<?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-3990900</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:37.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.marveled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91605096</id><published>2003-03-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T07:36:45.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive shifted! -grinns- here!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91605096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91605096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91605096' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91551945</id><published>2003-03-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T22:52:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive a newfound crush!and wyn, no, it's not ah moon. or ah sun. or ah gorilla. hahas. sighs. i really wanna go for service tomms. i desperately wanna see xiuhui. why? dont ask me. =/ but no!!! she's not my crush. just to clarify matters.][jukebox][ jaci velasquez - adore][feeling][ lovestruck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91551945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91551945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91551945' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91487998</id><published>2003-03-27T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T08:42:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shoe! for you. -smiles- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91487998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91487998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91487998' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91487685</id><published>2003-03-27T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T08:36:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wells. let me update you on my beeyootifuuu day. -smiles- spent the afternoon with my mom. -grinns- in the kitchen =.="' yups. she taught me how to make curry puffs. whoah. it was a messy experience with flour. hahas. but i really enjoyed myself. act being at home's not that bad. only if my mum's around. but oh wells. she comes and go like the wind. =/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91487685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91487685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91487685' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91484270</id><published>2003-03-27T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:34:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh wells.just had this great outburst of canal anger and sorrow at home. yups. i feel so guilty now and am shamed by god's grace. oh my. i never knew that just after a recent asthma attack i can win this battle of voice at home. hahas. am really sorry to my neighbours if i disrupted your peace and quiet ambience. and i was quarrelling with my sister... bahh. hate that sinful nature of mine that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91484270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91484270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91484270' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91472309</id><published>2003-03-27T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T02:48:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe one day, i'll sail to a perfect paradisenot so far away, where fantasies come to lifeand upon a wish, the frog turns into a princeand swish! lands dotted with japanese quincewhere flamingos are whiteand all stars shine brightwhere dreams last foreverand diamonds sparkling silverthere, nothing bad ever happensbecause no one is ever saddenedand we never have to say we sold the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91472309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91472309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91472309' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91462571</id><published>2003-03-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:00:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>admit it. we all knew it was going to happen, no matter how many protests and rallies and council votes were held. the united states is reaffirming its position as the world's bully and they are at war with iraq.i was an irritating five-year-old kid the last time they went to war with Iraq. too young to understand anything. i remember being upset because my mom wanted to watch the news instead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91462571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91462571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91462571' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91461056</id><published>2003-03-26T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T21:26:06.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening."- Buffy Summers, "Earshot" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91461056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91461056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91461056' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91398041</id><published>2003-03-25T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T23:13:06.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=(yucks. second day at home. and all i had for lunch was... -drum rolls- plain white porridge. yepps. how exciting huh. -rolls eyes- but oh wells. that's all my stomach can take. erps. i dont like being ill. can someone save me? -looks up- i feel as though im in noah's ark. hahas. ][jukebox][ tv - growing up][feeling][ yucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91398041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91398041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91398041' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91327458</id><published>2003-03-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T21:18:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what if i lose my stepand make fools of us all?ouch. am sick. [but no, am not infected with sars] and it doesnt feel good to be sick and not at school. because even the food before you looks so sickly. the porridge tastes like nothing but water. and the vege tastes as though it has been left alone for a thousand years. yucks. but am really touched today! cos jac prayed for me before she left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91327458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91327458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91327458' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91133716</id><published>2003-03-21T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:16:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look at how im gonna laugh into your faceyeay. had a fun day today! had northeast cl huddle at david's house. really got to know the northeast brothers better. and im starting to really look upon them as very humble and powerful leaders with a big heart for god. we celebrated freedy's birthday. today's the first time i interacted with him. and im really impressed. =) was working with him in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91133716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91133716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91133716' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-91062026</id><published>2003-03-20T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T07:20:39.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>puay's finally starting to use facial wash!yes. puay is finally going through puberty because her hormones are starting to rage and give her outbreaks. hahas. okay. im crazy. but today was sucha fun day. went for cg-cum-drama rehearsal at rix. was funny. love the last part. hehes. we're so ready for northeast presentation. hahas. cant wait. then went to la salle with shoes and toe. at first we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91062026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/91062026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91062026' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90991716</id><published>2003-03-19T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T06:28:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>righters... shoes! call me when you see this. it's urgent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90991716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90991716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90991716' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90985195</id><published>2003-03-19T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T03:51:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shoes:: lasalle is still on. but my toe is at camp. -sulks- how?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90985195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90985195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90985195' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90916018</id><published>2003-03-18T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T03:08:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>countdown to WARflipping through this morning's straits times before i left home for the first aid course really brought me jitters. war is coming. and saddam is only given forty eight or seventy two hours to quit his country! but yet this morning on the mrt train the lil juniors and fellow guides could still talk bout the chinese boyband energy?! and they were like so oblivious to the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90916018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90916018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90916018' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90860422</id><published>2003-03-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T08:45:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and tonight all by myself i made three wishes before blowing out the candle on a lil slice of caketo mark the end of a night like tonighthad a long day today. -phews- woke up and spent time talking to the big guy up there and my mom. my mom act ranted a whole long story of my birthday histories. hahs. cute mom of mine. oh wells. then jew and xiuhui came over to my house without informing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90860422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90860422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90860422' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90808362</id><published>2003-03-16T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T09:21:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rewind the hands of time to a year back, please?uh huh. im not supposed to feel like this on a special day like today. it has lost its meaning.][jukebox][ silence][feeling][</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90808362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90808362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90808362' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90806264</id><published>2003-03-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T07:51:43.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>consummation of alphabets bled from dictionariesand thesarus-filled thoughts which dream of colour,taint her crestfallen self; but no one readsthe newspaper print of truth in her eyes.the kisses planted on her cheek are ofrazorblades that seep and purge crimson wineaged beverage that none attempt to consumethe belief that her soul endulges in poison.her insanity is perceived after they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90806264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90806264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90806264' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90805940</id><published>2003-03-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T07:41:33.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>illuminating paranoiaforsaken paradise you touchyour beautiful world cold and emptyno foreign breath that lingersthe sacred melody of faithlocked you in your lonelinessand what you believeall in your palms you holdthey scatter in the windyou weave your fairytalean unknown purple roadyour realm beholds a mysterya picture i darent burnmy friend you hold the torchrays that pierce the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90805940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90805940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90805940' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90766329</id><published>2003-03-15T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T08:41:07.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive got something to sayooh... i am a tomato now according to my mum. a lobster according to eelee. a red dear according to rach. a wet happy girl according to some primary school girls. hahas. im just so sun burnt. bah... -searches high and low for some moisturiser- got a bad feeling my skin's gonna peel real soon. okay. i dont know where the hell is that bottle. -shouts fer jac- hahs. hers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90766329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90766329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90766329' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90712818</id><published>2003-03-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T07:24:51.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i want is to be in your lighttomm's gonna be a blast!!! 4diligiants is gonna rock the school. -grinns- peeps gotta open yer ears for the dedication by fel and i alrights?!!! the song's gonna be our class song! one love... oohers. hahas. ][jukebox][dc talk - in the light][feeling][ hyped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90712818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90712818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90712818' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90588018</id><published>2003-03-12T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T06:42:02.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive learnt how to let goxiaoting. hey girl. it's the spirit of excellence i see in you that matters most. it's not how perfect and smooth things go. He sees your heart. -smiles- silly girl. but it really shows how strong in faith you are when you start to dislike faults. way to go girl! -huggs- take care of that lil beepy stomach of yours k? will buy you lotsa cake to eat when you get well since</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90588018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90588018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90588018' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90527219</id><published>2003-03-11T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T08:03:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know youre like not like that anymoreand i dont careim still loving hertoday was fun. -smiles- though i lost my wallet and cell. oh wells. bleah. why am i not bothered by it? -scratches head- anyways really had loadsa fun today. especially on our way to yishun sports hall to cheer for our netball teams. decided to play a prank on yogs. -bursts out laughing- i messaged her with my m card. so no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90527219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90527219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90527219' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90455831</id><published>2003-03-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T06:00:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the echo of my words cuts just like a knifecuts so deep it hurti help back the tearsheld on to my pride and watched you gourgh. this is what you define a home? -shakes head- it's a house. family? -shakes head- far from that.  god, i know you understand. my prayer to you today is bring everyone in this house to wak in your light and turn this house into a home.][jukebox][ dc talk - colored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90455831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90455831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90455831' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90405386</id><published>2003-03-09T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T08:42:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the stars are fading from her eyesand there's no longer fire in her laughhmns. life's moving quite slowly now. everything seems so slow paced on a sunday. ][jukebox][ lenny leblanc - we all bow down][feeling][ slow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90405386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90405386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90405386' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90359877</id><published>2003-03-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T09:24:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im giving you all of mesometimes slow motion moves too fast to capture the moment of our lives where everything changes for the shutter of the camera. it moves too fast for the words that blow our lives apart in one single slice; it moves too fast for the moment we look up into their eyes and see only one emotion, be it love, hate or pain. it moves too fast for the moment before the telephone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90359877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90359877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90359877' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90308702</id><published>2003-03-07T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T08:53:44.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a happy girl =)today was such a fun day. -beamms- did quite a bit of shopping mens. bought a ripcurl bag. a nice top that fel insisted that i had to get it. cuz she felt it was really pretty but she cant fit into it cuz her shoulders are too broad. a khaki green plaited skirt that val and i so like. lol. went to nafa¡¯s open house with val and shoex. it¡¯s like everything¡¯s so cool at nafa. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90308702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90308702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90308702' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90241427</id><published>2003-03-06T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T07:25:23.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>paper cut angel shapes purple and blueand glittered and gluedsparkle in the sunlightmake me an angel with yourprettie hands, my god.and be careful not to tear myfragile heart angels pleasebecause pieces of papershapes and letters are all i have left in my world so dark and strange nowno words are spokenno dreams are dreamtjust three coloured paper angels hanging onmy window twisting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90241427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90241427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241427' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90241091</id><published>2003-03-06T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T07:32:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its written in the same wordstelling you the same old storyoh wells. i dont know how to feel about the debate yesterday. it's a good thing that we won our semi finals. but is it a good thing that we cant get into the finals? -breathes- oh wells. so long as we gave our best shot and yogs got the best speaker. -smiles- well done gurl. but i really think they should just do away with reply speeches</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90241091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90241091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241091' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90113198</id><published>2003-03-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T06:36:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but you'll never lose the thing you loveas long as you hold it in your heartphews. im like having this gastric going on and off that can be fatal any moment. lol. my muscle aches arent healing either. and looking at the hours of sleep i get, it's not  helping too. oh wells. theres been like so much talk bout my future with my classmates, parents and people nowadays. i sometimes wonder why am i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90113198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90113198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90113198' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90054152</id><published>2003-03-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T07:51:34.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anger's not a wordbut a reaction when you simply cant take it anymorereaction is not an actbut a piece of play done not realizedoh god. im so tired. tired. tired. i really feel as though im going to snap. give me your strength will you? -sighs- im like having muscle aches all over and have salon pas pasted all over my body. i feel so... mummified. brr. ive been doing such physical stuff since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90054152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90054152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90054152' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-90002319</id><published>2003-03-02T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T08:35:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that was no ordinary lovewhen you made everything right againwith your extraordinary lovesuddenly. im feeling upset. it's this feeling of something absent somewhere- in my heart. -breathes- that breath couldnt go all the way in. cuz there's a hole somewhere in me. hahs. im lame.][jukebox][ joy enriquez - how can i not love you][feeling dejected.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90002319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/90002319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90002319' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89956348</id><published>2003-03-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T07:58:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> you flashed that killer smile of yours at me again todayi promise you stole my heart awayethan is nice. he came up to me to thank me. though i dont know for what reason exactly. i just assumed larrs. hahas. and shared with him eelee's new brilliant strategy and what ive done so far. and he stood there listening and just grinned and grinned and grinned. sheesher. like he hasnt been speaking to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89956348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89956348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89956348' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89906201</id><published>2003-02-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T08:10:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a nice fresh brownie topped with vanilla icecream and creamsimply makes me smile =)-beamms- im a happy girl today! i got a one distinction for my chinese! alrights mens! im really happy for wyn too! like she was about to bite her thumb off or something before the results was announced. her efforts paid off. she was mugging for like full two weeks before the paper. and for once in a long long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89906201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89906201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89906201' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89839735</id><published>2003-02-27T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T06:54:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's this madness goin onthats drivin me crazie-breaths in deep- tomms' the release of the chinese o results. god. i really pray id do well. there's like this so big difference between a one point and four points. gosh. i cant help but feel my blood rushing up into my brains. the next semifinal debate motion is "this house would ban experimentation on animals". and im on the opposition side. the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89839735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89839735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89839735' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89769570</id><published>2003-02-26T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T03:07:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we won! again!what can i say bout 4diligiants but we simply rawk to the kore! hahas. both out debate teams won. woo hoo. im glad to say i did put in my best effort. our debate was the only one where the results werent announced on the spot but. check this out. lol. under the announcements. alrights. my nerves were trembling after the debate cos it was really a good fight though there werent any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89769570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89769570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89769570' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89599012</id><published>2003-02-23T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T06:51:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slowly. the door creaked open. and the little girl whispered for a heart to make its exit. all was still. all was quiet. everything felt numb. the heart was not beating anymore. it didnt live for her. she walked over to it with tears streaming down her cheeks and nudged for it to go away. silently, she shut the door behind it. it's out now. it's free to fly. while she goes back to a corner and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89599012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89599012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89599012' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89594917</id><published>2003-02-23T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T03:57:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>broken hearts, broken livesHe'll take them allmy blog is just too sad. oh wells. at least some nice stuff happened today. went to the park behind my house with xiuhui meiyan and rongyao to let out our stress. xiuhui was trying to blade. but she had a great fall. met donavan and we all played see-saw. so childish huh. and here's some math about our weights. me+donavan = rongyao+meiyanme+</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89594917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89594917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89594917' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89554579</id><published>2003-02-22T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T08:27:08.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouch.ive no idea why but it just hurts. its like a cycle that goes on and on. people quarrel and make up and all's well. but the next moment, the quarrelling starts. it's like the chicken and egg question. how did it all begin?][jukebox][ vanessa williams - the sweetest days][feeling][ -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89554579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89554579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89554579' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89501510</id><published>2003-02-21T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T08:49:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my prayer.is it too much to ask for?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89501510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89501510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89501510' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89435553</id><published>2003-02-20T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T07:11:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waiting.still waiting. for the day where i'll smile. my heart's smile.][jukebox][ -][feeling][ -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89435553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89435553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89435553' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89373528</id><published>2003-02-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T07:49:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watch the stars dance.the moonbeams rejoice. the fantasy of it all entranced by the the sight beyond the world. fatal illusion dances before your eyes before you are stricken and the pain leaves your eyes, your mind clears, instantaneously, giving you the few seconds only to realize your fate and what all is held in store. watered-down promises drip into your bittersweet veins, coursing your body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89373528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89373528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89373528' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89372745</id><published>2003-02-19T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T07:32:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sun refuses to shine on medear lord,tonight as i whisper my prayer to you with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, i want to surrender my life to you. i want you to take control of it. i realised i cant fix a broken heart, a broken family or a broken friendship myself. i dont have the strength to fight anymore. i shouldnt be fighting. instead i should be resting in the shadows of your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89372745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89372745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89372745' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89242728</id><published>2003-02-17T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T07:33:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a baby is an eternal soulthat took my breath away.anyways. the past few days have been decision-making ones where ive decided to grow in certain areas of my character and stuff. i really gotta stick wwjd posters everywhere at home already. and it's time i address my cg on many issues. -frowns- and i wanna make it a point to stay online less. so everyone if you see me online for too long a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89242728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89242728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89242728' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-89035795</id><published>2003-02-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T07:35:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smiles. smiles. smiles. =) im going out on a date for valentines' tomms! and the best part is... ive two dates! -grinns- -pats both of their lil heads- ai ni men duo duo!!! yikes. -beamms- anyways, happy vday to all. been rather broke lately. so if you dont get a vdae gift from me this year unlike the past years, i apologise alrights? but if youre really desperate for one you can tell me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89035795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/89035795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89035795' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88974675</id><published>2003-02-12T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T07:01:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hearing your voice never fails to make me look backat the beautiful moments we sharedim so happy so happy so happy. -jumps around- dont ask me why. i just am. smiles. smiles. smiles.][jukebox][ kate winslet - what if. yeps. still.][feeling][ flew over the moon. said hi to the stars. danced on cloud nine. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88974675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88974675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88974675' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88918175</id><published>2003-02-11T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T08:36:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heaven was a symphony of musicwhere everything was in perfect harmonyheaven is perfect purity and god wants to purify his saints on earth so they will enjoy heaven's atmosphere.heaven is fullness of joy and god desires to give joy to his people on earth.heaven is everlasting freedom and god longs for his people to have deliverance while on earth.heaven is perfect wholenessand god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88918175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88918175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88918175' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88801119</id><published>2003-02-09T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T07:50:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here I stand alone with this weight upon my heartand it will not go awayin my head I keep on looking back right back to the startwondering what it was that made you changegave and received shepherding tiday. -smiles- learnt alot i guess. and im falling in love with my pherd. -grinns- starting to admire jesse quite alot. she leads such a prayerful life. first time i had worship before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88801119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88801119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88801119' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88758543</id><published>2003-02-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T08:05:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just feel like burying myself now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88758543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88758543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88758543' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88708889</id><published>2003-02-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T07:36:17.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll shine up the old brown shoes,put on a brand-new shirtgetting all jittery bout the deco i put up today for tomms mvp service. it's the first time im doing everything alone. but i pulled joyce along with me to nexus today to help me. -chuckles- lili helped too. but the coordination stuff with the young adult deco group was so confusing. now i know how tedious it is to get all the deco right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88708889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88708889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88708889' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-88651281</id><published>2003-02-06T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T07:28:55.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i see in you is nothing short of glorioushow is it that guys have this ego thing to the extend that my tuition teacher doesnt want to hold a pink pencil? -rolls eyes- i had to search all over to get him another pencil so he could teach me. like whatever lorr. these few days have been teary days for me. lol. ive no answer as to why my eyes are wet and they hurt. -shrugs- tomms' gonna be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88651281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/88651281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88651281' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87958044</id><published>2003-01-24T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T06:59:13.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know this is not a dreamcause i feel you right deep down in my heartsecfourdiligence just rocks to the core! we're the vibrant and funky class mens. i cant wait to finish painting everything tomms and we'll just be so delighted with ourselves. -grinns- am really happy that many came down to paint today. at least we're getting somewhere with most walls painted. gosh i cant contain the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87958044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87958044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87958044' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87841980</id><published>2003-01-22T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T06:47:58.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the cross is but a symbolits the word thats godtuition just now was comical. cheehwee and i finished a whole box of tissue paper in two hours. -claps- both of us were sneezing and sneezing. hahas and together we went through amath very sickly. hahas. and my sis came up with cold tablets and strepsils and whatever stuff she thought could cure us from the kitchen. okay. everyone's sick now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87841980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87841980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87841980' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87781660</id><published>2003-01-21T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T06:11:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if youre not the onethen why does my soul feel glad?bio and chem's draining my life away. my concentration span is so super short. im so ill-disciplined. cant even pay full attention in class or sit at the table and study properly. bah!!! i need to be more self-motivated and keep thinking wwjd. im going back to my books now... talk bout phagocytes and lymphocytes and leucocytes and erythrocytes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87781660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87781660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87781660' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87678708</id><published>2003-01-19T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T05:34:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god, give me your strengthbecause i wanna be your conqueror-scratches head- i wanna ask my mom to go for sunday services now that she can get outta house. but... how?-twitches eyebrows- i wanna grow my group to seven. but... ive been saying this for such a long time.-pulls a face- idontcareanymore im just really gonna wham through all obstacles.because i know He's with mebecause i know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87678708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87678708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87678708' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87638968</id><published>2003-01-18T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T06:53:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what else can i say but, im having a mixture of emotions. it's just going all wild in me. god, i need a grip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87638968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87638968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87638968' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87593413</id><published>2003-01-17T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T07:41:16.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>embrace me with love neverendingenchant me with Your tender lovingthose two lines are so sweet aint they? it flashed through my visions in my dreams. decided to put that into the song i came up with. somehow it goes, but somehow, it doesnt. im just so frustrated bout not getting the whole thing right. can anyone help me? and shucks. ive decided to drop my piano lessons. as in quit it cuz my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87593413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87593413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87593413' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87536501</id><published>2003-01-16T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T07:34:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quote wenbing...tunder_light@hotmail.com says:hahahahahatunder_light@hotmail.com says:tunder_light@hotmail.com says:no wat thistunder_light@hotmail.com says:i see u tunder_light@hotmail.com says:onlyunquote.-beamms- wen bing's just super cute. can't wait to see him again on saturday. lalas. -jumps off to bed-][jukebox][jay chou - ban dao tie he][feeling][delighted. =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87536501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87536501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87536501' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87478367</id><published>2003-01-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T07:24:13.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the tears have got small victory by thatfor it was bad enough before their spitemade a pact with yings today. if we flunk today's physics test, we're both dropping it together. guess ive had enough of trying and trying. they say, if you still fail after a thousands tries, go for a thousand and one tries. oh wells, i need a breather first. urgh. it's only the second week of school but i feel as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87478367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87478367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87478367' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87272009</id><published>2003-01-11T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T10:58:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there will never be a reason to lose this confidencefor I have found where my assurance liesit is not in my own power but in who my savior isand the truth of this conviction makes me shout to the skyi am writing this to you// and I hope that one day soon// you will come to realize// you are precious in His eyes// i know you feel alone// a million miles from home// it seems that know one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87272009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87272009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87272009' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87221545</id><published>2003-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T09:06:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>though we've never been togetherwe've never been apartthose roses are real. hahas. heard they cost a bomb but oh wells. can never get enough of dark red full bloom roses and geberas as well as spending time with my dig cam. -beamms- phwee. just came home from kenny roge with pei, char, yang, ling, ping, charl and eileen. it's been a long long time. we talked bout our class stuff and im oh so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87221545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87221545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87221545' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87164989</id><published>2003-01-09T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T06:07:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>celine. if youre reading this, let me lead you in a secret. -whispers- you make me feel slow. yarr. so u got a blog and i had to find out bout it myself. -sulkks- and you were talking bout being 'zi dong' in yer latest entry. brr. how zidong. and why does wyn nie's [pherd, im making a point to put in that space =)] link have a smiley there and mine doesnt? (&gt;_&lt;) but its alright at least i got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87164989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87164989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87164989' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87164742</id><published>2003-01-09T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T05:56:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things should always be like this: just, him, and me!-smacks head on the table- aint it so wundaful ter fall in luf wif that same big guy all over again and again and again everyday with that lufsick smile on your face when you wake up every single morning and looking at the sun with that swooning emotion that makes you go "ahh..." as though you were gazing into His sparkling eyes? -falls into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87164742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87164742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87164742' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-87107687</id><published>2003-01-08T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T03:31:22.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>be strong.that's what everyone's telling me. -breathes- i will. ][jukebox][ avril lavigne - why][feeling][ drained.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87107687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/87107687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87107687' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86927080</id><published>2003-01-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T09:49:33.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we all need some madness to feelaliveservice was hilarious. doing the video feature was funny. kissing valtoh was the highlight of today! -chuckles- valtoh's so kissable. -grinns- and pherd's expression seemed as though she was in agony as she exclaimed "why do i have sheeps like that?!" bwahahas. so i got my vioce back some time after eelee and pherd prayed for me. =) godisreal. -winkks-][</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86927080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86927080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86927080' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86879696</id><published>2003-01-03T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T08:01:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything of mei place at your feetsighs. god, i need my voice back. purrrlleeeeaassseee...i live for you// all that i am// all that i do// my heart beats with you// and each day i wake// i think of you// you are why i sing// you are why i live// everything of me// i place at your feet// you are why i love// you are why i give// everything of me belongs to you// i live for you// you are my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86879696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86879696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86879696' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86823833</id><published>2003-01-02T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T02:07:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear god,here is your child,down on her knees.can you hear a heart yell?could you ever see?so much to be said,yet cant be told.wanting all these to fade,yet still cant let go.i need her so much.she's someone so dear.yet in times like such,it's you i fear.are you taking her away?then again, why?all i can do is stand at bayand pray she won't die.god, will you protect her,and stay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86823833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86823833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86823833' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86751782</id><published>2002-12-31T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T01:47:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hold me in your armsnever let me goi wanna spend eternity with yousick. on a new year's eve. how wonderful. how am i gonna conduct a proper cg tomms? well, i believe He'll strengthen me. =) got an idea of how the brothers conduct their cgs. thanks to sihan. anyways, happy new year to all. new year resolutionsone. to be less bad-tempered and open and less serious[thanks sihan and xiaoting]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86751782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86751782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86751782' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86699601</id><published>2002-12-30T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T06:21:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so you came up to me. with that hip chick attitude of yours and the ever so familiar "hey ron" from you. but this time, it felt different. handed me a card saying you didnt forget me, signing off at the bottom right of the page with a name, date, day and time. two smileys and three simple words, all the best, which wasnt the exact three words on the other lil notes you showered me with. it seemed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86699601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86699601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86699601' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86661988</id><published>2002-12-29T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T08:40:17.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep the candle burning - point of graceyou think youre alone there in your silent stormbut ive seen the tears youve criedfalling down and trying to drownthe flame of hope insidelet me tell you now, tell you nowwhen youre walking in the dead of nightand your soul is churningwhen your hope seems out of sightkeep the candle burningall it takes is one steady heartin a world that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86661988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86661988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86661988' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86661891</id><published>2002-12-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T08:36:25.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dance before your throne and all that is within me will rise to glorifyyelps! had the most horrible nightmare of my life. it's not scary. it's the person who makes me shudder. -cringes- it can actually be a sweet dream but nono!!! not when that person's the prince charming in the dream. =/  slept late last night, or rather, this morning. was fooling around with my sisters and jessica. hahas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86661891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86661891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86661891' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86628304</id><published>2002-12-28T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T09:09:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cause when I look at my lifehow the pieces fall into placeit just wouldnt rhyme without Youhow words spill out from my mouthlike the flow of the blood in my veinslike love spills from my heartand at Your command i shall givelike i have never given beforefor Your words tell all so tenderif i would and i could i would never stop hearingso touch me just once and ill shiverwhat i see in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86628304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86628304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86628304' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86576306</id><published>2002-12-26T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T21:35:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and she said she'd love him til the stars no longer allowbut now she says she's loving him no matter whatwill you hear her prayer from abovefrom the mighty throne you're upon?will you cover her up with your loveand bring her her long awaited dawn?][jukebox][ josh groban - to where you are][feeling][ tired up in my mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86576306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86576306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86576306' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86486140</id><published>2002-12-24T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T21:00:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if a promise were to walk along with her flickering smile, she would loosen her grasp on this delicate reality.im going away for a few days. need these days to slow down life. stop and think. -sighs- i ought not to feel this way on a beautiful Christmas.][jukebox][ blue - like a friend][feeling][ weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86486140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86486140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86486140' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86436393</id><published>2002-12-23T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T07:05:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. if He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring. He sends you a sunrise every morning. whenever you want to talk, He listens. He can live anywhere in the universe, but He chose, your heart. face it friend, He is crazy about you.ripped off the forwarded email from jiayi. -grinns- sorry. found that far</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86436393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86436393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86436393' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86368437</id><published>2002-12-21T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T11:18:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so go and think about whatever you need to think aboutgo on and dream about whatever you need to dream aboutand come back to me when you notice how you feel whoa. caroling was a blast mens! we were rolling in big bucks. like northeast caroling group a sang only for one and a half minutes at eight houses but got five hundred and twenty nine dollars! -grinnswidewide- but im totally zonked now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86368437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86368437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86368437' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86319340</id><published>2002-12-20T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T06:40:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im tired of feeling like i live in movie but i don't know how to get out of it.lousy confirmation night. brr. (&gt;_&lt;) feeling sick too. -sighs- ][jukebox][ david meece - we are the reason][feeling][ sick.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86319340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86319340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86319340' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86276057</id><published>2002-12-19T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T08:50:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's quiet in hereit's quiet in hernow move over cos there's nothing but souli know. He's just up there playing hard to get. i'll just have to pull through it no matter what it takes. -breathes-][jukebox][ cumbia kings - say it once, say it twice][feeling][ lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86276057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86276057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86276057' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86220152</id><published>2002-12-18T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T06:58:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i look in your directionand you pay me no attention, do you?yeayyeayyeay! -whoops!- i can go for unit cg-cum-nb party tomms! went to visit phyllis today. erm puay's contact? hees. so glad she lives a road across me. watched talkingcock over at her house. was a pretty lame and corny show. then went to visit mama, jeniffer, amos and nicole. ooh. they grow really fast. and now they can shout "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86220152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86220152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86220152' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86110532</id><published>2002-12-16T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T06:39:29.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to touch youi want to see your facei want to know you moreday at home wasnt that bad. revised some amath before eelee, puay, jiayi and dear came. -grinns- we talked lots and watched harry potter and ate kfc. you know what guys? they made my day. -grinns- love you all alotalotalotalot!!! after they left my eyes were like glued to the tv. for three hours. ive never been so stuck to that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86110532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86110532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86110532' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86104589</id><published>2002-12-16T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T03:46:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeok, soph, fer you guys. -grinns-     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86104589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86104589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86104589' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86092672</id><published>2002-12-15T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T21:13:45.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok this is funny:Mormonism says: The Mormon church uses the Bible and the Book of Mormon as their primary authority, with the addition of the Doctrine and Covenants and The Pearl of Great Price."We believe the Bible to be the word of God, as far as it is translated correctly; we also believe the Book of Mormon to be the word of God."      -Articles of Faith, 8. Christianity says: The Bible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86092672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86092672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86092672' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-86032887</id><published>2002-12-15T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T08:23:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will these words (still lodged inside my throat) that i long to whisper in your ear ever escape my lips to write love letters in calligraphy across your skin like i have always intended them to? did some catching up on my physics today. like finally. then did some furnishing to my room. It's really pretty now. ive a cupboard of memories. -grinns- theres like photos all over it. iloveit mens!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86032887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/86032887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86032887' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85994080</id><published>2002-12-14T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T07:36:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i fear that its because he'll never understand completelythe meaning hidden deep within the casual melodyGod is faithful! matthew 6:33-34 is a verse i really claimed. i really wanna seek his righteousness first in everything i do despite of any trouble. today's sermon was really useful to me! god really knows how to speak to my heart. the point about bringing our problems to him really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85994080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85994080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85994080' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85988987</id><published>2002-12-14T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T04:48:55.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's so exciting to see how much we've grown since this global community campyet it's disheartening to see some faces not here anymore ='(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85988987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85988987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85988987' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85950801</id><published>2002-12-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T04:23:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mothers are very important to children. they provide the lifeblood, the mind energy, and the "soul food" that every child needs in order to flourish. fathers show us how to survive. mothers teach us how to blossom and flourish. the mother must teach, nurture, guide, and provide the spiritual support system that the soul requires to unfold. when a child does not have a mother, some portion of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85950801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85950801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85950801' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85945553</id><published>2002-12-13T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T07:19:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a knife in my handa voice in my heada word runs througha song plays onleave this placelet everything gogo back home nowhere you dont belongHe's up therego search for Himcry in His armsthen it'll be eternitytake me homewipe away my tearsdraw a smile on mewash my blood away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85945553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85945553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85945553' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85938925</id><published>2002-12-13T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T02:17:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i reach my hands towards youwith all my heart adore youlet me hear your voicethe gentle whisper of your voicethe devil's doing his work. cool. but guess what, im not moved. got another huge lecture from my mom. im officially grounded. and she's gonna throw my piano, guitars, electone and clavinova away. how exciting. -rolls eyes- just cause me and my sis missed piano lessons. cool.defination </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85938925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85938925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85938925' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85896136</id><published>2002-12-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T07:31:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im just a girlwhat more do you want from here?yeay! sunny day... driving the.. clouds away! -grinns- two deyi converts! -whoops- i can hear the angels singing and playing their harps and lyres up there rejoicing in heaven! xiuhui has really done a great job! and she has made my confirmation fourteen for this saturday! so love my sheeps. =) i spent most of my time today on the phone mens. sheesh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85896136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85896136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85896136' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85889265</id><published>2002-12-12T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T06:56:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>              </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85889265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85889265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85889265' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85888832</id><published>2002-12-12T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T23:42:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85888832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85888832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85888832' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85886966</id><published>2002-12-12T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T02:20:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the two monkeys at camp! -grinns- i was on jiayi?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85886966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85886966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85886966' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85841309</id><published>2002-12-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T00:18:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for once, my soul is free. it lives, inside of you.im locked, inside your prison.what went wrong? -cries-][jukebox][ hillsong - breathe on me][feeling][ dejected.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85841309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85841309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85841309' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85788306</id><published>2002-12-10T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T06:31:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and then i fall. In love? for You? yes.urh. supposed to be an enjoyable day at my house together with my pherd and sheeps and exsheep and sis. but my mom ruined my day. grr. she's just like pms-ing and dad's just like menopausing. urh. the devil really really really knows when to attack. -glares at him- shoo away! alrights. im starting on my homework for sure soon. really soon. promise. ][</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85788306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990900/posts/default/85788306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insync.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85788306' title=''/><author><name>.ron.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294346121366175125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990900.post-85727460</id><published>2002-12-09T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T08:37:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are beautiful beyond descriptiontoo marvellous for wordstoo wonderful for comprehension like nothing ever seen nor heardargh. feeling so achy all over. wanted to do some studying today but was too caught up in writing encouragement cards. =)  slept around four last night. or rather, this morning. hahas. was catching up in reading the word. im supposed to be over and done with the bible at </summary><link rel='edit' 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