snow-it-was-pretty-exciting-considering.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R_gmXm0G2eI/AAAAAAAAABw/VyFJlZxf_84/s72-c/CIMG2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-1969808658142030110</id><published>2008-03-23T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:20:45.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;could i ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;by planetshakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i woke up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and thought of all the things You’d done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i find myself here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling oh so overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You gave Your life away for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; truly my heart belongs to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; so let me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; how could i ever thank You for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; what You did at Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; when You bled and died for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; how could i ever turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; knowing that You paid the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; that i could never pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i think of the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that You died upon that Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bearing my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even though my heart was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy easter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-1969808658142030110?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1969808658142030110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=1969808658142030110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1969808658142030110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1969808658142030110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/could-i-ever-by-planetshakers-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2329496677691235561</id><published>2008-03-23T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:33:15.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"put it on my bill"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is no such thing as a free lunch. i am sure that everyone has heard of this statement before. indeed, there is a price for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a boy came into the shop and ordered some food. minutes later, the boy's mom walked into the shop with a friend. after the friend had ordered her food, she asked that whatever the boy owe, put it on her bill. so, i took the boy's ticket (or bill) , put 'paid' on it and transfered the total owed onto the lady's bill. at that instant, it hit me. isn't this exactly what easter is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;each of us has a 'bill' - for sins in our lives. i know it doesn't sound nice, but we humans are not perfect (romans 3:23). and the total price on our bill - death (romans 6:23). and no, master card will definitely NOT save us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so, because of love, Christ came and paid our bills, in other words, die in place of us (romans 5:8). the story is far from over. after dying on the cross, Christ resurrected, which means that He has conquered sin as well as death. our salvation is now assured. and this, is the story of easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i have a 'paid' on my bill, and so is yours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"... the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." - mark 10:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2329496677691235561?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2329496677691235561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-4558777053680354127</id><published>2008-03-22T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:54:20.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His selflessness for our selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?” - Albert Einstein&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God showed His love for us by sending His Son.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus showed His love for us by dying on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;by planetshakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sweetest sound i've ever heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; the sound of heaven calling out to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;before i ever called Your Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You gave Your life for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and all the things i'd ever do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You took upon the cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You took the weight of the world on Your shoulders (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You did it all for me (x2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the greatest love i've ever known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that You would give Your life to set me free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;before i ever called Your Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You paid the price for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and all the things i'd ever do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You bought a covering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You take me as i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; into Your new scarred hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and when i run so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You always call me back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; into Your open arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not matter what ive done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; amazing grace has found me here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; because of what You've done for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-4558777053680354127?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4558777053680354127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=4558777053680354127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4558777053680354127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4558777053680354127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/his-selflessness-for-our-selfishness.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-4472815399031819380</id><published>2008-03-17T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:16:20.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in who (can) we trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friend shared a link to me. it was an hour long documentary on malaysia's ex-deputy pm, anwar ibrahim; (quote unquote) "an insight story on an elaborate conspiracy". it tells of a very different story from what i know and heard when the ex-dpm was charged and jailed. all my years, all i know was that he was bad and that was that. now this documentary states otherwise, it was all a conspiracy to kick the ex-dpm out of the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know, every story has its bias interpretation, and we should always look at both sides of a story. just like the classic red-riding hood, where we were told that the wolf is the baddie who tries to eat little red. that is until i watched 'hoodwinked', which tells of a different story from the fairy tale that we know. oh, btw, it really is good to watch, well-worth the 2 hours (or less) of your life ;P oh, if you must know, wolfie is not the baddie and this is about all the spoiler that you get. go watch it yourself :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, back to the question, "who can we trust?" in this fallen world, there's not many. as children, we were often told not to talk to strangers. so, 'strangers' would be definitely out of the list. who, then, is on our list of trust? family? friends? colleagues? neighbours? they are the most probable answers on our list. but can they REALLY be trusted? ok, calm down. i heard some already saying, "what?! don't you trust your OWN FAMILY?" of course i do. but i don't deny that family problems still exist because of betrayal of trust. even the bible has more than one story of unhappy family, i.e cain &amp;amp; abel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, you say, "hey, what about God?" yes. God. can He be trusted? some already question His existence, let alone trust. i have never seen God. so, why do i trust Him? or why do i even believe that He exists? i don't know. all i know is - FAITH. yes. faith. you can't question faith and you definitely cannot measure faith. either it's there or it's not. ok, i know i'm not making any sense. but i just couldn't explain in words, why i felt peace in the midst of chaos, felt joy in the midst of sadness, felt comforted when i'm blue or just having the assurance that anything is possible when i have Him with me (and by this, i don't mean that i plan to jump off a plane without a parachute, mind you). it's either i'm delusional or God is really with me. and i would definitely prefer the latter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"...in God i trust; i will not be afraid..." - psalm 56:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, i got 3 fortune cookies yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one read, "you will never grow old because of your personality", which i felt was describing steve more than me. and so, i gave it to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the second read, "you are most likely to move at the end of the year", which i highly doubt. unless it was talking about my landlady not wanting to rent the house out any longer, which would then make the 'fortune' applies to everyone in this house. haha. i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the third read, "think alot before answering any question next thursday". so, let's just see what happens on thursday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-4472815399031819380?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4472815399031819380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=4472815399031819380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4472815399031819380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4472815399031819380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-who-can-we-trust-my-friend-shared.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-4939811494721836971</id><published>2008-03-14T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:09:34.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;loosing the sight of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i came across a verse today and it really hit me hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it got me thinking. since the time that i've started work, everyday was like 'just getting through another day'. work is no fun and i think most (if not all) would agree.  and living like this is seriously n.o.t g.o.o.d. for the soul. so, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what am i here for?&lt;/span&gt;", and i am sure that it is not living like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; have i really strayed that far? i hope not. but only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"and be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God." - romans 12:2 (kjv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-4939811494721836971?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4939811494721836971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=4939811494721836971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4939811494721836971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/4939811494721836971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/loosing-sight-of-you-i-came-across.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-32710530696443432</id><published>2008-03-13T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:21:10.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sorry for your lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;four simple words, and yet it is so hard to be expressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what exactly do you say to someone who has just lost their loved ones? i have no idea. having lost a loved one myself, i couldn't remember exactly what people has said to me.   words of comfort and encouragement that is all i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today i found myself really lost for words, and all that i could do was to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prayer. what a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gift. in times especially when nothing can be done, a prayer is the best that one can offer. a prayer for comfort. a prayer for peace. or a prayer for understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"...pray for each other..." - james 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-32710530696443432?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/32710530696443432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=32710530696443432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/32710530696443432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/32710530696443432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-for-your-lost-four-simple-words.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2373503579085590447</id><published>2008-03-11T23:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:49:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life's like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has there been a time in your life that you felt really sick of life and there's absolutely nothing what-so-ever that you do could make you feel better? you felt like screaming but your voice's trap in your throat; you felt like crying but the tears just won't come; felt like giving up but is afraid to disappoint the people that you hold dear. you feel so alone eventhough there are people around you. you think that, "well, no one cares anyway". then, you realize that the problem is not with the people around you but it's YOU. and then you felt 10x worse than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, that's life. that's what i'm feeling right now anyway, with my hormones on their roller-coaster ride. i think i'm gonna go insane; one moment everything is okie-dokie, next moment it's "you better get lost!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, so the diagnose: ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;problem starts when we (ok... when 'I') put ourselves ('MYSELF') in capital letters. we focus too much on ourselves that we think that our problems are far superior than ww1 and ww2 put together and that people should know better than to cross our paths or that somehow it becomes their sacred duty to make us feel better. ok, i admit that i'm guilty in this department lately and i won't use my unbalanced hormone levels as excuse. truth is, there is no excuse, it's just our selfish nature taking it's course (;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how often have we thought of others instead of ourselves? in our conversations, what's the ratio of 'me' to 'he/she/them' (and by this, i don't mean in the bad/gossip kind of way, for this is just another way to make you look 'bigger' or more superior than others, indirectly). and so, i hang my head in shame as i recall the countless times that tried to make myself look 'big' (not physically, though i don't need much help in that area anyway ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the solution: GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i learn to change my focus and put God first. and when God is the centre of attention, all i could see is His unfailing love and His wonderful mercy. at this, i couldn't help but smile and with such awe in my heart that i just have to say thank you to the One who gave me life in the first place, who allowed me to experience and be part of His marvelous creation, who in the worst of myself, NEVER forsakes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we are at the weakest points in our lives, God is always there waiting. just like the story of the prodigal son, how often when there's no other options left, only then we turn to our Father. why does He have to be the last we go to? i'm not mad at anybody, just myself for relying on my own strength too much and too often than trusting God to provide. all my life (well, 4 years of my life) i taught kids to put God first, but look where i am now. i felt like a hypocrite. i guess i am. name: michelle, job: hypocrite. oh, how i loathe myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, just like the story, i know that my Father is and always will be there when i need Him. there is not a moment in a day that i am not filled by His unfailing love. it's so hard to put into words this love that i felt. even in times like this that i hate myself for doing the things i did, somehow i could feel His comfort, it's like Him saying, "it's ok, i love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God never fails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"the Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and i am helped. my heart leaps for joy and i will give thanks to Him in song." - psalm 28:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2373503579085590447?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2373503579085590447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2373503579085590447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2373503579085590447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2373503579085590447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifes-like-this-has-there-been-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2503551597926369362</id><published>2007-11-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:29:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Hey ya, what would you like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 weeks into my job and it's getting duller by the moment. not. haha. it's not what as expected but to be honest, it was a cool job; standing behind the counter, greeting everyone who comes in with a smile, asking "what would you like", then rush off and prepares the order, and this cycle continues by the minutes. yup, not such a bad job. at least the pay is good =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this song kinda sings what i've been feeling througout the week. enjoy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EVEN WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Seven Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this week, i prayed, one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my phone, it rang, i put You on the other line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and now my thoughts they drift around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my knees remain unacquainted with the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; unless my faith is put to the test and i am forced to bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; although i'm in this flesh it doesn't mean You shouldn't have the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from me, from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; even when my eyes are dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; even when my soul is tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; even when my hands are heavy, i will lift them up to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not about how i feel, oh Lord i am here for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i exist for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i close my eyes but all i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a background of black, bouncy squiggly lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this week's mistakes coming back to mind but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will lift my voice and make a joyful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; forget about me, i only get me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; although i cannot see it doesn't mean i shouldn't sing to You, to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You've given me Your life and have held mine together yet i find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;excuses to slouch in my pew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but when glory divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is sitting in my very presence, the least that i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is give my all to You, give my all to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2503551597926369362?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2503551597926369362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2503551597926369362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2503551597926369362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2503551597926369362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-ya-what-would-you-like-2-weeks-into.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2182240735158023217</id><published>2007-10-15T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:06:06.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;selamat hari raya. maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess i'm finally settling in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been long since i last blogged. don't know where to start and not sure whether words alone are enough to describe all that have happened. all i can say is that there are good times, great times and then there are the really bad times. but i still thank God for guiding me through them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, i guess i won't be picking up where i've left off, i'll just have to start anew; close the previous chapter of my life and start a new chapter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2182240735158023217?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2182240735158023217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2182240735158023217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2182240735158023217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2182240735158023217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-4120530665712544579</id><published>2007-08-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:40:59.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by point of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trust, trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lean not on your own understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in all, all of your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acknowledge him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He'll make your path straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a lot had happened these past weeks. in all, we need to remind ourselves to trust the One who created us and the One who holds our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-5176910035649342662</id><published>2007-07-30T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:08:19.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going to see the bank close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-5176910035649342662?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5176910035649342662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=5176910035649342662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/5176910035649342662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/5176910035649342662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-rush-going-to-see-bank-close-phing.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-1734942978344622762</id><published>2007-07-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:51:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 modules down, 2 more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's the official day in wrapping up the 3rd module - contemporary issues in IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exams are fun. not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all my 'gon liong' really 'gon liao'. i need to re-stock. i wanna go shopping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-1734942978344622762?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1734942978344622762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=1734942978344622762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1734942978344622762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/1734942978344622762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-finished-3-modules-down-2-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-7463967912927631150</id><published>2007-07-16T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:38:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm already there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been more than a month now since i've left home. haha. sounded so wrong. anyway, i'm currently in merseyside, liverpool!! and enjoying every moment of it, whether good or bad =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weeks felt like they're in fastforward. as i said, it's already more than a month, (in fact, approaching 2). even though everyday's in a slower pace than back home (feels like it anyway), somehow the past weeks seemed like they were flying through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, getting into routine now. wake up everyday, then go uni (mon-fri), slept in occasionally on the weekends. haven't been around much (outside of merseyside). the furthest i've been would be alton towers in staffordshire. great fun =) other than that which are outside of merseyside would be chester, west kirby and new brighton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, i have uploaded some of my photos into webshots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/enigma_2164?vhost=community"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;click to albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;currently in the lab at uni. am supposed to looks into some of the notes for lectures afterwards. anyway, can't concentrate and read off the monitor. so, thought to update my blog instead =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really miss everyone back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-7463967912927631150?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7463967912927631150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=7463967912927631150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7463967912927631150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7463967912927631150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-already-there-it-has-been-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-9203136999931010856</id><published>2007-05-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:31:38.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;zoo was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no, seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despite the stink and most of the animals were like malas want to layan us, still there are some that had 'unintentionally' humoured us, esp. the baby wild boars. haha. they are just adorable! oh, ivy, juz remembered, you forgotten to take picture with the ostrich =P haha. anyway, it rained. never thought i'd see the zoo on a rainy day. it was pretty cool. it got even 'cooler' (temperature wise as well as expression) when we're on the shuttle to get to the exit. and yeah, we were wet, esp. me and ivy. got the best seat, i mean stand, in the shuttle, helped shelter the others from the rain. so kind of us =P anyway, you could imagine what everyone smelt like, esp. when everyone's cramped in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; car. smelled like we took the whole zoo with us, the stink anyway. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that went for lunch. make that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; late lunch. had yong tau fu in ampang. it's halal! can you imagine! anyway, getting there was kinda eventful, getting out of there was even more eventful. not bad, considering that we get to tour around kl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the photos will have to wait; need some editing here and there =P oh, hannah, ivy, i want the photos!! haha. anyway, thank you guys (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;namely andrew, ivy, hannah &amp; tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) for a great day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** rewind back to sunday ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my gratitude towards all the sunday school teachers (esp mun wai) for the luncheon on sunday &amp;amp; the gift. it was really cool. nearly cried. haha. not so much as to the adhoc speech that i needed to come up with, but all the advices and well-wishers of you guys. thanx guys, really appreciate them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, &amp; i cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't believe i'm leaving next week! got me just now while i was driving home. i'm gonna miss everyone &amp;amp; everything (haha). somehow all the farewells felt like it's the last time that i'm gonna see you guys *sniff... sniff...* anyway, just to make it more bearable, i'm just gonna be missing 1 (or maybe 2) christmas with you guys... waaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, remember to miss me ya =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-9203136999931010856?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9203136999931010856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=9203136999931010856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/9203136999931010856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/9203136999931010856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/zoo-was-fun-no-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2688920239052584886</id><published>2007-04-20T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:42:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how sweet the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that saved a wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i once was lost, but now am found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was blind, but now i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'twas grace that taught my heart to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and grace my fears relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how precious did that grace appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the hour i first believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my chains are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and like a flood His mercy reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;unending love, amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Lord has promised good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His word my hope secures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will my shield and portion be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as long as life endures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the earth shall soon dissolve like snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sun forbear to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but God, Who called me here below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;will be forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;will be forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"[Jesus said]... I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies..." - John 11:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;r.i.p grandma (30 august 1923 - 20 april 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2688920239052584886?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2688920239052584886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2688920239052584886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2688920239052584886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2688920239052584886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-grace-my-chains-are-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2656845783878036541</id><published>2007-04-19T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:36:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;how's your yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday was pretty intense, for most part of the morning anyway. INTERVIEW. yup, yesterday's the day for my visa interview. super nervous, couldn't sleep the night before. wanted to blog yesterday, but was too tired. hahaha, another one of my lame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alah-saaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... so, here's what happened yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reached the british high com at around 8am, lined up and was the 7th person in line. handed my bag and handphone over to the guard, took a number and was the 7th person in line to be interviewed, though the number on my tag says 8 but then, no matter. met a girl, chat abit, she's also applying same type of visa that i'm applying. waited for almost an hour for the interview session to start. the 1st interview started at around 9am and it's already 10+ when it's my turn to get interviewed. somehow managed to walk into the interview 'booth' without feeling my legs. babbled my way through. then the guai-lo said, "you can relax now" (apparently i'm not only feeling it but i'm wearing it), which is when i did the stupid thing and laughed like an insane person (sorry, but i was super nervous...). then he said, "you can collect your passports and documents at wisma mca at 4.30 - 5.30" [ok, not his exact words but something similar =P] which means that I'VE GOT IT!!! hurray!!! yes!!! praise the Lord!! wahahaha... after that was super excited. called witney, her interview was in the afternoon around 1.45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that went to klcc at around 12 for brunch and to wait for witney to meet up. actually bought a movie ticket to watch mr. bean. but then got out in the midst of the show. witney's in klcc. she got the visa!! was super(x2) excited then. went around klcc to window shop, taking mental notes on what we need to buy and bring over to uk. then 4.15 came and we headed to menara wisma mca to collect our documents. everything was done before 5.30.  so that's most of my yesterday in 2 paragraphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing that's worth mentioning was the interview 'booth'. it was super cool (not in the temperature sense). it has a really high-up counter and i had to stand throughout the whole interview - no chair. kakakaka... as well, was so nervous, wouldn't think i'd sit still. the whole place looks like the bank counter except that it's enclosed and there is a glass pane in between us. kinda feels like the visiting place in prison on tv. *hello?... do u hear me on the other end* kakaka... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, while waiting for the interview to start, they had on the bbc news channel on tv. my first for watching news 1 solid hour straight. saw the same news 3x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and i've decided to add a header... if you haven't noticed =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&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/17000807-2656845783878036541?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2656845783878036541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2656845783878036541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2656845783878036541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2656845783878036541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/hows-your-yesterday-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-2907963923592163106</id><published>2007-04-02T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:45:23.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;car alarms. what are they good for? one thing i learned is that they are only good for when you can't remember where you've parked your car in the car park. the other thing that they are good for is to annoy the hell out of your neighbours. other than that, nil. if you say that car alarm wards off potential car-jackers, maybe. but it's sure not much use to try and get people's attention when you are in need of help. oh sure, the annoying 'wee-yo-wee-yo' of the alarm would get their attention alright, but they'll be too busy cursing whoever whose alarm that has disrupted their concentration on who-knows-what, or trying their best (and probably excel at it) to ignore the alarm *i don't hear anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i don't hear anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not saying that i'm high-and-mighty or trying to imply that i would be superman and jump to the rescue. no, actually. far from that. for i know this is what i would do; having acquired the ability to filter unwanted noises sure comes in handy during these times (the other being trying to study and the same time your neighbour decides to renovate their houses). anyway, i'm just trying to point out (esp to the mule-headed someone) that you can never call for help using the car alarm, not during emergencies anyway. the batteries would go flat before people would come to help you. the better option is to think of a way to get your butt out of the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;above situation applies to house alarms. unless if you have an automatic caller which calls some security agency that would dispatch help as soon as the alarm goes off, or if you are lucky enough to have neighbours who are alert, or your alarm system does not goes off constantly for no particular reason esp every time when thunder strikes (heard of 'boy who called wolf'?), else you are better off without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next time, please do not leave the keys in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-2907963923592163106?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2907963923592163106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=2907963923592163106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/2907963923592163106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cook lunch, take out the laundry... and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it. wakakakakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday was kinda eventful. went to college to collect the unconditional offer letter from ljmu and went to submit my visa application. and i tell u, it was a drag... i mean the visa application thingy. need to prepare this, need to prepare that and on top of that do a whole lot of worrying. kakakaka... if i got the visa then the whole thing would be worth it, if not... well, i don't wanna think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, after the submission, me and witney went over to klcc to meet up with elle, hx, shi ping, neng jin and jimmy. funny thing happened; at first thought wanna catch a movie, then decided that me and witney would go look at stuff to buy (preparing for uk =P) but then went to times square instead (coz the guys convinced us that sg wang would have more stuff to see and much cheaper) and ended in the kareoke lounge and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAD A BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; started off with the guys singing a chinese song (no idea what song was it) thereafter it's us girls' turn, with some celine dion songs as warm up (lol!) it was great fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some pics of the guys. my phone's cam wasn't that good, especially in fairly dark places. well, at least you could see abit of their faces =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6HNMl7UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGBbLpMYb08/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6HNMl7UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGBbLpMYb08/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047613915339812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jimmy &amp; jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6V9Ml7VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yjJxNa8P89I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6V9Ml7VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yjJxNa8P89I/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047614168742882642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elle &amp; witney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6f9Ml7WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7BInlAo27I/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6f9Ml7WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7BInlAo27I/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047614340541574498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shi ping &amp;amp; hx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crossing my fingers and hopefully my visa application will be approved. whatever it is, i put my faith in the Lord and trust that the Lord will provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"where God guides, He will provide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-210350568959602242?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/210350568959602242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=210350568959602242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/210350568959602242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/210350568959602242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-another-week-already-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/Rgy6HNMl7UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZGBbLpMYb08/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-7242736816631576242</id><published>2007-03-28T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:59:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is sooo cute... i just couldn't resist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bebLZfd1Ulc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bebLZfd1Ulc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, it's a welsh corgi pup =) i want 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&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/17000807-7242736816631576242?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7242736816631576242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/7242736816631576242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-sooo-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-6266070127885047443</id><published>2007-03-10T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:01:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever." - Psalm 118:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay!! i passed all my papers. yes, even the ones that i thought i'm gonna flunk =P this is juz a milestone, wait till the actual results come... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;break into cold sweat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog bitz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;booked my flight ticket to UK. most probably would be flying on june the 1st to manchester airport. next to 'gao dim' would be my passport and visas, hopefully can get everything done during the coming week. then, shopping(!!) for stuff =P kakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;start packing.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"God is good all the time, and i'll say it again... God is good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-6266070127885047443?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6266070127885047443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=6266070127885047443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/6266070127885047443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/6266070127885047443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-thanks-to-lord-for-he-is-good-his.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-116918200169376932</id><published>2007-01-19T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:55:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by Brian Littrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmacF-VZrqk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmacF-VZrqk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;clip from Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to see Your first step, hear Your very first word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell me, did You ever fall and scrape Your knee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did You know Your wounds would one day heal the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for just one moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could have seen You growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;learning the ways of a carpenter's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just a little boy gazing at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did You remember creating every one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if You passed by, would i have seen a child or a king?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would i have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my only wish is to see You, face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just to see You, Jesus, face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when You left Your footprints upon the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to walk along beside You and never look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just Your whisper and the wind and sea obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to see You feed the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to feel Your healing in Your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my only wish is to see You, face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just to see You, Jesus, face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to hear You pray in the garden alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laying down Your will with each tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to see You walk that lonely road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;willing to die for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and in that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i should have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You took my cross and gave Your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and You live again, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and You live again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my only wish is to see You rise again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish i could have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my only wish is to see You, Jesus, face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;someday i'll be there, i'm gonna be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll see Your face, Your mercy, Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;someday, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going to see You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-116918200169376932?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116918200169376932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=116918200169376932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116918200169376932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116918200169376932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/wish-by-brian-littrell-clip-from-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-116918050994255779</id><published>2007-01-19T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:44:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for updating =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see, last post is in nov '06,  currently is jan '07, hmm... not bad, i thought it has been longer, but anyway... backtrack to last nov... err... starting from new year =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;31st counting down to new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had bbq =) not such a bad way to end the year. didn't feel like the year had ended though, didn't even realize it was already 12am; and by 12.02am (i'm guessing), jullian started saying happy new year. yup, then only i knew the year has ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;new year's resolutions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; shed some pounds &lt;default&gt; -has been since who knows when, kakaka...&lt;/default&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; canon in d!! -though might need new guitar =P not enough frets in the current &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; be a better teacher =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fyp no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yup, finally submitted my dreaded final year project!! woohoo... should have submitted long ago, but then, something happened... (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't u hate this, yeah, me 2 =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;christmas '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay!! my favourite season in the year =) not much has changed; choir, eve-nite celebration (replacing carolling). oh, had the most candidates for baptism =) 19 in all!! well, not many to some, but for us it's the biggest number ever coz usually we only have an average of 5. hopefully a bigger number in the years to come. congrats to all the baptism candidates. i imagine the heavens must be ringing with choruses of praise and celebration =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;prayers needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my grand-aunt is stricken with cancer and it's kinda critical now. she was supposed to come to our house and celebrate christmas together, but then she was too weak to leave the house. at first the cancer was in the colon and healed, but now the cancer has spread to the whole of her liver. i'm thankful though, she had said the sinner's prayer and received Christ as her Saviour. praise the Lord. please pray for her &amp; her family. pray also that in this time God would use her and lead her family to Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;laptop crashed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aarrgghhh!! my worst nightmare has been realized. didn't know what happened. the morning i was still using the laptop to send and copy stuff to my supervisor, then at night, it can't run windows! it got to the blue screen; in other words, i can kiss all my stuff goodbye (T.T) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what to do but to send the laptop for service. the service centre was super lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st, they take 3 days to diagnose what's wrong with my laptop, then they called up to ask for approval to continue with repairs because it costs quite a substantial amount (and i said ok), then i called back a week later asking for the laptop and they said it was still pending for approval (oh my goodneess!!! apparently the person who took my call previously didn't set whatever from pending to approve or something and so, it's still waiting for my approval!! no, i'm not gonna swear, though i really felt like giving them a piece of my mind) so, *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sabar... sabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* fine, i gave them another week. actually dad called up (not sure when), scolded (i guess, not sure, mom told me) some guy and they said, "ok, next day can collect!" sure enough, they called the next day and told me my laptop was ready for collection. yay for dad!! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd, the fee. they charged 100 for labour, 370 for who knows what, and an additional 80 because i requested backup (80 for backup is fair enough). at first they told me the bill would be 80, so i thought, ok (though i know it's too good to be true). dad blew a fuse when i told him 80 for backup, haha, coz previously he kept telling me to backup all my stuff into the home pc. guess, i deserved it =( after that, they called and along came the other costs. what can i do but to say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... so, 550 in all, my 1 month and 2 days salary... gone... i'm guessing the 370 has something to do with the new harddisk they changed for me; 370 for 40gb harddisk, according to my friend, that's the price of the harddisk 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd, they didn't backup the essential stuff, like my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;documents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). they backed up some of the programs, which it's fine, but none as important as my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;documents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). and i'm beginning to think that i shouldn't have wasted my $$ by sending it to repair; the reason that i sent for repair is so that my works and documents could be saved. anyway, what done is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;luckily i have a copy of my fyp at elle's place, not up-to-date, but better than nothing. thanks elle, you're a life-saver =) so, as mentioned, i managed to finish &amp; submit my fyp, though it's long overdued, but thank God for understanding supervisor =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;more recent event: seafood &amp;amp; fireflies @ kuala selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;final exam (in a week's time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;genting (maybe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prom nite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese new year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a job (hopefully)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uk, here i come...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-116918050994255779?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116918050994255779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=116918050994255779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116918050994255779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116918050994255779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-116307429814004259</id><published>2006-11-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:21:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;juz some updating work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;documents oh documents. how i hate u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;good thing tomorrow's class is canceled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so our date still on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't worry, i won't run; i won't escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;better die facing you for the rest of the month than meeting you again next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha... by then i'd be gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm juz crapping. as someone said (and i quote):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"i'm procrastinating by &lt;u&gt;[fill in the blanks]&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;quote 2: "i want to graduate!!" - &lt;em&gt;yeah, me too (-.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-116307429814004259?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116307429814004259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=116307429814004259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116307429814004259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116307429814004259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/juz-some-updating-work.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-116041542028279154</id><published>2006-10-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:37:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, it's official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. i seriously have no imagination whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. my brain's art department has been shut down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. i'm gonna be so dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hopefully whatever brain-juices that's left could last me until the end of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need re-fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-116041542028279154?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116041542028279154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=116041542028279154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116041542028279154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/116041542028279154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115977950526197923</id><published>2006-10-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:06:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you've missed saturday's concert, you better go knock your head against the wall =P nah, just kidding. last friday and saturday was the international worship music festival. it was awesome!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too bad i missed the friday's concert by the florida team =( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*wait while i go knock my head against the wall...* =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, saturday was great too. had a bigger group, with the klang valley baptist churches combined with the florida team. conducted by none other than camp kirkland himself and terry williams =) oh, and the orchestra team was superb! &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... it was really beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;painful lesson learnt last year, NEVER EVER EVER wear high heels during the performance =P this year wore my black sneakers instead. though comfortable, but my legs were killing me after the 2+ hours of standing straight. and after holding my black folder in the same position for 2+ hours, i could not feel my left arms anymore =P but all these were nothing compared to the 'high' i've got singing my lungs out =) and i don't mind doing i again though, coz it's really wonderful to sing about His glory and His wonderful love =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;another thing worth remembering about is that dad actually came! praise the Lord =) mom did a great job in pulling dad along though, haha... it's been really good to see him there. not sure whether he enjoyed watching the concert or not, coz he's not much of a going-to-concert type. but the fact that he was actually there listening and watching was really amazing. hopefully the message had touched his heart =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry if i am just blabbering along but i've spent the whole morning and afternoon writing my report and my brain kinda stop functioning in the vocab department =P but the past few days has been really awesome! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115977950526197923?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115977950526197923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115977950526197923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115977950526197923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115977950526197923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-youve-missed-saturdays-concert-you.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115954435621568974</id><published>2006-09-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:21:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no more waking up at 6.30am. no more working attire. no more cracking my head over lousy program codes. well, not exactly no more cracking my head over program codes, but at least i won't be cracking at the ungodly hour of 8.30am =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am happy. but i didn't know this happiness came bundled with a hint of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's my last day of training. felt really happy... yesterday, thinking that today's gonna be my last day and all. but today as i watched the time passed, as it got closer to five, i felt a hint of sadness that was not supposed to be there. i thought i'll feel really happy, like completely happy, but as it happens, i didn't felt that kind of euphoric explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not missing the work, mind you =P it's just that i feel like i'm not a part of something anymore. before i pack up, i was deleting some stuff from the pc that i was using for the past 6 months. all my work - my reports, my program, the documents that i did, the pictures and all, seeing them being deleted one by one from the pc. but this is not the worst. the worst was not being able to complete the last task given. my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; task. i guess i won't feel that bad if i had finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess attachment is a funny thing. it's like we human beings have the tendency to grow invicible arm and grab hold of something. the longer we hold on to it, the harder it is to let go. and when the time comes for us to let go, the invicible fingers just won't let loose but instead held on tighter. and the only way to let go is... urm... cutting off your own arm. yeah, it hurts alot. but after a period of time, the pain starts to ease and it's like you've grown another invicible arm (like a lizard's tail =P), ready to grab something else and the process starts all over again. if we are lucky, we would never have to let go, but it does not matter cause we also have the ability to grow more than one invicible arm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;salad, spaghetti, lasagna, black pepper chicken, 3 plain water, iced lemon tea, caramel cheese cake &amp; raspberry cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;an ungiven card because of "thank you for 8 days leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;well wishes from everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;an unfinished task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanx for everything &amp;amp; i'm gonna miss all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115954435621568974?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115954435621568974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115954435621568974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115954435621568974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115954435621568974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-waking-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115893065525285424</id><published>2006-09-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:24:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*smack* ouch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cool! i'm not dreaming. 1 more week. &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; more week and i'll be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FREE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(muahahaha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115893065525285424?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115893065525285424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115893065525285424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115893065525285424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115893065525285424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/smack-ouch-cool-im-not-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115591273497620285</id><published>2006-08-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:27:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i stay here forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Starfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;through forgotten convictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;misplaced affections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm losing the sound of Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been chasing after emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trying to tidy up this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swear i've been down this road before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want to get back to where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i would long for only You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a child i'll take You at Your word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as these mountains of doubt, they fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm longing to trust and love You more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so for me this is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a brand new thought, and a brand new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i stay here forever here with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've lost sight of what first drew me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the love that pursued me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the joy that inspired my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the friendship that was all i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the arms that i would fall into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seem miles and years from where i am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got to get back to where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i would wait for only You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i stay here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;surrounded by Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clothed in Your truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always, i'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always here with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i be here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to deeply love You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always, Lord, let me stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always, here with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115591273497620285?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115591273497620285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115591273497620285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115591273497620285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115591273497620285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-i-stay-here-forever-by-starfield.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115582630152017062</id><published>2006-08-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:15:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess what i did today? or better yet, guess what i wore today? to work. my shirt was ok. had my hair up. pant's not bad too. and so that leaves... yeap, the shoes. accidentally wore my slippers to work! it was pretty humiliating. but considering myself lucky, i had on my long slacks, so it kinda covers abit of my slippers. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... i didn't notice i was wearing my slippers until i'm reaching office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's kinda a habit. previously, i drove to work. then, one day, my bro got his driving license and i found myself a chauffeur... my dad (though, thanks dad =)). anyway, was so used to wearing my slippers to drive to work, and only change to my other working 'gear*' when i reach office. oh, and i can't believe i actually miss driving. i know i used to complain alot about the traffic and so on, but now i actually miss them. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard on the radio (on my way to work) about the security on an atm machine. it was quite interesting. according to them (the djs), somewhere in the european countries, people are using thumb prints instead of your usual card and pin to withdraw money. however, it's still at a preliminary stage. more research are to be done on this technology and additional features and enhancements, such as self-cleaning the thumb print scanner (coz you don't know what a person touched before putting his/her thumb on the thing =P) and so on. anyway, it kept me thinking. i heard this story (not sure about the authenticity though) about a man owning a car (i think it was a merz) and this car requires the owner's thumb print in order to start. as the story goes, a robber came by with the intention of stealing the man's car. because of the 'unique' requirement in starting the car, the robber chopped off the man's thumb before driving the car off! gruesome... yea... thugs these days would do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get money. just look at the robbery cases happened 2 weeks ago at tar college (*ahem* =P). it's bad enough that the robbers robbed the students of their things, but do they have to slash them too. fyi, one was seriously injured and in hospital while the other died. sad huh? guess that's the world today. ok, i've side tracked... anyway, i'm not denying that atm with these features and technologies are cool, but i guess there are other things that should be taken into consideration before implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i digress... heard a really good definition of rich and poor (on the radio too). not in the exact words, but, hey... they were spoken in mandarin. and my translating skills are not that 'refined' =P ok, anyway, being rich is not measured by how much (money or material things) a person has, and being poor is not measured by how little a person has either. being rich is simply to be able to see all that one already has, and being poor is simply keep seeing what one does not have. i admit, not as good as when it sounded on the radio, but the meaning's there, you just have to take time to disect and digest =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* not sure how one would to call them, it's not high heels and not sandals either. it's one of those strappy, flip-flop kinda shoes. oh, i'm not good with them anyway, the only shoes i know are slippers, sandals and sports shoes =P they're still da best! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115582630152017062?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115582630152017062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115582630152017062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115582630152017062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115582630152017062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-what-i-did-today-or-better-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115504828401733503</id><published>2006-08-08T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:26:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reached office really early today. grabbed a copy of the newspaper before heading towards the coffee shop. after buying breakfast, i sat down at a corner and began flipping through the paper as i ate. a man then approached me, asking: "excuse me, miss, but where did you get that paper?" i looked up, pointed at the direction where the news stand is located and answered, "there..." and the man butted in and said, "really? eh? no more already..." (well, ok... can't remember what his exact words were, but they meant something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mean anything? well, here's more:&lt;br /&gt;i. the stack of newspapers arrived just as i reached the office's perimeter (saw the newspaper man delivering them)&lt;br /&gt;ii. i'm (literally) the first to grab a paper from the stack&lt;br /&gt;iii. they're free (btw)&lt;br /&gt;iv. the time between me grabbing the paper and the man asking me the question is less than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with people today? even if something's free it doesn't mean that you have to take the whole stack (or bunch or whatever that applies)!! i mean, c'mon, it's not as if they're all different or even if they are, you're not possibly gonna read every single 1 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok, at least that's something "interesting" from work today. anyway, i digress... lately i acquired this superb reflex of pressing ctrl+s for no particular reason. i guess that's what you'll get for staring into the computer and typing non-stop for more than 8 hours a day. and i think being paranoid has a part in it too. i know computers won't just malfunction for no particular reason (unless of course, your colleague's long legs are conveniently and constantly moving about near the power supply or your computer hangs one too many times or your loose network cable is constantly removing itself from the network port or the ms words application just closes for no particular reason or..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.) *ahem...* anyway, at least i get a few nano seconds of 'me' time waiting for the computer to save whatever that needed (unecessary =P) saving. other reflexes soon to come - ctrl+v, ctrl+c, ctrl+x, and ctrl+z (in that order) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115504828401733503?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115504828401733503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115504828401733503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115504828401733503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115504828401733503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/08/reached-office-really-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115478136172924485</id><published>2006-08-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:37:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got these from 'the plain truth' mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really cool stuff... keeps you thinking... for a while =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anonymous sayings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wisdom is in the head, not in the beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the best way to face trouble is to face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a diamond is just a piece of coal that made good under pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a friend is somebody you can be quiet with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a smile goes a long way but you have to start it on its journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it in the nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the ladder of success may now be an elevator, but it's still self-service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a good listener is a silent flatterer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sight is a faculty; seeing is an art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;freedom is the right to be wrong, not the right to do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before you decide on your aim in life, check your ammunition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the wisdom of life is to endure what we must and to change what we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love lives in cottages as well as in castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in golf as in life it's the follow-through that makes the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on a tombstone in chattanooga: "i came into this world without my consent and left in the same manner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every minute starts an hour and every minute is a new opportunity. each time the clock ticks, you have a chance to start over; to say, do think, or feel something in such a way that you and the world are better for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115478136172924485?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115478136172924485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115478136172924485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115478136172924485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115478136172924485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-these-from-plain-truth-mag-really.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115478077367197673</id><published>2006-08-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:26:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ever did something which you regret instantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115478077367197673?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115478077367197673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115478077367197673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115478077367197673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115478077367197673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-did-something-which-you-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115211614219768377</id><published>2006-07-05T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:23:28.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's the last day of work for the 2 UM trainees. &lt;em&gt;sigh... &lt;/em&gt;i'm really gonna miss them. time really does fly... (let me re-phrase that, i meant...) &lt;em&gt;rocket&lt;/em&gt;... no kidding! 3 months + 3 days had passed since i started my training and that is how long i've been working with them. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... i guess working now would be kinda dull, without their constant *ah&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;em... * but funny antics and jokes. come to think of it, they actually makes working life more bearable... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if my supervisor sees this, she's gonna skin me =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*ahem*... anyway, had our last lunch together, "gue pa"-ed at the rm7.50 chicken chop shop, or "hoi lam" as we so fondly called it... haha... there's a story too, as to why we called the shop "hoi lam", maybe i'll save it for some other time =P. there are other shops with special nicknames too, such as "sang meng" (well, not actually a nickname, it's actually a translation from 'life'), "kuen gai" (boxing chicken), "zhong gan" or "ma lai dong" (malay stall situated in the middle of the podium), "dong guai" and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, not forgetting they can talk about almost anything. serious! from 'zhou xing chi' (stephen chow the actor) to sports (football mostly) and, you wouldn't believe, physics. yes, physics!! they would make newton proud... haha... one of their hobby during work - one of them would sing and the other would start on the constant hushing. i tell you, the two of them together really make a funny pair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess i'm trying to cramp all this 3 months worth of memory into 1 column; with that much of fond memories and my poor 're-counting' skill, i reckon i'd fail miserably. however, i would surely treasure all these memories and forever remember that i have met these two really great guys from UM =) yy, chinpeng... this column is for u guys. take care and all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115211614219768377?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115211614219768377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115211614219768377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115211614219768377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115211614219768377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-last-day-of-work-for-2-um.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115116403699088499</id><published>2006-06-24T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:47:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Offering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Paul Baloche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sun cannot compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the glory of Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is no shadow in Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no mortal man would dare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stand before Your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before the Holy One of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's only by Your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it's only through Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, i come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bring an offering of worship to my King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no one on earth deserves the praises that i sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus, may You receive the honour that You're due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o Lord, i bring an offering to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/sun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/sun.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115116403699088499?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115116403699088499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115116403699088499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115116403699088499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115116403699088499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/offering-by-paul-baloche-sun-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115116268354280424</id><published>2006-06-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:24:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;weird. have been for the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm hooked... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on novels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;have already read 3 in the last 5 days and starting on a new 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when one grows up with only 1 sibling, one does not really learn to share. my case anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i need a break. i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115116268354280424?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115116268354280424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115116268354280424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115116268354280424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115116268354280424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115063815939194773</id><published>2006-06-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:09:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i am,&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;but right now i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate goodbyes, but i hate not to be able to say it more&lt;br /&gt;i hate these stupid mood swings&lt;br /&gt;i hate my over-emotional self&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling like no one cares&lt;br /&gt;i hate it especially when i start to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115063815939194773?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115063815939194773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115063815939194773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115063815939194773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115063815939194773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-i-dont-know-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115056043871591674</id><published>2006-06-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:07:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESCUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Newsong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the source of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i can't be left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no one else will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will take hold of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need You Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i need You Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is yours for life&lt;br /&gt;And I need your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;No one else will do&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need You Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to come to my rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where else can i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's no other name by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which i am saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;capture me with grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will follow You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This world has nothing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115056043871591674?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115056043871591674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115056043871591674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115056043871591674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115056043871591674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/rescue-by-newsong-you-are-source-of.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-115029295269702885</id><published>2006-06-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:49:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;21.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;a significant number in one's life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;yeap, today's officially my first day on my 21st year =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;what &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; people do on their 21st? hmm... let's see...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;- first booze? nah... tasted that already, tho would prefer coke/pepsi (any time).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;- keys? hmm... not really. have gotten a bunch of keys years back (too bad car keys not in the bunch =P)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;- car? i &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt;!!...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;- driving lisence? don't count coz legal driving age is when you turn 17, so have gotten that like 4 years ago...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;- casino!! haha... looks like this &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;the one =P (&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;siapa mau pigi genting?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;any changes when a person turns 21? not too sure bout other people, but other than the feel of un-natural 'high' the whole day, today was no different than the other day =P (and i waited my whole life just to feel what's it like to be 21... =P kidding)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;got bombarded with loads of birthday wishes from my friends and family (not that i'm complaining. heck, no!! =P) anyway, thank you all... you really made my day =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;********** snippets of &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of the smses received **********&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;snip#10: now 21 already oh! wan like big girl o!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;snip#9: Surprise!!! It's me coming to say happy birthday! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;snip#8: Wish u hv a wonderful birthday n all the best...(",)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;snip#7: 'api b'day 2 u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;snip#6: Wishing u a blessed 21st birthday and happy always!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;snip#5: happy 21st!!lol.super significant day huh? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;snip#4: happy birthday ! ^o^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;snip#3: Our date 2nite on. (&lt;em&gt;*ahem...*&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;snip#2: May all ur wishes come true :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;snip#1: WC Daily Results 14 Jun KOR 2 - TOG 1, FRA 0 - SUI 0, BRA 1 - CRO 0. (&lt;em&gt;eh? &lt;/em&gt;=P)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, i thank You for giving me life and for blessing me richly in these 20 years. i pray for the days and years ahead, Lord, that You'll be my Guide, my Comfort, my Strength and my Salvation. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;-phing-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace." - Numbers 6:24-26&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-115029295269702885?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115029295269702885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=115029295269702885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115029295269702885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/115029295269702885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/06/21.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114796664489439649</id><published>2006-05-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:46:00.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the twisties in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me spending 3 weeks doing a 5-day job and 2 days doing a 2-week job... =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, work aside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been avoiding my pc for the past few weeks. top 10 reasons why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#10: crashed my pc (for the 1st time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 9: formatted my pc (for the 1st time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 8: re-formatted my pc (that makes 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 7: re-reformatted my pc (take 3!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 6: re-re-reformmated my pc (don't ask...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 5: computer-interaction overdose at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 4: final year project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 3: final year project documentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;# 2: thesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the #1 reason (drum roll; drrr&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rrooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooooomm&lt;/span&gt;-CHING!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll be doing something else (on the pc) anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*ahem*... my pc's up and running now, it's kinda... hmm... how would one describe?... erm... empty? yeah, empty. &lt;em&gt;kang-kang eh, ham me goon boh&lt;/em&gt; (^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. aunt shyanne coming this sunday... yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114796664489439649?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114796664489439649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114796664489439649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114796664489439649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114796664489439649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/05/twisties-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114778954853630497</id><published>2006-05-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:04:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fine... i'll write something then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: N/A&lt;br /&gt;current mood: (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;current life: wait... lemme check... *phew*...ok, still breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... that's kinda how my life is right now. everyday work, work, work, work, eat, sleep, work, work, work... &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unlike someone&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know who you are&lt;/span&gt;... =P kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*... moving on...&lt;br /&gt;current need: sleep&lt;br /&gt;current craving: sleep&lt;br /&gt;current news: he's back! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move along, move along like i know you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and even when your hope is gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114778954853630497?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114778954853630497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114778954853630497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114778954853630497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114778954853630497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/05/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114534132275494739</id><published>2006-04-18T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:22:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aarrghhh&lt;/em&gt;... my throat hurts. feels like there's a big ball stuck in it. might be infection. hmm... shouldn't have eaten the packet of chips last night =P yesterday was still ok, no sore throat or anything, although i did get abit nauseas after dinner (if u wanna know... a fair warning first... i did puke). my head was spinning right before i left work. the spinning was on and off and on and off and on... dad said it might be something i ate and caused the infection (dad's kinda holding mom responsible on having the leftovers as dinner, haha...) *ahem... ouch!* anyway, i &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; think that's what caused my throat to "balloon" up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conscience: "hello, this is your conscience speaking... &lt;strong&gt;i told you so&lt;/strong&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i digress...* today was suppose to be the dateline for the modules that i'm working on. my supervisor's gotta be thinking, "this girl ar... know today's the dateline, summore never come work. must be purposely one arr..." haha... sorry... actually she's not so bad =) i'm just hoping that she doesn't think that i'm faking the whole thing, you know, just so i could get out of submitting my modules =P *ouch!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right now, i don't feel like eating, don't even feel like opening my mouth. i wonder what am i gonna do with that big pot of porridge? anyone would like some? it's got clams, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crab meat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;... *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uurrggh&lt;/span&gt;... queasy... uu&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rrgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114534132275494739?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114534132275494739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114534132275494739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114534132275494739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114534132275494739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/aarrghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114520261700682893</id><published>2006-04-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:54:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy easter&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, so it's 11.01 (pm)... the day's not done yet... har har...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, today was great!! the 2nd best day i like in a year, the other'd be christmas =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the practices for choir kinda paid off (note the &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt;). every other peeps in the choir was great! me being in the midst of the altos, they (the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; altos) were exceptionally good, cause that's the only part i could hear, haha... me? it's either i couldn't remember the words or singing the wrong notes *&lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt;...* but then, it's not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad actually. at least i've found myself a new profession - lip sync. wahahaha... *&lt;em&gt;kembang&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this year's baptism candidates &lt;em&gt;banyak&lt;/em&gt;! as in &lt;em&gt;un-&lt;/em&gt;usually &lt;em&gt;banyak&lt;/em&gt;! eleven in all. not that i'm complaining. &lt;em&gt;NO! &lt;/em&gt;on the contrary, i'm really(x3) happy for all of them. congrats to all! =) why i think banyak? cause during my time... (haha... ok, so not a good example to compare with) there were only 4 (or was it 5...), including myself. *ahem...* so, aa-nee-weaii... i'm overjoyed, ecstatic, happy, thrilled, elated (etc) upon their proclamation of faith =) haha... weird... felt like i'm the one sitting in the cold(x2) water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooo... too bad my camera's broken (&lt;em&gt;aarrgh&lt;/em&gt;...) gotta those photos!! the group photo this year was really grand =) most of us (youths. well, can't really consider myself a &lt;em&gt;youth &lt;/em&gt;anymore, however i want to... sniff... =P) are in black-&amp;amp;-white. smart! =) &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that easter brings hope, love, forgiveness and abundant life, today's truly a day for celebration. in all, today's a really HAPPY day! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear Jesus, thank you for Your love, for Your sacrifice and for Your resurrection. Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114520261700682893?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114520261700682893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114520261700682893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114520261700682893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114520261700682893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter-ok-so-its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114475299036896881</id><published>2006-04-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:59:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just came back from choir practice. ah... feels good to be back in church. it's been long since i've been to church. haha... ok, so it's just 2 sundays; somehow it felt longer =P yeap, practicing for easter; it's this sunday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have been &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; busy in the past week. started the industrial training. first week was kinda hectic, juggling my time between work, final year project and seminar (or thesis). &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... industrial training would be &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; nicer without the final year project and seminar. why can't the college just make it a semester for industrial training and another for final year project? &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, (i repeat) easter is this sunday. since the "grave" visit last saturday, have been doing some thinking. what's next? after death. after being buried six-feet under. after the soul left the body? as a christian, i knew what Jesus had done for me; actually, He did it for all. yeap, for YOU too (who happens to be reading this). i know where i'd be, if i were to leave tomorrow or today or &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; the very next minute. God promised eternal life for those who believe in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for gong gong and po po (dad's parents), they never believed. felt really sad when i was at their grave. kept thinking about the promise that they never receive. they never heard. i don't know, kinda blaming myself for not having the courage to tell them about this wonderful promise. as for ye ye (mom's dad), he accepted Christ just before he passed away. God bless his soul. at least i know that he is in heaven =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing i noticed in the grave yard was there were two types of grave. one, which is really beautiful, i mean &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; beautiful; elaborately decorated, tiled, looking as grand as ever, looking like they'd cost (easily) more than a car. a person could actually &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; there! another would be old, run down, not maintained, comparatively cheaper and maybe even forgotten grave. makes me wonder, how does one &lt;em&gt;"enjoy"&lt;/em&gt; the grand and luxurious piece of land when they are buried six-feet under?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;question to ponder: &lt;em&gt;what's next after life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to those who are still wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. -John 3:16-17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reply Jesus declared, "I tell you the truth, no one can see the Kingdom of God unless he is born again." - John 3:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." - John 14:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114475299036896881?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114475299036896881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114475299036896881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114475299036896881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114475299036896881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-came-back-from-choir-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114472964890316899</id><published>2006-04-11T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:35:45.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a trip back to taiping: mom &amp; dad's hometown (8-9 apr '06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img_406.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_406.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the entrance - dad's old home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img_418.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_418.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mangosteen tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_420.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mangosteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img_415.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_415.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wild flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img_424.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_424.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aloe vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a &lt;em&gt;grave&lt;/em&gt; side of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img_426.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_426.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gong gong &amp; popo's grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_430.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mom &amp; dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_433.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ye ye's grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tribute to the soldiers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_435.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/img_436.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114472964890316899?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114472964890316899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114472964890316899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ms;"&gt;she stood there waiting. looking anxiously amongst the crowd of people. she walked around looking, searching. then, she quickened her steps. there in a distance, a figure ran towards her; tall, lean, clad in a smart uniform and topped with a cap. he reached her. took off his cap, smiled and mouthed the word, "Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hugged her. she hold onto him. she didn't want to let go. tears were streaming down her face. he looked behind her, saw an older man approaching. he smiled and called out, "Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad couldn't be more proud of him, seeing him in his uniform. his son, now a man.&lt;br /&gt;me... all i could do was stand there, waging war against the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my 'lil bro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114395086965963012?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114395086965963012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114395086965963012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114395086965963012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114395086965963012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-stood-there-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114295743410067993</id><published>2006-03-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:35:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letters from war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by mark schultz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYqj3fa4xmY" width="375" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she walked to the mailbox &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on that bright summer's day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;found a letter from her son &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a war, far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he spoke of the weather &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and good friends that he'd made &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;said, "i'd been thinking 'bout dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the life that he had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's why i'm here today"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then at the end he said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are what i'm fighting for"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was the first of his letters from war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she started writing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're good and you're brave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a father that you'll be someday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it home, make it safe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wrote every night as she prayed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and late in december &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a day she'll not forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, her tears stained the paper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with every word that she read &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it said, "i was up on a hill i was out there alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the shots all rang out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and bombs were exploding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's when i saw him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he came back for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and though he was captured &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a man set me free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that man was your son &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he asked me to write to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told him i would, oh i swore"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was the last of the letters from war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she prayed he was living &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kept on believing and wrote every night just to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are good and you're brave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a father that you'll be someday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it home, make it safe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, she kept writing each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then two years later &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;autumn leaves all around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a car pulled in the driveway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she fell to the ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and out stepped a captain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where her boy used to stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said, "mom, i'm following orders &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from all of your letters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I've come home again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he ran in to hold her, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dropped all his bags on the floor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding all of her letters from war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring him home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring him home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring him home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114295743410067993?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114295743410067993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114295743410067993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114295743410067993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114295743410067993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/letters-from-war-by-mark-schultz-she.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114277330588256498</id><published>2006-03-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:01:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"oh... ba ga kau. ani gu..."&lt;br /&gt;"eng gai eh ki kua e"&lt;br /&gt;"giou e gia blanket ki... mm mai. guoi ki mm zai eh leng oo?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh... mm zai e uh gia shampoo qi oo? xiang ga boh. cham!!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day's not done yet and mom has already done her share (and more) of worrying. a sign of sadness? a sign of anxiety? or is it just empty nest syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what makes her who she is... a mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114277330588256498?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114277330588256498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114277330588256498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114277330588256498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114277330588256498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114276828348205435</id><published>2006-03-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:45:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's hard to say, it's time to say it... goodbye... goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i cry? no... must not cry... must not cry... must hold on. &lt;em&gt;gotta&lt;/em&gt; hold on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that opened door, which now revealed an empty room. a comforter folded neatly on the bed, bedspread straightened out of any creases. the table, which used to be piled full of stuff, is as bare as the desert. cds, books, dictionary now take their places on the shelf. oh, curse each time that i have to pass the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[note to self: lay off 'em (hardly-would-call) 'flowery' words]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm s.a.d, no less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114276828348205435?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114276828348205435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114276828348205435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114276828348205435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114276828348205435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-hard-to-say-its-time-to-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114101387442911811</id><published>2006-02-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:43:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm now &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; a member of Into Info Sdn Bhd. YES!! i've &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; signed the 'selling-mah-being' contract... wakakaka... how long's the contract? not long. just &lt;strong&gt;183&lt;/strong&gt; days; or you could say &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; weeks; or it's just &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; months! =) as my friend say, &amp; i quote, "i'm trying to look at it optimistically". yeap... &lt;em&gt;optimistically...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, currently, as i'm writing this, am in the college computer lab, waiting for elle (budak tu lambat lagi, tsk... tsk... tsk =P) anyway, i can comprehend... yup, so getting used to waking up late - i meant &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;. seriously didn't feel like coming to college today. but i'll be having class later. signed up for a '2-weeks-long' short course... kekeke... hopefully it'll be &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;phing&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114101387442911811?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114101387442911811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114101387442911811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114101387442911811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114101387442911811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-now-officially-member-of-into-info.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114088833688121446</id><published>2006-02-26T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:30:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got it!!&lt;/em&gt; i got it!! i got the job as a trainee!! &lt;em&gt;weee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no more classes... no more long distance traveling... no more homework... and the best of all, &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE EXAMS!!&lt;/strong&gt; yay!! well, not exactly no more as in 've-vill-not-meet-ahgin' no more, not until september anyways... but then, who cares!! yay!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syok syok syok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh... wait... *thinking real hard*... trainee... hmm... trainee = &lt;em&gt;WORK&lt;/em&gt;... ah... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOOOO&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OOOOoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...!! (lazy, aren't i? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114088833688121446?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114088833688121446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114088833688121446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114088833688121446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114088833688121446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-it-i-got-it-i-got-job-as-trainee_26.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114078950040894871</id><published>2006-02-24T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:37:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;losing track of time. losing (some of) mah mind, mah brain capacity. sigh... yeap... another week of boredom. not that there's nothing for me to do. on the contrary, there are... tonnes!! chores! oh... and add chauffering on to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, since today's friday... guess i'll sum up what i did during the week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt; - cleaned up my room. 'cold-storaged' my notes and textbooks. went out to fetch mom in the evening. stopped by aunt's place to pass her the tool kit (grandma's bed's broken). oh ya, bro crashed his pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuesday&lt;/em&gt; - went out with my bro to get some computer stuff and lunch. he managed to fix his pc (great job!). went out to find '&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;' company (will be going for an interview next day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wednesday&lt;/em&gt; - went out for an interview (as trainee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thursday&lt;/em&gt; - baked a cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friday&lt;/em&gt; - went out to fetch the maid to clean the house and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;generally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did during the week that's &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; worth repeating... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;monday - friday: sleep, tv, computer, eat, sleep, tv, computer, eat, sleep ... [and the cycle goes on]... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mah compliments... cjokolat-cheap kaek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;anyone? =P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114078950040894871?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114078950040894871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114078950040894871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114078950040894871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114078950040894871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-track-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-114008539847279107</id><published>2006-02-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:23:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye exams!! hope i'll never have to see you again... for now... not in the near future... until we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello holidays!! did'ya miss me? i hope so =P coz ready or not, here i come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-114008539847279107?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114008539847279107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=114008539847279107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114008539847279107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/114008539847279107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/goodbye-exams-hope-ill-never-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113888646075513002</id><published>2006-02-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:32:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one... two... three... four... five. five. hmm... today's already the fifth day of chinese new year. the chinese new year celebration is fifteen days long, which means... *one little, two little, three little finger...* ten more days to go. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... why can't christmas be this long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have been going out for the past four days. chinese new year visitations = ang pows (=P) gotta love 'em *ahem*... kinda tiring though. most of the visitations were in the morning until the wee hours in the... well... morning (next day). after a few hours of sleep, we're off again to the next house. not that i'm complaining =P kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not go anywhere today. mom's turn to host (again... hosted on the eve). anyway, today's kinda like a break after all the 'outings'... hahaha... mom cooked her 'world-famous' spaghetti. wanted to make tacos, didn't happen... =P wanted to make lasagna, didn't happen either =P hahaha... maybe next time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;noticed during chinese new year - clothes' color. &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt; was in red. yup, red's &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; color. what a sight!! looked like everyone joined the &lt;em&gt;society-of-the-REDs &lt;/em&gt;or something... wakakaka... how cool was that!! another time where you'd see a bunch of red people walking around is christmas =) haha... and you'd be surprise to see how many red apparels a person could own!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, fun's over... for the moment... couldn't help thinking about the upcoming exam... *stress... stress...* &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... did a little studying though. by little i mean like, urm... five, ten minutes? just can't concentrate. not with the celebration mood and all. ok, gotta focus... focus... study... study... study... (&lt;em&gt;I WILL SURVIVE!! &lt;/em&gt;=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113888646075513002?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113888646075513002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113888646075513002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113888646075513002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113888646075513002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/one.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113843561943729236</id><published>2006-01-28T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:06:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cookies anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my second... no, wait... third attempt at baking cookies =) first two was in church last year; a batch for mother's day and another for father's day. anyway... this year made double batch... sorta... a batch yesterday night and another this morning =P hahaha... what to do... small oven... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bought a ready-pack cookie dough (ok, so i cheated &gt;P)... *ahem*... anyway, it was real simple, just mix in butter, an egg, and the cookie dough v(^.^), then 'plant' the 'cookie-lings' on a greased baking tray and put it in a pre-heated oven. how long? no idea =P haha... oven doesn't have a temperature controller. yeap... mom's 'antique' oven... good ol faithful... hahahaha... pre-heated it at high for five minutes and put it on low when i put in the tray. ten minutes later (or until the cookies turns into a darker shade of brown)... wala!! cookies... baked to perfection... *hyuk hyuk hyuk*... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;added extra chocolate shavings. gives the cookies extra punch (and extra rush of sugar =P). this chinese new year's gonna be lots of fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113843561943729236?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113843561943729236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113843561943729236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113843561943729236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113843561943729236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/cookies-anyone-my-second_28.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113842524873916846</id><published>2006-01-28T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:31:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a trip down memory lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see... where should i start... ah yes, christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite time of the year. been waiting for it since the beginning of the year =P quite a big event this year. had a christmas outreach nite on the 23rd. there were choirs - me included v(^.^), worship, testimony, christmas message &amp;amp; refreshments =) it was quite a nite!! and the best was five people came to accept Christ!! praise the Lord! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th - christmas eve. carolling! guess what... it rained! yup, rain... *ahem!!* not of our singing, mind you. it rained even before we started our visitation to the first house. so, it was more like... *ahem* showers of blessings... *grin*... anyway, despite the rain and all, we had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th - christmas!!! yay!! it's finally here. went to church early that morning, joined by grandma =) started off with worship, then there's choir presenting a christmas cantata, children presentation, instrumental presentation, christmas message, baptism, lunch etc. it was great fun!! after that, back home to prepare for the christmas dinner. dinner was sorta grand =) kinda like a banquet dinner. the dinner was different from the previous years. we had put together four tables to make a long table and everyone was seated around the table. too bad there wasn't a turkey to pass around, but there were chicken though =P haha... turkey was just too expensive. however, the dishes that we had is certainly better than having a turkey. we had chicken, fish fillets, garlic bread, salad, 'xiu yok' (roast pork), sausages, mash potatoes, lasagna, soup, pizza (was suppose to buy mince pie, but the shop ran out of them) and fried mee hon (just in case there wasn't enough to eat, but then, who's kidding who =P haha...) and as you can guess, there were a lot of left overs =P enough for the next day's lunch, haha... anyway, everyone was waiting for the 'sacred ceremony' after dinner - opening the presents!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about christmas is that you wait a whole year for christmas to come and when it's finally here, it'll be over in a day, literally... after that, you go through the whole waiting process again. sigh... how i wish christmas could stay a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, let's not forget the real meaning of christmas. the special gift that God has given to us on this special day. the birth of a messiah. the promise of salvation. Happy Birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&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/17000807-113842524873916846?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113842524873916846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113842524873916846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113842524873916846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113842524873916846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113842492872127375</id><published>2006-01-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:06:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a new year, a new beginning... well, kinda a late beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh wow... i haven't been blogging for a long long while. hmm... wonder if i could blog everything within a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;art attack is currently on tv, disney channel. yup, can't imagine someone my age is still watching cartoons, hahaha... well, cartoons are fun. for one, they do not require any use of the brain to comprehend what was on =P currently in the mood of doing so, not using the brain that is, haha... furthermore, anything is possible with cartoons, i.e you could walk out alive without any scratches even if a tank falls on you =P haha... oh ya, and then there are the characters that are too smart for their own good, i.e give a certain cayote some acme products and you'll be guaranteed really colouful results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a pretty long week. the days seems so hard to get by. exams started last thursday, and it will be on until the 9th of feb. three papers down and two more to go, can't wait for it to finish. but then, there's still like tonnes that i have yet to study. have you ever been in a situation where there are 2 hours more before the exam starts and how you wish that the exam would start then, you know, before you forget everything that you have miraculously chucked inside your brain at the last minute. but then again, at the same time, you are giving thanks that the exam has not start yet for you feel like there are tonnes more that you need to remember. and then there's a teeny part of you that is wishing against wish that you have somehow gotten the date wrong and that the exam is actaully on the next day =P haha... guess this will never happen. sigh... well, nothing could bring a person down like exams could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, chinese new year is in 2 days time. and i'm not gonna care about the... the... watwuzzit agin?? ahh... who cares... muahaha... gonna enjoy, enjoy &amp; -JOY!! tah y'all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; XIN NIAN KUAI LE &lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God bless... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113842492872127375?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113842492872127375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113842492872127375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113842492872127375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113842492872127375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113521275096429899</id><published>2005-12-22T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:52:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wee..aii... i wish u a merry christmas, i wish u a merry christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay!! christmas' coming... christmas' coming... could you feel it? could'ya, could'ya? no?... (sniff... sniff...) ho!! ho!! ho!! AS-SIGN-MENT... *kadoosh*... (i' m not making any sense, am i?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, anyway, christmas' coming, and i'm excited, no less... however, the tonnes of assignments (actually, 1 down and 3 more to go) does has its toll... christmas this coming sunday (YAY!!), assignments due the week after christmas, all 3!!! (T.T) not only that, i'll be having assessmentS AND presentation &lt;em&gt;AS &lt;/em&gt;christmas presents!! &lt;em&gt;what fun&lt;/em&gt;!! (double (T.T))... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;will try to finish up everything by this week, am gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; christmas no matter what!! nyiak... nyiak... nyiak... and carolling... yippieee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HARK THE HERALD ANGEL SING, GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AWAY IN A MANGER NO CRIB FOR A BED, THE LITTLE LORD JESUS LAY DOWN HIS SWEET HEAD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD IS COME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113521275096429899?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113521275096429899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113521275096429899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113521275096429899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113521275096429899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113383222535173826</id><published>2005-12-06T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:23:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i took the bus to college today!! muahahaha... and no, this is NOT my first time taking bus. i've been on buses for as long as i could remember. so then, what's all this fuss about taking a bus? urm...  nothing actually, haha... it's just that after a year of driving, i'm back on the bus, just for today (and this coming friday). after that, &lt;em&gt;i'll be back! &lt;/em&gt;to driving, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;riding on the bus sure brings back memories, nyiak nyiak... especially on a &lt;em&gt;particular&lt;/em&gt; stretch of road... but i'll save this for some other time *wink wink*, haha... well, everything's still the same; the bus ride &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;as bumpy as before, and the roaring of the bus engine could be heard a few blocks away, and i still pull up the window in non-airconditioned buses (a way, i discovered 3 years ago, to keep my hair in place =P). the only thing that's changed is the bus fare. i came in the non-airconditioned bus and the ride costs rm1.30 (from the bus stop to college) as compared to a year ago, which was rm1.05. wondering how much the air-conditioned bus cost now? so, after hopping onto the bus, it's smoothe 'sailing' all the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113383222535173826?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113383222535173826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113383222535173826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113383222535173826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113383222535173826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-took-bus-to-college-today-muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113290826450527127</id><published>2005-11-25T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:58:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meant to take some pictures of the fireworks that were on some nights ago, too bad it ended before i got a chance. just as well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;found out i could do some really cool stuff with my camera... so tried it out instead, along with my bro (as the model)... hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/night_shot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/night_shot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/night_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/night_shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;below: courtesy from my bro himself (haha...)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113290826450527127?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113290826450527127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113290826450527127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113290826450527127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113290826450527127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/meant-to-take-some-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113143581657253785</id><published>2005-11-08T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:51:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;church camp during the deepa-raya break (3-5 Nov) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;destination: trolak, sungai klah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28104%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(103).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28103%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(105).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28105%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/125_2560.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/125_2560.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/125_2562.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/125_2562.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/125_2561.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113143581657253785?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113143581657253785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113143581657253785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113143581657253785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113143581657253785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/church-camp-during-deepa-raya-break-3.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-113024819191692334</id><published>2005-10-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:48:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 easy steps to make lasagna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. cook the sauce - meat, tomatoes, pasta sauce, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. layer - lasagna sheet, sauce, cheese, sheet, sauce, cheese, sheet, sauce, cheese... (u'll get the idea...) - seal in aluminium foil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. then steam... (yup, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;steam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... hahaha.... no kidding...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, here's wat happened... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally gotten myself into making good use of the lasagna sheets that were cold-storaged in the freezer. did the 2 easy-to-follow steps, then chunk the whole lot into the oven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and what did u know... the oven went on "&lt;em&gt;strike"&lt;/em&gt;!! oh... of all the days to choose to go on a strike, it has to be today!! now what... think... think... (&lt;em&gt;steam&lt;/em&gt;?) no, not yet. called my aunt for help (to borrow her oven to be precise). guess what, she's not in!! oh, great... what now?! steam? might work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, ended up steaming the lasagna (for 30 mins *) haha... anyway, it turned out ok. not bad... &lt;em&gt;not bad at all&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*note: for better results, steam for 40-45 mins, or until the lasagna sheets soften; (optional) top with grated cheese (parmesan, mozzarella, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... enjoy... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-phing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-113024819191692334?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113024819191692334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=113024819191692334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113024819191692334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/113024819191692334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-easy-steps-to-make-lasagna-1.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112976868752739618</id><published>2005-10-20T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:38:07.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am i crazy or just plain paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alarm went off @ 5.45am (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got up @ 6.10am (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got out of the house @ 6.40am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reached college @ 7.25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;class &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; starts till &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, now... here i am, killing time in the college computer lab (again). &lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why so early? as i said, i wanna beat the jam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;traffic jams... oh, how i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112976868752739618?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112976868752739618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112976868752739618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112976868752739618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112976868752739618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-i-crazy-or-just-plain-paranoid.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112968760778059456</id><published>2005-10-19T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:04:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;been a while since i've last updated my blog (11 days to be exact)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;am in college computer lab now, having 2 whole hours to kill. got nothing better to do, so came here to update my blog =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;college started for 2 weeks already, today's my 2nd week 3rd day of college. today's class started at 8am, earliest class of the week. basically my day started out like this: alarm went off at 5.45am, but only managed to get my butt out of bed at 6.10am (bad... bad... bad... =P) got out of the house at 6.30am (why so early? to avoid jam =\) &amp; reached college at around 7.15am. stayed in my car for another 15mins (listening to the radio - htz.fm, ruddy &amp;amp; jj prank-calling someone) before getting out. class started around 8.10am (according to my time =P) and ended at 9am. next class is at 11am. so, here i am now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh, pass-fail list (for sept '05 exams) came out yesterday. I PASSed all my subjects!! praise the Lord!! =) couldn't believe it, thought i did pretty badly =P haha... anyway, that was just a tiny part. wait till the actual results come, only then will i start to worry =P kakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what else... oh ya, wondering whether should i opt for industrial training next semester or stay in college for the other 2 subjects. am enjoying the idea of not working... kakaka... opinions received - dad: go (for the experience), mom: you decide, aunt: (after i explained the pros and cons) no need go, concentrate on study, what more will be having final year project, if go then must rush project (something like that). &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... decisions.. decisions.. decisions.. oh, how i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; them =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112968760778059456?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112968760778059456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112968760778059456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112968760778059456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112968760778059456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-while-since-ive-last-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112865813270001819</id><published>2005-10-07T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:00:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;waiting... waiting... and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting around as i count the days by... hmm... what have i done? anything worth remembering or being remembered for? tick tock tick tock, time waits for no man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;holidays' fun and all, but holidays with &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do gives a whole new dimension to &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;. it's nice just to sit around and relax, watch abit of tv, or read a good book with a steaming hot cup of milo by your side (hmm... suddenly i feel so old =\ haha...) anyway, this is what i &lt;em&gt;craved&lt;/em&gt; for during my semester, in the midst of junggling my time between assignments, studying and exams. however, overdoing it would really make you &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;! not to mention your mind go psyched! (i.e thinking you'd rather do another assignment than sitting around and do nothing =P haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;part of me is all hyped-up about going back to college soon, part of me is still holding back, dreading &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;day. hmm... it boggles the mind how 2 completely opposite feeling can go together; like a love-and-hate relationship. anyway, i'm pretty much prepared for it (i think =P) so college, here i come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112865813270001819?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112865813270001819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112865813270001819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112865813270001819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112865813270001819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112858933560379354</id><published>2005-10-06T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:30:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was inspired to take a photo of each day as i see it. i started doing this a few days ago, went around the house, snapping pictures with my camera. at first it was just a way for me to kill time, after a while, i got hooked!! i just couldn't help myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty cool, especially when you see the differences between what you'd see through your own eyes and what you'd see through the camera lense (with the effects and all, i.e "cool" blurry effects =P kakaka...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colours, vibrant and dull at the same time; clear blue sky, or sky with shades of gray, or with hues of red and orange; dew drops on leaves and grass; rainbow; different arrays of light from sun up til sun down. the ability to see all these (and more, of course) is something i'm really thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/122_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/122_2238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/122_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/122_2225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/122_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/122_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/122_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/122_2237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/122_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/122_2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how many are Your works, o Lord!&lt;br /&gt;in wisdom You made them all;&lt;br /&gt;psalm 104:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112858933560379354?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112858933560379354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112858933560379354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112858933560379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112858933560379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-inspired-to-take-photo-of-each.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112843611439841753</id><published>2005-10-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:10:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tuesday, cloudy, temperature - hot!&lt;br /&gt;(starting to understand why people start with this, especially when you have no idea how or where to start =\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday's log&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!! finally!! there, i've did it! i've cleaned up my room &amp; "cold storaged" my notes and textbooks, muahahaha... yeap, cleaned up the mess, tidy up my table, dusted &amp;amp; vacuumed *&lt;em&gt;grin&lt;/em&gt;...* what great way to start the week =P kakaka... after that, back to do what i do best - &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; =P hahaha... (&lt;em&gt;nah!!...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today (except for the 2 hrs room cleaning, kakaka...), stayed at home the whole day, downloaded some songs, &amp; yeah, writing this (=P). actually, was planning to go out and get some books (novels, to be precise =P just love 'em...) since i've finish reading the latest ones that i've bought (1 novel &amp;amp; 2 comics, haha... yeap, all within a week), but was feeling kinda lazy =P haha... so will only go get them tomorrow. this is bad, i'm getting hooked on reading novels. why can't i have half the passion in reading my school books?!... &lt;em&gt;nah!!&lt;/em&gt;... that wouldn't be &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;... kakakaka... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten pretty bored, so, went around snapping photos again... i really ought to find something better to do =\ hmm... guess i've got myself a new hobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(030)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28030%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(031).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28031%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(024)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*why didn't i post yesterday's log yesterday?! no idea... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's today... again... nothing much happened, saw a dead moth though =P&lt;br /&gt;yup, went around taking pictures again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... ok... i'm bored stiff!! i can't believe i'm saying this, but i can't wait to go back college (more precise, i can't wait to go back college and meet all my pals, and &lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; stuff =P). sitting around the whole day and do nothing is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; challenging =\ haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i did say i was going out to get books today, never went though... &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... don't ask why... =P&lt;br /&gt;mom would be on off tomorrow, maybe then i could go out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28039%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(046).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28046%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(030).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(043).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28043%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(045).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28045%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/img(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/200/img%28036%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112843611439841753?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112843611439841753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112843611439841753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112843611439841753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112843611439841753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-cloudy-temperature-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112807171604913846</id><published>2005-10-01T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:18:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friday. sigh... another 2 more days and that will be another week gone, which means another week to enjoy myself before going back to college. &lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*note to self: must enjoy self, must enjoy self, &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; enjoy self...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;(yesterday)&lt;strong&gt;’s&lt;/strong&gt; log &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;morning – sunny, afternoon – rain, night – clear sky... been out the whole day with anong, had some shopping done (or should i say &lt;em&gt;power-walking&lt;/em&gt;), muahahaha... this time actually bought something *&lt;em&gt;grin...&lt;/em&gt;* saw some pretty cool bags and shoes, too bad don’t have enough $$. had mcd for lunch (make that a really early lunch), yeap, getting ready and charging up before doing our serious power-walk, haha... so, basically was out the whole day, got back home @ about 8pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, forgotten to call my grandma to tell her i’d be late, got her waiting the whole evening worried, &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... felt kinda bad =( she was worried sick and did no have dinner until i got back home... &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... bad... bad... bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*note to self: remember to &lt;em&gt;call&lt;/em&gt; home if going home late* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;currently it’s 5.14pm, and the sky’s clear now. was dark at about 4.30 and drizzling. have got nothing better to do, so went out to my front porch and snapped some photos with my new camera phone =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/image(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/image%28019%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/1600/image(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/image%28020%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6150/1628/320/image%28017%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to self: go find something better to do*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- phing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112807171604913846?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112807171604913846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112807171604913846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112807171604913846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112807171604913846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112789492988346744</id><published>2005-09-28T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:28:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wednesday, sunny afternoon, temperature - make it very hot (&lt;em&gt;sizzle.....&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here i am... on the 3rd day of my "oh-so-short" 2 weeks holiday, yeap... wasting my time away... sigh... been watching tv (cartoons, actually, &lt;em&gt;can you imagine?! &lt;/em&gt;and trust me, you don't wanna know what cartoons i've been watching)... keep telling myself gotta do something more constructive, like cleaning my room, "cold storage&lt;em&gt;-ing"&lt;/em&gt; my semester's notes and books... (hmm... &lt;em&gt;nah!! &lt;/em&gt;=P) haha... well, at least i've done cleaning after my 2 cute family members, alley &amp; midtwo - me hamsters =) kakakaka... they have been stinking through my 3 weeks of exam =P bad huh?! &lt;em&gt;(wondering how my family survived through these weeks.. hmm =P hehe...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been (window) shopping for 2 consecutive days (sunday, with elizabeth &amp;amp; monday, with suet voon) hahaha... &lt;em&gt;walked&lt;/em&gt; the whole day, well, almost the whole day... exhausted but kinda fun... it's been long since i've done any &lt;em&gt;serious&lt;/em&gt; shopping with my friends (haha...) *&lt;em&gt;oh, and who dare says i don't exercise... =P kekeke... you should have seen me power-walking through the mall... muahahaha...&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i bought this great novel (thanks to suet voon *thumbs up*) during the shopping trip &amp; it was suppose to last me through the hols (well, ok, not the whole hol, but at least 3-4 days...) and i finished the novel in a day (not counting sleep, that would mean less than 24 hours) hai ya yai ya yai... so what now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ya... this morning, alley &amp;amp; midtwo got into a fight, both were bleeding (poor gals...) looks kinda bad, good thing it was mostly bluster... they look ok now, but gotta keep them separated. actually they have been wrestling each other for the past few weeks, resulting in little cuts here and there, but not as bad as today. dunno what got into them?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current time 4.03 pm...&lt;br /&gt;so, that's half of my day gone... (can't believe i'm saying this, but...) gotta go find something to do =P at least to occupy myself... tv would have to wait (grandma's watching her show =P)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- phing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112789492988346744?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112789492988346744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112789492988346744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112789492988346744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112789492988346744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/09/wednesday-sunny-afternoon-temperature.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17000807.post-112780002080001127</id><published>2005-09-23T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:53:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- prelude -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying out my first post, on my first blog...&lt;br /&gt;hmm... head's blank, with nothing in mind and no idea how or where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking though, why did i ever get a blog in the first place?! (haha...)&lt;br /&gt;guess some of my pals have blogs of their own (filled with really interesting stuff/experiences) so thought, why not, pretty cool to record down the day's happenings (prob like what you'll see on most restaurant's menu - "... of the day"), urm... like keeping a diary of some sort... well, yea, the traditional diary would of course be kept under lock(s) and key(s) away from prying eyes, especially nosy siblings, haha... so, who came out with this great idea of sharing your diary with the whole world (well, at least to the peeps who occasionally stumble into your "territory" =P).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so here i am now, (literally) stuck with a really "clean" blog, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;ok, well, this is 1 post done (kekeke)... more posts coming up... enjoy &amp;amp; God bless... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- phing -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17000807-112780002080001127?l=espmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112780002080001127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17000807&amp;postID=112780002080001127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112780002080001127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17000807/posts/default/112780002080001127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/09/prelude-trying-out-my-first-post-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>phing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05035749767915310826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blWLIyVBi1U/R9k3EPEnJJI/AAAAAAAAABA/G3kHAvSqbfU/S220/CIMG1326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
