<?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-13897578</id><updated>2011-12-27T07:58:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jacintha a.k.a tha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-2132394073695190337</id><published>2009-05-07T00:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:22:43.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are my personal notes to each of you (from farewell night). Thank you each of you for playing a special part in my life =) Much love, hugs and virtual kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pic32.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic32.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aaron Lee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I see great potential in you. Don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Glad to have known you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andrew Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for journeying through the CF with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bryan Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You are a unique person with a unique mindset of your own. Though you are the most Perasan one on Earth, I’ll always remember you as the one and only BW the Great. Thank you for running this race alongside with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jee Hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Use the many gifting that God has placed in your life for His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m really glad to see where you are today. Keep hungering for God’s Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lai Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Always remember that what others count as weakness may be strengths in the eyes of God. Thank you for being ever sensitive, ever caring, and ever encouraging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wang Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It has truly been a great joy serving alongside with you. I hope that I was able to stand with you throughout our term serving together. The deep and heart to heart talk that we have has indeed been enriching to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daniel Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Lord has greater plans for your life. Stay focus. Don't speed on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for your friendship to me and your support towards CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elvin Van Schoonbeck &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It has been great knowing you. Continue to be an encouragement to others around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Continue supporting CF while you still can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Proud of you. God is not finish with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grace Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let God be the center of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joachim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You are better than you think you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jon G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You’ll make a great President. Be a leader by example. Thank you for being my Macha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jonathan Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Remember, find that passion within you and go all out for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jinnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for bringing vibe through your bubbly personality into the CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenny Yeoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for always being there for me even with the many clashed of thoughts that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jay Sern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Have more faith in yourself, for I have more faith in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jian Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for being supportive and ever willing to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phui Yein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It’s a joy to see you loving and serving Him more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;When waves and storms rise, God is in the boat with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ann Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Don’t let others determine how much you’re worth. You worth more in the eyes of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rachel Loh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m passing on the baton to you. Be on guard and be sensitive, always on the look out for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rebecca Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Glad to have served together with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It has been great knowing you. You still owe me supper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You have a beautiful heart. Glad to see how being a CG leader has really shape you. Always remember to be an example to the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sue Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m proud of you. Thank you for making me feel love by my CG leader even when I only pop by once in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caryn Liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You’re a sweet, loving girl. Keep loving and believing in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;James(Ja-mes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Continue to be a support to CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jee Hwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for being part of the CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kai Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Small in size does not make you small in heart. Allow God to enlarge your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rakesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Continue to equip others with the Word of God and challenge them to live out authentic faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for your support in CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;David Foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for being you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ai Mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There is nothing wrong to question, when you have more questions, you’ll have more answers. Keep digging deeper into His word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for being part of the CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alvin Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you for having an open heart. I appreciate your friendship and your effort in trying to connect and bring people together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clarence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Keep the faith.  Hoping to see more of your involvement in CF in the coming years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Even for a short time, I’m glad to have known you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jason Robert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your laughter is contagious. So keep laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Glad to know you. Wish I had more time to get to know you better. Thank you for your constant support towards CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's good to have you with us. Though we are different in race, when we really look deep, we are all very much the same. I hope you'll feel at home, love and belong in CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ji Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thank you for your support towards CF. It's good to have a wiser figure among us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Colin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think we make you tired. Thank you for being there for us and I hope you will be able to continue to journey with the CF through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Annette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are someone I really admire and look up to. You're life has always been an inspiration to me, to challenge me to do more. So I thank you. Thank you for believing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To all the graduates to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Congrats! I hope you finished your race with no regrets. Thank you. Looking forward to our Langkawi Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...Farewell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-2132394073695190337?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/2132394073695190337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=2132394073695190337&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/2132394073695190337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/2132394073695190337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-you.html' title='To you'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3227028039837654257</id><published>2009-03-23T03:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:41:17.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belaian Jiwa - Innuendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got tag by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://nikeester.blogspot.com/"&gt;nikeester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Girls out there this dude is single and available :D ~Weeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/Handphone/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Get Thru This - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Only Hope - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Letters to the President - Hawk Nelson *maybe I should write a letter to the Prime Minister =p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;One Heart - Celine Dion *to have One Heart like Christ :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;What We Are Made Of - Scott Mallone *imperfect human*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Our Lives -The Calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Sugar - The Archies *oh yeah, sugar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Your Angel - Celine Dion and R Kelly *yes i think about this quite often :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Comfort Me - Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not The One - Daniel Bedingfield  *errrr...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Home - Michael Buble  *going home to be with you :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Collide - Howie Day *collision with different kinds of people?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Who Are They - Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Home - Chris Daughtry *refer to question and answer in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; above. Coincidence? :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Boom - POD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Staralfur - Sigur Ros *definitely not this song, it's too boring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Be Be Your Love - Rachael Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Adam's Song - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Dreams - Celine Dion *Everyone have big dreams, and that's a good thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;A Whole New World - Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson *errr.. perhaps this isn't the worst thing that could ever happen, it might be the best :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Let The Music Heal Your Soul - All Star *clueless??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Stay - Lisa Loeb *staying?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Stigmatized - The Calling *This song kinda jiwang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;BYOB - System Of A Down *ok...yeah technically this song really makes me laugh hahah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Low - Kelly Clarkson *being low/down/emo/whatever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine - Jim Brickman and Sarah Bright *I guess that's a YES :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Angels Brought Me Here - Guy Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure - Angels and Airwaves *perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect - Simple Plan *try to be perfect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable - Darren Hayes *errr..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Belaian Jiwa - Innuendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added (optional):&lt;br /&gt;What Will End This Post?&lt;br /&gt;Smile - John Pizzarelli *Yeah, SMILE :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;John Lim&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Cornelius&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Tan&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Tan&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3227028039837654257?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3227028039837654257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3227028039837654257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3227028039837654257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3227028039837654257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2009/03/belaian-jiwa-innuendo.html' title='Belaian Jiwa - Innuendo'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1541837933460442688</id><published>2009-01-23T03:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:13:21.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby in the 'making'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'm like on holiday, while surfing online I found something really cool. It's a Baby Maker Application. It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/"&gt;RoutanBabymaker3000&lt;/a&gt; by Volkswagen. This application enables you to  make a baby without really 'making' a baby. This allows you to see how your baby will look like in the future. All you need to do is just upload a picture of the 'mum' and 'dad'. Since I have nothing better to do, I decided to try the application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my future 'baby' would look like with John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=junior.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 253px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/junior.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one was really scary. It actually look like William Hung. No way my child is going to look like that..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to use other pictures of John and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=junior2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 256px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/junior2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one not bad looking. But look like an 'ang moh' baby. I don't recall us having 'ang moh' blood.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=junior3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 254px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/junior3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the cutest of them all. I so *heart* this baby. Let's just call him Junior for now. At least this one looks chinese. Gilar chun hairstyle also... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it will look virtually. It's quite cool actually. The baby's eyes follows your mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 321px;"&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="271"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://content.oddcast.com/host/babymaker/swf/workshop_295_msPlayer.swf?doorId=295&amp;amp;clientId=164&amp;amp;mId=29344012&amp;amp;ds=http%3A%2F%2Fhost-d.oddcast.com"&gt;&lt;param name="BASE" value="host-d.oddcast.com"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="t"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noborder"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="hostMov" swliveconnect="true" src="http://content.oddcast.com/host/babymaker/swf/workshop_295_msPlayer.swf?doorId=295&amp;amp;clientId=164&amp;amp;mId=29344012&amp;amp;ds=http%3A%2F%2Fhost-d.oddcast.com" base="host-d.oddcast.com" scale="noborder" salign="t" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="385" height="271"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I introduced this application to Kenny Corn, he got a shock when the baby started laughing suddenly as he have turn up his speakers. You know how freaky baby laugh can be at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm too free, I decided to mix and match other 'mom' and 'dad' to see how their baby would look like.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how Glen and Rachel's baby would look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=junior4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 178px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/junior4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To bad the baby doesn't have curly hair =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is how Kenny Corn and Victor's baby is going to look like... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=junior5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/junior5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you see any similarity? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are too free and got nothing better to do like me, go on and start 'making' your own babies =p &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/"&gt;RoutanBabymaker3000&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1541837933460442688?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1541837933460442688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1541837933460442688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1541837933460442688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1541837933460442688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-in-making.html' title='Baby in the &apos;making&apos;'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3403137140272695521</id><published>2008-11-18T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:54:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Quiet_Solitude.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 417px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Quiet_Solitude.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These days I find much peace in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjZEUj0aHpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjZEUj0aHpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful video animatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. Mark 8:34"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide me now&lt;br /&gt;Under your wings&lt;br /&gt;Cover me&lt;br /&gt;within your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with you above the storm&lt;br /&gt;Father you are king over the flood&lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know you are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;Know his power&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..in You I trust, O Faithful Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3403137140272695521?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3403137140272695521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3403137140272695521&amp;isPopup=true' title='99 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3403137140272695521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3403137140272695521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/11/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>99</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-7239765098388764055</id><published>2008-11-01T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:36:27.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=holding-hands.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/holding-hands.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs someone to stand with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...not just your friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not just the broken hearted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that includes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like God is doing something in my heart, a renovation work perhaps. I've begin to see and experienced the imperfection of man and the issues that a Christian struggle with through my life and the life of others. It is real. Very real indeed. Christians struggle and fight to stay on track in their walk with God. I don't know about you, but I've met some Christians who have  ideals of what a Christian should be. Many a times we fail to meet those ideals, and when that happens we feel that we have missed the mark. We are no longer an ideal Christian. We become shameful and carry the guilt that our sins and failures has brought upon us. I think that sometimes we failed to see that we are Christians yet still very much human. Of cos God wants us to be in His likeness, but He knows us so well, He knows that we are made out of dust, we are humans, we fall short of His glory. But He gives us 2nd chances. Noticed i mentioned chances with the 's', that's right. He knows that we need more than one 2nd chance even when we don't even deserve a single 2nd chance. It's only by His grace that we have this privilege and honor, unmerited favor. Grace. Given freely. He accepts us the way we are, just as the very condition that we are in, broken, ugly, unworthy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by His grace that He has accepted us just as we are...&lt;br /&gt;It is by His grace that we can come out of our past, our guilt, our shame, our pain, our ideals of ourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we have to appear stronger, wiser, more spiritual, ideal when we are not? As a real fact we are all broken people. We are in need of people to stand with us. Not people who will pass judgment on us just because we have missed the mark of an ideal Christian.  We faced real life issues, we face temptations, we struggle and sometimes we failed. That is the reality. There is beauty in imperfection. It shows that we are in need of a Perfect God. A Perfect God who could accept such imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real. Very real indeed. The Christian life is a journey and it is a struggle. The older I get, the harder I find it to journey in this walk. The reality of life, the world, the people. Reality do bites. And the more you step into reality, the more you will see how imperfect Christians really are.  They need real people who are willing to stand with them and journey with them. In my imperfection, I've learned not to set ideals of what one should be but choose to believe that we are all imperfect people, struggling and trying to stay on track on our wonderful journey with our Savior and Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love and grace has accepted our imperfections...&lt;br /&gt;It's time to come out of our past, our guilt, our pain, our shame, our failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-7239765098388764055?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/7239765098388764055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=7239765098388764055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7239765098388764055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7239765098388764055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/11/real.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3241297113588215210</id><published>2008-10-14T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:30:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=back1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/back1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 5 months since I've pen down anything on this blog of mine. Guess my internship has taken quite a lot of my time and my 56k modem just won't do me justice. Thus, I became lazier and lazier, which led to the destruction of this blog.. haha. However, I'm about to revived it. But then I've decided to do a quiet come back for now. Think I can make use of this little space to pen down more personal thoughts of mine. And for those who actually cared or 'kepo' enough about my life would some how fumble back into this little space of mine. So yea, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I've gotten my streamyx. So guess it's gonna be a good new start.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3241297113588215210?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3241297113588215210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3241297113588215210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3241297113588215210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3241297113588215210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-back.html' title='Come back'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-7320835801690756162</id><published>2008-05-16T16:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:03:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CF Farewell 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So soon, another academic year is about to come to an end. I should get use to farewells like these by now since I've been through it twice before. Yet, I know I'm going to miss miss miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last CF for this academic year two weeks ago. It was real memorable I would say. Somehow I find this year's farewell night, celebration, party, whatever you call it a lil different from the usual years. Maybe it's because I was in charge of handling the whole program flow of the night together with Guru G. Here are some things that happened on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had the yet to grad seniors take charge of the praise and worship. You wanna know a Secret? Zefi can sing...hahaha.. He actually back up sing for the very first time. 3 Yays for Zefi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had performances first by the juniors then by the yet to grad people. First up was Victor Key a.k.a Turkey's performance with Jee Hor as his guitarist. He made his own remix of the song Time of Your Life by Greenday. A really good job in coming out with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next we had something different this time round. We had a puppet show specially for the seniors. Laura was in charge of this puppet show and she did a fantastic job. And the puppet characters are none other than the graduation people. I guess they really enjoyed watching what kind of impression we have of them. Like for Zefi they use a Doraemon to represent him because the bag that he usually carries around have most of the things that you need in it, just like doraemon's pouch. Lenard's puppet was associated with his favorite lingo ~FOO. Celine was portrayed as the sleeping queen and John was portrayed as a guy who chases after younger girls or new alphas. Dwong is remembered as the guy who likes to eat bones and Audrey, oh Audrey, no one will ever forget her magic tricks, with her pro magician look on her face.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=present.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/present.jpg" alt="grad4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Just want to say a BIG BIG thank you to Victor and Laura for coming up with the performances. Thumbs up to both of your performances.. =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next up is the yet to grad turn to perform. They did a very special performance, I don't really know how to explain what is it.. ha ha. They were acting out and holding words to represent lyrics to a few songs . It was a rather creative idea. After their performance, Lenard gave a solo performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grouppic-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/grouppic-1.jpg" alt="grad1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we are done and over with all the presentations, now it was time to appreciate the seniors for being part and supporting the CF. A video presentation to appreciate them was done by Jeremy and SueJane. You can view the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHiWi5YKCpY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHiWi5YKCpY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Thank you so much Jeremy and Sue Jane. A really good job from the both of you too..wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the video presentation, we went on to appreciate them even more. The juniors gave them a little handmade gift. It was a bottle which contains different color of melted candle wax in it. On top of each bottle their name was written on it with a glow in the dark pen. The bottle was stuck onto a board which has a message at the back of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the gift =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gift2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/gift2.jpg" alt="grad7" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Thank you so much Glen for your help. It was fun putting this together with you..lol. Sorry for the mess I made at your place*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The appreciation did not stop there. After giving each of them a gift, the rest of the CF-ers were ask to come in front to say a word of appreciation to each of the graduating seniors. Of cause the objective of this is to make the seniors cry....muahahaha.... The real objective behind this act is because many a times we take for granted the need to appreciate and encourage these people who have supported us and become part of us. Therefore, we don't want each of them to miss this opportunity to appreciate the seniors for what they have done and what they meant to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Kevin Koay was also leaving us. No he is not graduating. But he will be leaving MMU to pursue a new career in UTAR. Therefore, we appreciated him as well and gave him a farewell gift. Of cos there were crying.. and more crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farewell.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/farewell.jpg" alt="grad6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbyes have to be said... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the crying session was over, it was photo session. Random pictures for your pleasure below.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pixies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pixies.jpg" alt="grad5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the moment while you can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say all your thank you's while you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grads1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/grads1.jpg" alt="grad2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people that are leaving us.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To the graduating seniors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wish you all the best for your future. Thank you for being a part of us and investing your life in us. It has truly been a great joy knowing each of you. Thank you for accepting me into this CF and loving me for the person that I am. They always say goodbyes are not the end, so let us not let it be the end of great friendships. Take good care where ever you may go. God, the Author and Finisher holds your future. Thank you for running this race and finishing it well. I applaud you for all that you are and all that you have done. Will miss each of you so much. sobs.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Come back and visit us k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To Kevin Koay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Thank you for putting up with us all these years. I'm sure we contributed in some ways to your lost of hair. I thank you and respect you for the person that you are and thank you for loving and believing in us. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Farewell......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-7320835801690756162?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/7320835801690756162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=7320835801690756162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7320835801690756162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7320835801690756162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/05/grad4.html' title='CF Farewell 2008'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-331515096899526731</id><published>2008-04-21T01:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:24:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a post about a wedding that I've attended. It was my sister's husband's sister's wedding. How complicated can that sound.. haha.. Well, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;2 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily weds Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful wedding was held at DUMC Dream Center. This was the first wedding ever that I've attended that sets a dress code. The dress code for their guests was white, beige or creme and the bride and groom immediate family are suppose to wear red. The deco that went with the couple's wedding theme was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily5.jpg" alt="e5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was a rather interesting wedding. Firstly the bride is a Chinese marrying a Chindian. Therefore, they decided to have a Christian traditional kind of wedding. The bride wore an Indian wedding dress. It was rather unique and different. The bride's mum and sister came in a Sari. Now how cool is that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily6.jpg" alt="e6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene from Bollywood-A very Hindustan picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that made this wedding rather unique is it was an evangelistic wedding. Can you imagine that? The groom actually worship lead for his wedding and his bride co worship lead while the best man and the maid of honor were support singers. Unbelievable right. Then their church Pastor was giving out an evangelistic message. It was so interesting how the Pastor connected the wedding and evangelism together. He was talking about why they decided to do all this on their wedding day is because it is their passion, God is their passion and they would like to share it with each of their guest. Now that is maximum coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily3.jpg" alt="e3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride's immediate family. The one in pink is my sister.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing about this wedding is their wedding guests consisted of rather interesting people. First there was the best man. Take a guess who he was? Ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reveal his identity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta dah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily4.jpg" alt="e4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrick Leong.. the well known Christian singer from Malaysia. And I got to hear him sing live  again.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next unexpected guest on the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta dah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily2.jpg" alt="e2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lecturer.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was as surprised as I was to see me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third guest at the wedding... sigh.. too bad I didn't notice him at the wedding. Only after looking at the wedding pictures that I realized he was there. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Third guest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tadah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily7.jpg" alt="e7" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loopymeals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loopy meals&lt;/a&gt; was there too. I recognized his cute son from his blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for the unexpected wedding guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog. So I guess I deserve to put a picture of myself on that night.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ahref="http: com="" albums="" b33="" blu3zzjacintha="" action="view&amp;amp;current=emilyswed.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emilyswed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emilyswed.jpg" alt="emily4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahref="http:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shiok sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're wondering why I'm not in red, beige, creme or white that's because I'm special.. =p Nolar it's because extended families get to wear anything that they like so that people can identify who are family.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emily1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/emily1.jpg" alt="e1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the lovely couple. May God continuously shower His blessings upon your marriage =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Credit- Photos taken from &lt;a href="http://www.atelierventures.com/proofs/v/weddings/paul_emily/"&gt;Atelier Ventures&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-331515096899526731?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/331515096899526731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=331515096899526731&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/331515096899526731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/331515096899526731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-post.html' title='Wedding post'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-7022734523570576541</id><published>2008-03-17T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:40:02.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere, Anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still looking for a place to do to my internship .. sigh.. where to find somewhere easily accessible from Klang or from Cyber? Send out so many enquiries and resume to various company but no reply.  Disappointed..? yea :(  Somehow I am stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have one offer from Q-dees. Yea the Montessori, somewhere I would like to do my internship. Only problem is it's in Damansara. It wouldn't be a problem if my driving skill was an A+ but unfortunately this car phobia thingy ain't getting me anywhere. Hoping for other advertising company to reply me such as Akitiara. Really want to get done with this so that I can decide where I will be living next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie is moving out.. sob sob.. Things are going to change, that's for sure.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in the grey&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God&lt;br /&gt;Pray with me, for me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Jacintha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- Updated briefly for now. That's all a 56k modem could do. Stay tune, hopefully soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-7022734523570576541?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/7022734523570576541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=7022734523570576541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7022734523570576541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7022734523570576541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-anywhere.html' title='Somewhere, Anywhere'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3927319012276812819</id><published>2008-03-05T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:11:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Pitera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My roomie Heidi send me this video. Super, duper chun-ted. You have to see this. May i introduced to you Nick Pitera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAPlmEHo9QQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAPlmEHo9QQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mien he sounds so much like Ariel from The Little Mermaid. It would make more sense to me if someone can  impersonate people's voices. But sing... how could someone sing so well in the right pitch and tone, yet still able to impersonate so many other people? *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the video, I went on to look up for more videos of him. So if you're still not impressed, check out the video below.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy and girl's voice. Someone actually told me he sounded better in his girl voice... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He even do Alicia Key's. Check out his style. Almost exactly like Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still not impressed? Why don't you do a comparison with the two video below. One was sung by the original singer, Celine Dion and another Nick Pitera. Check out the imitation style. Coolness.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Jr-2eyRtV4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Jr-2eyRtV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHE4X7HFmTM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHE4X7HFmTM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3927319012276812819?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3927319012276812819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3927319012276812819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3927319012276812819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3927319012276812819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/03/nick-pitera.html' title='Nick Pitera'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3916851678026677804</id><published>2008-03-01T17:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:17:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=liawebez6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 203px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/liawebez6.jpg" alt="loveinaction" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can play a part in putting Love in Action &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveinaction08.blogspot.com/"&gt;   *click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sponsorship for the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Donation for the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd hand items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recycle items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Manpower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, we need your help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your contribution will go to beneficiaries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SPCA, CREST, Beautiful Gates, House of Joy, Disable homes, United Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every cent counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: For more info, e-mail me : jacinthaloke@yahoo.com or leave me a comment here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3916851678026677804?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3916851678026677804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3916851678026677804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3916851678026677804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3916851678026677804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-in-action.html' title='Love in Action'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-7808509868216098136</id><published>2008-02-15T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:55:00.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been quite awhile since i last updated my blog. Guess I'm just being plain lazy to blog.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my family and i celebrated my sister's 24th birthday with her. Although she's married and all, it is still very much family tradition to celebrate each other's birthday.. =) Her birthday falls on Chinese New Year's Eve. Therefore, we decided to celebrate it earlier. The weekend before her birthday we went to these Japanese restaurant in Subang to celebrate her birthday. I don't remember the name of the Japanese restaurant though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 261px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture003.jpg" alt="grace1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 260px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture008.jpg" alt="grace2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl. We don't look alike, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after dinner we headed back home. That day I made chocolate brownies for the very first time. Thank God it turn out alright. I have so many past not so nice baking experience before. Therefore, I'm pretty glad of the outcome of the chocolate brownie. And since we were celebrating my sister's birthday, I decided to cut a slice for her, pour extra melted chocolate on it and light a candle above it. I felt very pleased with myself..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 431px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture010.jpg" alt="grace3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate brownie with melted chocolate....*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 429px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture014.jpg" alt="grace6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl with her slice of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the best part about birthdays are the present. Since I'm the only one still not working in the family, nowadays I hardly pay for gifts for my family. However, this year I decided to get her a birthday present. No, two present to be exact. So tadah... Here is what I got her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture020.jpg" alt="grace4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book entitle P.S. I love you by Cecelia Ahern. There's a movie based on this book and from what I heard the story is excellent, very heart warming. However, I came to know that the movie is not going to be release in Malaysia... sigh..  Anyhow, here is the trailer for the movie for your viewing pleasure.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxAnzofu7-A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxAnzofu7-A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than the book, I found this really, really and I mean really, really adorable baby mitten and bootee set. And so I couldn't resist and bought it to add to the present. It says 'I love daddy' and 'I love mummy' on it. I would want one of those for my kid next time. Hmmm.. maybe I should have bought one extra beforehand.. darn.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/?action=view&amp;amp;current=picture018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 324px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/picture018.jpg" alt="grace5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cutest little thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if you're wondering... yea you got it right. They are expecting their first child. Which means, I'm going to be an aunty.... darn... I mean darn in a good way. Now I definitely am old... haha. But I can't wait for this bundle of joy to arrive. Hopefully it's going to be a bundle of joy and not a bundle of headaches... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok that's it for now..&lt;br /&gt;Signing off once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-7808509868216098136?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/7808509868216098136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=7808509868216098136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7808509868216098136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7808509868216098136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2008/02/grace.html' title='What matters'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-4527309316348261071</id><published>2007-12-06T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:29:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 356px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/rain_day.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Looking towards Abba in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today to the sound of raindrops falling incessantly and a deep sense of gloominess&lt;br /&gt;Reach out Your hands for me and embrace me with Your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am, broken and unworthy I come&lt;br /&gt;To the God I love, You are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow once again I'm reminded of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZQ_zH62vyw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZQ_zH62vyw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY IN THE DARK by Juwita Suwito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops fall incessantly&lt;br /&gt;Each I think the sky's letting up&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be another cloud&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the dark&lt;br /&gt;Coming right at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often I can't see the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;The blinding headlights loom then go out again&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I find that I don't need to strife&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I realize I am rising, I'm flying and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the dark when I can't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I learn to hear Your whisper that's been guiding me&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for the hand that bears the light&lt;br /&gt;So my step is right&lt;br /&gt;Only in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now each day's a step that's lighted up&lt;br /&gt;And the questions asked won't make me stop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know no matter how I feel&lt;br /&gt;That this is real&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slowly getting to a place where it's not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the shadows come&lt;br /&gt;And let me run into Your arms where&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the warmth of Your touch - unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;Leading me on, loving me on, turning me on&lt;br /&gt;Though now it seems to be that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-4527309316348261071?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/4527309316348261071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=4527309316348261071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4527309316348261071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4527309316348261071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/12/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1503696053332062073</id><published>2007-11-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:42:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>I first heard this song when I was involved with my CF easter play. Simply lovely.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day if we let God be the center of our everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8l1iSWpkbeY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8l1iSWpkbeY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt; by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;yeah I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that it's gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;It always turns out to be a different way,&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's a different day,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been up to you,&lt;br /&gt;It's turning around,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little time,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;its a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, and I know I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it may change&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it may change&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it may change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1503696053332062073?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1503696053332062073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1503696053332062073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1503696053332062073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1503696053332062073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3661309731681910229</id><published>2007-11-09T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:41:33.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/me2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yea.. do just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3661309731681910229?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3661309731681910229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3661309731681910229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3661309731681910229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3661309731681910229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-me.html' title='Simply me'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1573334158289508669</id><published>2007-10-22T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:06:24.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever been in a position where you feel like you don't have the right to demand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like you're left with no choice but one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder how on earth did you get yourself entangle in such mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of numbing yourself from your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever love and hate at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got wounded and all bruise up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder if you're good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wish that things should go the way you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever find yourself paying for the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like things are too good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hold on to the past that is gripping on to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gaze into the future to find a vague future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1573334158289508669?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1573334158289508669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1573334158289508669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1573334158289508669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1573334158289508669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-810050197348787939</id><published>2007-10-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:25:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Matrimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next event on the list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th September 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the day have arrived. Yea, and it arrived way sooner than I expected. I guess I'll let the pictures do the talking.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of my sister's wedding, I went to get my hair and make up done for the very first time. It was a pretty cool experience and I have a good reason on spending such a great amount of money to make myself look pretty. Around noon, my sister got ready, waiting for her prince to come and sweep her off her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wedding1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom arrived in the afternoon. And I had the opportunity of coming out with stupid  challenges to interrogate the groom and his 'heng tai' before he can rescue his bride. However, the challenges didn't really turn out that fun as the 'heng tai' were not sporting enough. So it kinda 'potong stim' a bit. Anyhow, we decided to be kind to them and let them enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 813px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snap shots before heading to the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so we head to St Peter's Church. The church that they have chosen to have their wedding is a very beautiful church. As you enter the church, it literally reminds you of those catholic churches where you see on Hong Kong  TVB series. Really, really beautiful with an aisle and pews. The talented Euywein played the keyboard for their wedding. He plays so so well, I jealous.. I'm not even quarter as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wedding ceremony begins. I know that it was really hard for my father to give his daughter away. You know once a daddy's girl, always a daddy's girl. But I guess, he really learned to accept change that are bound to happen. I wonder what will happen when it's my turn to wed...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was crying involve halfway through the wedding ceremony. It was just the sweetest moment. I don't think it was tears of joy but instead tears of gratefulness. The bride and groom gave a speech thanking their parents for all that they have done. And that was when, the tears start pouring. Being the emotional person that I am when it comes to my family, I find myself in teary eyes. But I was trying hard not to run tears as it would ruin my so expensive make up.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The groom actually sang a chinese love song to the bride. He sang the song 'Forever Love'. At the end of the ceremony, the usual wedding photos were taken.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after the church ceremony we headed to Tai Thong restaurant for the wedding dinner. Yea, they wanted to finish everything in one day. So both sides had their wedding dinner at the same time right after the church ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really sweet. The groom sang 'You are so beautiful to me' to the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wed9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally... ahem... ahem.. I think I deserve to flaunt myself a bit after spending that amount of money on my make up and hair do and not forgetting the dress. So, yea.. pictures of me 'tumpang-ing' glamour during the wedding... ~Weeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wedding5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been almost 2 months since they got married. Some of you close enough to me might know of the struggles that I have been going through in the relationship with my sister. With so much that has happen in the past, I can finally say that right now things have been better. I feel much better already. I guess, she moving into the next phase of her life has helped me to let go of the phase that I was holding on to. And now, I am finally able to release all those hurts. I did not lose a sister. I gain a brother. Things have never been better.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-810050197348787939?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/810050197348787939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=810050197348787939&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/810050197348787939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/810050197348787939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/10/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title='Holy Matrimony'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-4193665388635758164</id><published>2007-10-22T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:18:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just want to apologize for not updating my blog in a very very long time. You are about to see a gazillion pictures... Oklar not that many but still many. So yea be prepared... don't say I didn't warn you... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First event on the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 20th Birthday. Yea I'm old.. sobs.. 2 decades edi... sigh.. Anyhow my birthday celebration was awesome. Thanks to some really special friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homies celebrated my birthday two days earlier. My darling Heidi made me a birthday cake. And guess what, the cake icings and decorations are made out of mush mallows. Not only that, it's blue in color and it has blue butterflies and roses on it... all the things I like.. =)&lt;br /&gt;First time ever, someone bake me a cake for my birthday and she actually spend 3 days making it... =) I was so reluctant to cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really love it. Thanks a lot Heidi.. muaks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My homies (Heidi, John and Gary) bought be a really cute dog soft toy as a birthday present. It's fur is super soft. But I guess Gary love the dog more than I do.. haha.. =p.. That explains why he likes to come into our room and steal the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day some of my friends brought me to Wong Kok Char Chan Teng to celebrate my birthday earlier. Yea, and the restaurant gives out a big cup of drink for the birthday people. My friends managed to persuade the shop people to give me the drink even though my birthday was only the next day. So yea.. WOOHOO... we got ourself a really big cup of teh ais.. yea teh ais..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for dinner John, Heidi, Gary, Jason and Kenny... wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The celebration did not stop there. Past twelve midnight one whole group of CFers intruded my house. I was thinking about the possibility of being birthday bash, but they celebrated it with a birthday cake instead... sweet.. =) I didn't expect to see so many of them, including some of the graduated seniors.. double sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 517px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what, the celebration still did not end there. Some of them were unsatisfied that I didn't get bash. So they decided to bash me up in the toilet. Basically, I guess you should be able to guess what happen. Yea, they showered me.. with my clothes on of cause.. =p They couldn't resist watching me get bash alone. Therefore, in the end they decided to bash each other up as well. So yea, most of us were soak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what's a celebration without balloons... WOOHOO... Yup, Kenny did some balloon sculpturing for us girls.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl... Happieeeeeeee......... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 275px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was an awesome birthday. Three days of celebration, not bad huh? Thanks guys for making my special day so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went down to Malacca to celebrate CF 10th anniversary. Can you believe it, my CF is actually 10 years old already. That's a great achievement for a CF. Heidi, John and I bunked at Gary's place in Malacca. It has been a while I've been thinking of painting my nails black. Therefore, I decided to paint it black and attend the anniversary with gothic nails. And guess what, two sampat guys decided to play along... haha.. Yup Heidi helped painted our nails. So yea, Gary, Kenny and I went with black nails.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 432px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf103.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more pictures ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 785px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 609px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf102.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The usual housemates picture is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we were in Malacca we went to this shop that serves the nicest cake I've ever tasted. But I don't remember the name of the shop.  Mille crepe cake... good stuff. The cake is made out of layers of pancake. So so good. It's a must eat whenever I go down to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cf104.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The trip down to Malacca was great. I can't remember how many times I went down to Malacca this year already. Nice place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ze land of the food....=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming up... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-4193665388635758164?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/4193665388635758164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=4193665388635758164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4193665388635758164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4193665388635758164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-news.html' title='Old news'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-4267588083955569896</id><published>2007-08-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:13:22.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you draw the line between love and lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/PL-90283A-md.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;interesting picture...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-4267588083955569896?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/4267588083955569896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=4267588083955569896&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4267588083955569896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/4267588083955569896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/08/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-6327533771236377781</id><published>2007-07-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:55:29.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My youth had a poolside party 2 weeks ago. It was really, really nice to see so many young, new faces there. I felt kinda old at the party. Guess it's about time for me to move on to the next phase in  life...marriage life.. haha.. of cos not, how I wish.  Didn't really participated much in the party other then being their emcee and their self appointed photographer. There are reasons why I didn't really participated in the party. Firstly, I hurt my finger, yea for those who don't already know, I cut my finger, my thumb to be exact. It was a suicidal attempt, I was trying to do a trial run and see how much blood will actually ooze out if I cut my finger before I actually slit my wrist....&lt;br /&gt;I bet none of you believed what I just said.. la dee dum.. Well what really happen is I was rushing to finish my assignment and when I was cutting a paper, the blade slipped the ruler, then the tragedy happen. I was late for my submission already, what a great time to cut my finger right. Blood started oozing out, a lot, then, Heidi and John came to my rescue. *thank you guys* I'll probably bleed to death if not for them..=p.. Of cos not forgetting Zefi who gave a really good medication that helped my wound heal very quickly. Frankly speaking, I have not bleed that much in a long time. No pictures of the wound to show though. I just couldn't bother to take picture of it. After all, it's an ugly sight, you don't want to see it. So now my thumb is scared. No guy is gonna want to hold my hand... =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya back to the poolside party, yea, because of my wounded thumb, I was afraid to participate with all the games and all so I decided to help them to take pictures instead. Just trying to make myself useful..haha..&lt;br /&gt;The second reason why I did not really participated is because I felt old.. =( I can't believe I'm saying this. Zefi is so going to call me a hypocrite. But can't blame me lar rite, cos I was in a company of high school students, obviously I'm like the 'aunty' there. Anyway, some pictures from the poolside party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/poolside.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday Midnight, some of Gary's course mates and CF people bashed him because it was his birthday. He was bashed with eggs, colgate, chili source, 3 in 1 nestum and milo and don't know what other ingredients. Overall, it was badlar. Well, I guess that is what you'll get for bashing other people up during their birthdays.. they'll take revenge...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/gbirth.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/2-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was also the birthday of my CG member, Kenny. But he managed to escape being bash this time round all thanks to his *ahem* kind and compassionate *ahem* CG leader..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every bashing, we celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/supper.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls all look cute in the picture with all those cute poses, while the guys were...emm... trying their very best to look cute? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/P1110532.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housemates that I love.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how did us housemates celebrated Gary's birthday? Well, we were like asking Gary where he would like to go for dinner to celebrate. Randomly he said let's go Malacca.  Gary wanted to go back to Malacca because his parents forgot about his birthday and so he wanted to go home and &lt;s&gt;make them feel guilty&lt;/s&gt; surprise them. And guess what, we said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ok,let's go'. &lt;/span&gt;So we went on our one day road trip to a small town called Malacca. We arrived in Malacca quite late as we could only leave Cyber after we were done with our CF worship practice. So we reached Malacca about 10p.m. First stop, Gary's house. Then we went for Satay Celup and finally for duck mee and dessert. I managed to get Cendol but it wasn't as nice as I expected it to be. What a let down.  Anyway, we left Malacca about 12 something feeling full and satisfied.. :) Before we left, Gary needed to pump petrol. To kill time while waiting, we did what we know best- camwhoring...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/sampat.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pumping gas and all, we decided to head home to Cyber. On the way back, we did more camwhoring at most of the traffic lights as it so happen to be red light at most time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/group.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off, some random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/melakarendezvous014.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I present you my roomie, the camowhore-Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/1-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us again.. *all smiles*&lt;br /&gt;It was most definitely a great trip. Real short but fun.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-6327533771236377781?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/6327533771236377781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=6327533771236377781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/6327533771236377781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/6327533771236377781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/07/roadtrip.html' title='Roadtrip'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-6121155004753765592</id><published>2007-07-22T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T02:26:42.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/yiwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 272px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/yiwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 years of friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed...&lt;br /&gt;We cried...&lt;br /&gt;We learned...&lt;br /&gt;We grew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends we were...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes...&lt;br /&gt;That was what came between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drifted...&lt;br /&gt;And drifted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes...&lt;br /&gt;It built walls between our friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;I would learn to appreciate you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;I would not let our friendship slip away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;I would try harder to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that things had to be this way...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make it up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;This distance of space that came between us...&lt;br /&gt;Will not pull our friendship even further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you as the guy who :&lt;br /&gt;A- accepts me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;B- believed in me when no one did&lt;br /&gt;C- cares and stands by me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*take good care of yourself while you're there k. will most definitely miss you* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-6121155004753765592?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/6121155004753765592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=6121155004753765592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/6121155004753765592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/6121155004753765592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/07/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1601097016557764605</id><published>2007-07-18T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:30:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very random</title><content type='html'>I thought I was the ultimate fickle person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till I came across people who can be more fickle than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Anne-Indecisive.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1601097016557764605?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1601097016557764605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1601097016557764605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1601097016557764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1601097016557764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-random.html' title='very random'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1745225385755046851</id><published>2007-07-17T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:19:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less</title><content type='html'>relationships changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...family...friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect them to remain the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1745225385755046851?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1745225385755046851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1745225385755046851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1745225385755046851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1745225385755046851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/07/title-less.html' title='title-less'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1925388889862918799</id><published>2007-06-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:34:28.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>For the very first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something I never expected I would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might know what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God was with me through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He amazes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He amazes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't asked for any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He gave me the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He amazes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thank you people who have been praying and supporting me (you know who you are). Your kind words of encouragement really lifted my spirit. Above all, to God be the Glory..=)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 256px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wri101.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stepping into new ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1925388889862918799?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1925388889862918799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1925388889862918799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1925388889862918799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1925388889862918799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-795526509407073881</id><published>2007-06-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:38:05.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally... the long awaited IF Camp pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very special people came to pay us a visit before camp.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/wlmj.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, let's not waste time for grandmother stories and jump to the camp pictures...Weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/camp1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I'm the smallest camp commander that they ever had for IF Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/camp2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thank you to my other co camp commander, Joel Lim. Of cos not forgetting my committee members, both from Cyber and Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thank you for journeying this journey with me. It has been a great experience learning and growing together*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/camp3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thank God for good housemates who never cease to help me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Gary, thank you so much for helping me with the accounts. Now I know that I'm bad at counting.. =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Heidi, thank you for just being there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*John, the little or big things that you do matters to me, and I appreciate it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Jia Wern, I know we're really going to miss you when you really leave Cyber. Hope our time left will be well spend.. =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to say much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-795526509407073881?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/795526509407073881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=795526509407073881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/795526509407073881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/795526509407073881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-camp.html' title='IF Camp'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-5491379494436369984</id><published>2007-06-05T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:17:03.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, my title says it all. It really has been a while since I last updated. Too many things have been happening this past two months. Finally, I'm done and over with my BETA third semester, which is said to be the killer semester for my whole course. I am super duper glad that I've made it through. Once again, I know by the grace of God that sustained me and of cos He brought friends to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little updates on what have been happening this past 2 months, first I went for ISS Night. Guess I could consider this as my first prom ever as my school did not organized any prom back in my high school days. Overall, I would say it was a good event. There's free flow of food which made the guys super duper happy. Other than that, one of the main purpose of going for prom is to look good and take lots and lots of photos, which is exactly what I did. ..=P I shall let the photos speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/issnite7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures of me after getting all dress up with full make up on. I personally liked the red carpet picture, with my beauty queen wave.. *sampat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/issnite8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/issnite6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next on the Event list, my dad's 55th birthday celebration. As it's his 55th, we decided to do it big this time round. Furthermore, is going to be the year that he retires. He decided to make it so big that most of my church members were invited. And guess who else was invited? My four housemates. I totally didn't see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday014.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Mummy dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday145.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday232.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's 'kaki's. These are only part of the guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday163.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake that I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/retirement112.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I made for my Pa so that guest can pen down their wishes. Both my parents didn't managed to make it to university. During my sister's graduation, they tried on the robe and took pictures. So, I decided to place this sentimental picture at the front cover.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/retirement110.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual family picture plus an additional new member to the family.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/retirement028.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/party085.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John dissecting a chicken wing using his canggih tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/party087.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a party without camwhoring.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next event on the list, IF Camp.. stay tune..*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-5491379494436369984?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/5491379494436369984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=5491379494436369984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/5491379494436369984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/5491379494436369984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-4518860559348357779</id><published>2007-04-20T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:59:53.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>The ones closest to me are the ones who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Why do things around me make me feel second best?&lt;br /&gt;My lecturers makes me feel second best&lt;br /&gt;My friends makes me feel second best&lt;br /&gt;My circumstances makes me feel second best&lt;br /&gt;Why must people be so insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;All that they do and say makes me believe even more that I'm just second best&lt;br /&gt;Why have I come to this point where I've let others determine my worth?&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to no longer feel belong&lt;br /&gt;Those lonely moments, what's new about that&lt;br /&gt;It has been that way at the most phase of my life&lt;br /&gt;Often at my lowest point&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell my life story&lt;br /&gt;There would be much tears that would come with it&lt;br /&gt;But would my friends know?&lt;br /&gt;Would they even care to know?&lt;br /&gt;Would they even care to understand?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not&lt;br /&gt;I use to be strong, but now I feel defeated&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I allow God to pull me through those lonely moments like before?&lt;br /&gt;I know Your grace is sufficient to pulled me through&lt;br /&gt;Even as I looked back, I don't really know how I did it&lt;br /&gt;And I know for sure that that is a lifesong I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Yet, so much have been thrown at me&lt;br /&gt;That I find myself drawing away from You&lt;br /&gt;I hate where I am right now&lt;br /&gt;I find myself indulging in self pity&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;How can friends be so close yet so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...the feeling of belonging yet not belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now that I see things clearer than before&lt;br /&gt;I've made the decision to help people find self worth&lt;br /&gt;Not in the eyes of man but in the Eyes of the One who sees the art in us&lt;br /&gt;The same One who has written this lifesong of mine&lt;br /&gt;The same One who has given me my worth&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to brighter days&lt;br /&gt;When I can finally overcome myself&lt;br /&gt;And help others overcome it&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll climb the ladder once again&lt;br /&gt;To where I left off&lt;br /&gt;Though I may bruise and scar along the way&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb back up&lt;br /&gt;And I will make it&lt;br /&gt;I know I WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...the feeling of belonging yet not belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wNbdFiwv1gc/RiiG1uN7FrI/AAAAAAAAABU/LS9svt-yPUc/s1600-h/butterfly_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wNbdFiwv1gc/RiiG1uN7FrI/AAAAAAAAABU/LS9svt-yPUc/s320/butterfly_sm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055438839220999858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Jesus be my reason to live each and everyday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-4518860559348357779?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/4518860559348357779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=4518860559348357779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>Since I have not been updating much (very the extremely busy lar), here are just some random pictures.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       On event matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY came and go... so quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cny001.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Sang...the real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 209px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cny002.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the healthy version of the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients : Carrot, Vege, Chicken, Mushroom and some other healthy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On family matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 232px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/babe.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cutie nephew and cousin sister... what a generation gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 241px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cny077.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful family that I'm thankful for... daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On artistic matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 268px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cny033-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noticed that the flower petals are all different in colour... children are the most creative people that I've known thus far.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friendship matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 391px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC00523.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True friends sticks together.. is UHU strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sampatness matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/bsad089.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-2562294499884323510?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/2562294499884323510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=2562294499884323510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/2562294499884323510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/2562294499884323510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-1532542893612080001</id><published>2007-03-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:12:17.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;busy, busy, busy, when will all this end.... sigh  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-1532542893612080001?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/1532542893612080001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=1532542893612080001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1532542893612080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/1532542893612080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-out.html' title='Time-out!'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-3407324457672532354</id><published>2007-02-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:21:12.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't know I can be such a mama. Must be taking after my dearest Mama Liew. Yesterday was my youth Valentine's fund raising project. We organized a fund raising Valentine dinner for our church couples. Two other youth and I were in charge of babysitting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their kids. So all together we had 3 kids, ranging from the age of 2 to 5 years old. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Thank God it's only 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The reason why we had this babysitting service is so that the couple could enjoy a meal together just like the good old days before the kids came. Well, i find it really strange that for my size they did not bully me where else these two other people babysitting with me who are much taller and bigger than I am got bullied like nobody's business. The way I talk with the kids, play with the kids, persuade the kids to stop crying, mien... I feel such a mama.... Even I get scared of myself... So young yet so mama.. Anyhow, I had a superb time with the kids. So much laughter... only kids have that magical gift to bring laughter for no good reasons.. Plus we managed to do 2 craft work. A bunny and a butterfly, something that the kids could take home with them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hope their parents are pleased)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I'm starting to grow to believe that kids are the most creative people in the world... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a tip:&lt;br /&gt;Balloons are good tool to distract a kid. They'll come in real handy to keep the kids occupied and distracted. Next time, we shall just use the easy way out. Liquor it is...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s- JC Extremers, you guys did a fantastic job. Thank you for being a living testimony. I'm proud of you guys...*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-3407324457672532354?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/3407324457672532354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=3407324457672532354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3407324457672532354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/3407324457672532354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/02/mummy-dearest.html' title='Mummy dearest'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-624302761343325321</id><published>2007-01-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:26:57.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>...the feeling of belonging yet not belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes are windows to new possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i really want to believe it is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-624302761343325321?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/624302761343325321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=624302761343325321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/624302761343325321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/624302761343325321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-8938027116266473692</id><published>2007-01-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:16:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Droplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wNbdFiwv1gc/RbThrSmB8oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UvaNbuhB6E4/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wNbdFiwv1gc/RbThrSmB8oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UvaNbuhB6E4/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022887618266919554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tears are falling again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will the rain ever stop pouring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise You in This Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Casting Crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sure by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God You would have reached down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And wiped our tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And stepped in and saved the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, I say Amen, and it is still raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the thunder rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Your mercy falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God who gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And takes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll Praise You in this storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are who You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every tear I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You hold in Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never left my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will Praise You in this storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stumbled in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You heard my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You raised me up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My strength is almost gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can't find You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lift my eyes into the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where does my help come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My help comes from the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodyb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The maker of heaven and earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-8938027116266473692?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/8938027116266473692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=8938027116266473692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/8938027116266473692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/8938027116266473692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/01/droplets.html' title='Droplets'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wNbdFiwv1gc/RbThrSmB8oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UvaNbuhB6E4/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-591134343052952913</id><published>2007-01-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:21:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Good times Bad times...&lt;br /&gt;...Encouragement Discouragement...&lt;br /&gt;...Passionate Burn...&lt;br /&gt;...Hopeful Doubtful...&lt;br /&gt;...Laughters Tears...&lt;br /&gt;...Joy Pain...&lt;br /&gt;...Building Breaking...&lt;br /&gt;...Proud Disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;...Strong Weak...&lt;br /&gt;...Climb Fall...&lt;br /&gt;...Support Alone...&lt;br /&gt;...Courage Fear...&lt;br /&gt;...Miracle Questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Success Failures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Faith Faithless...&lt;br /&gt;...Beautiful Ugly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are moments I have encountered in the process of being where I am today. I've finally let go of this precious baby that I have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;been caring for for the past 3 years. It has been hard, still is but it is something that must happen, it is bound to happen. No doubt there's so much more that I want to nurture into this baby, to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fall and learn to walk, to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; grow up and stand tall. But the time has come, for me to move on and so I will. I miss every moment spent with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. It's so hard to let go. It's so hard to leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in the arms of some other. I don't know what your future holds, where you will go from here. Will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; conquer lands? Will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; kill giants with slingshots? Will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love the ones in need? Will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feed the hungry and shelter the homeless? All my hopes and dreams for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, I wish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; knew. I believe in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to do great thing, to love God and to love man. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; future is unclear to me but I know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re well taken care of by Abba in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So I thank You Abba for giving me the gift of this baby. It has been tough but I know it's going to be worth it. Where You'll lead me next, the doors that You will open, the adventures that You'll take me through, I'm looking forward to it. So God, this is my desire to be use by You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 251px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/youth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for bringing each of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 332px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/extreme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I really grew spiritually with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Through ups and downs we managed to stay through and of cos pulled through. So I thank you for running this race with me. I salute you for your perseverance in not giving up on me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 596px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/extreme1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though I've passed you to the hands of another, I still love you and please know that I always will. I hope one day you will be part of the hopes and dreams that I had for you or maybe even more. You're in Greater Hands than mine, and I know that for sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-591134343052952913?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/591134343052952913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=591134343052952913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/591134343052952913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/591134343052952913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2007/01/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-7417059572581209807</id><published>2006-11-29T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T03:23:16.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 369px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Lettinggo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I still want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I still want to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I desire for it to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even faster than I expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it all be worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really what God wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the question that I often ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-7417059572581209807?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/7417059572581209807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=7417059572581209807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7417059572581209807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/7417059572581209807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-35258279606410176</id><published>2006-11-24T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:42:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 366px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/hugs.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE POWER OF HUGGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hugging accomplishes many things         that you may never have thought of. It ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- feels good     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yea it certainly does*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dispels loneliness&lt;br /&gt;- overcomes fear    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*assurance of support*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- opens doors to feelings&lt;br /&gt;- builds self-esteem (WOW, SHE actually wants to hug             me!)&lt;br /&gt;- fosters altruism (I can't believe it but I actually             want to hug that old son-of-a-gun)&lt;br /&gt;- slows down aging (huggers stay young longer)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*oh really?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- helps curb appetite (we eat less when we are             nourished by hugs and when our arms are busy wrapped             around others)   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*dieting method?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;More Good Things from Hugging :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        - eases tension&lt;br /&gt;- fights insomnia&lt;br /&gt;- keeps arms and shoulder muscles in condition&lt;br /&gt;- provides stretching exercise if you are short    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*does hugging make me grow taller?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- provides stooping exercise if you are tall&lt;br /&gt;- offers a wholesome alternative to promiscuity&lt;br /&gt;- offers a healthy, safe alternative to alcohol and             other drug abuse (better hugs than drugs!)&lt;br /&gt;- affirms physical being  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*support*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is democratic (anyone is eligible for a hug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even More Benefits from Hugging :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- is ecologically sound (it             does not upset the environment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - is energy-efficient (saves heat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - is portable &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - requires no special equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - demands no special setting (a fine place for a hug             is any place from a doorstep to an executive             conference room ... from a church parlor to a             football field)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - makes happy days happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - imparts feelings of belonging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - fills up empty places in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          - keeps on working to dispense benefits even after             the hug is released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;object height="315" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rz5nLa4NKO4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rz5nLa4NKO4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~give someone a hug today..*wink*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s- hugs for you dearie. I know things have been rough lately, but I know that you'll make it through. It is always good to see you smile again... =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*hugs you tightly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-35258279606410176?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/35258279606410176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=35258279606410176&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/35258279606410176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/35258279606410176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/11/huggies.html' title='huggies'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-116015614523575793</id><published>2006-10-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:52:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L for Lepak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I get to 'lepak' and i mean really lepak after a whole semester. This semester felt super long. Even though I still have 1 more exam paper and MUET exam to sit for, I kind of feel so free already. If you're wondering why, that's because I'm a multimedia designing student. Therefore, my results are course base and not exam base. What made things even better is I've just submited my last photography assignment last Wednesday, which is like a phew~ of relieve. That subject caused me countless worries and sleepless night. With a lecturer that can make my stress level rise to the max, I'm so glad I'm done and over with it. So now..... I still have my DSLR.. wat am I going to do with it? ( No way I'm not giving it to you...=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I finally had a movie marathon with Heidi yesterday. We watch Wicker Park, Crash, Click and 3 episodes of How I met your mother. Chern Liang join in the movie marathon for Crash and Click. It was fun. I miss watching tv. I totally enjoy doing nothing....... ~Weeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew back behind my head that people nowadays enjoy a different kind of lifestyle- smoking, clubbing, sleeping around, drinking, vulgarity, pornography, wild nightlife. Everything become such a norm, that it makes you a freak and a boring person for not practising this lifestyle. I always knew, but all these really hit me for real when I found out that people I know were living this kind of lifestyle, when I say people I know I mean people who I least expect. Call me naive for having such a big reaction about this. Looks can be so deceiving. Even the person with the most innocent face could turn out to be not who he or she appears to be. When I found out stuff like these, I find myself sayin 'I can't believe they are doing _____. Now I know that they are_____ kind of people. ' Needless to say, I realised I was judging those people and it all didn't feet right. Of cos I wasn't please with myself. As I was pondering through, I reflected on how Jesus ate with sinners, and ministered to prostitutes. Jesus did not judge, He loved. He was moved with compassion with what he saw. I shouldn't be judging the lifestyle that my friends were living, I should be move with compassion instead. After realising that, I want to not judge them but instead to be move enough to feel the need and urgency to reach out in love to them. It's like my heart should break knowing that those people out there needs Jesus. I don't doubt that those lifestyle can seem really appealing at times. I find myself struggling to stand by the boundaries that I've set as well. Well that only shows that I'm still human..*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got more to blog on but I gotta sleep already. Going for Wordilicious Investigators tomorrow. So looking forward to it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;-tha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-116015614523575793?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/116015614523575793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=116015614523575793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/116015614523575793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/116015614523575793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/10/l-for-lepak.html' title='L for Lepak'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-115940374343573791</id><published>2006-09-28T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:35:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzle quizle</title><content type='html'>i don't understand how God works.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that some day I will.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-115940374343573791?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/115940374343573791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=115940374343573791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115940374343573791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115940374343573791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/09/puzzle-quizle.html' title='puzzle quizle'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-115771600009167548</id><published>2006-09-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:49:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life that breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are some things in life that will breathe life into us at some point of time. How often we become so comfortable in our so called perfect life and forget about the reality of life. How often we stick closely to our own circle of familiar faces and forget that there are people who cries out for love and acceptence everyday. How often we expect people to live up to our expection and forget that people are still human. How often we put others down to make ourself feel better. How often we overlook little little things in life and forget that great things comes in small packages. How often? Yes. How often? I stand guilty on all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"everyone has a past&lt;/span&gt;". As I reflect on those words, it actually makes more sense to me why people are what they are today. Sometimes I wonder how can one be like this and that, how can one have such attitude, how can one react in such and such a way, how can one have such mindset. But what I've failed to realise is everyone has a past. It might be good, it might be bad. Which ever it is, it builds them to become who they are today. Therefore, before even questioning and falsely judging, I think there is a need to look deeper within before anything should come out of the mouth. After all, everyone is still human with imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this statement somewhere. It goes something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying someone is ugly does not make you prettier"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Saying some one is stupid does not make you smarter"&lt;/span&gt;. Basically it simply means putting some else down does not make you any better. I personally find this statement really true yet still trying to fully embrace it. When pride and envy exist, I think it has a tendency to drive people to say stupid things that are nothing but to tear life down. Overcoming pride is always one hard lesson to be learn. Sometimes you just scream at it so hard to leave but it just chooses to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean to love people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time.Comfort.Building.Giving.Accepting.&lt;br /&gt;Caring.Loving.Hugging.Correcting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much is taken out of you to love people, YET much is also gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop blogging now. My assignments are calling me....&lt;br /&gt;Signing off cheerious~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-115771600009167548?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/115771600009167548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=115771600009167548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115771600009167548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115771600009167548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-that-breathe.html' title='Life that breathe'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-115649505768203457</id><published>2006-08-25T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:51:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 going on .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday come...Birthday go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The older I get, the wiser I become? hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This year I had to celebrate my birthday in Cyber as it lands on a Monday. A pretty quiet one this time round. I didn't expect to feel emo on my birthday... but I was. ..that feeling that I dislike so much...homesick... cos I couldn't be back home celebrating my birthday with my family, the way I usually do every year. My family actually celebrated for me much earlier than the actual day, but I just couldn't enjoy the moment as I was so grip with stress, worries and fears over my assignment. Nevetherless, I thank God for my friends in Cyber who remembered and celebrated it with me... not forgetting the surprise birthday cake...and the prezzies...&lt;br /&gt;You guys definately made my day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you so very muchy... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My prezzies this year:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 607px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/birthday.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some birthday shoutouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Buffday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/augustbaby.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Thank you God for 19 years of faithfulness and many more to come...=)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-115649505768203457?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/115649505768203457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=115649505768203457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115649505768203457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/115649505768203457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/08/19-going-on.html' title='19 going on .....'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-115513973396224646</id><published>2006-08-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:20:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helpless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dependant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole process...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of how i finally came to where I am right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The options that I had to give in to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sense of fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet determine and reluctant all at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be independant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disapointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still dependant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So undeserving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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BIG thanks to those who became my pillar to depend 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title='Me'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114849279011159992</id><published>2006-05-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:48:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been looking at my life, looking at just how blessed I am. The word &lt;em&gt;beautiful &lt;/em&gt;kept coming back to me. Yea, &lt;em&gt;beautiful... &lt;/em&gt;No other better words to describe it... &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; God who thinks I'm precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; family that I can call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; things that I see around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; kids and youth that I can invest my life in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; people I'm surrounded with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; circumstances that I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; love that I can experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; love that I can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the beautiful way people express their love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I think about how &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; all these things really are, I can't help but to smile and be thankful. As I looked at my life, now I see it. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Check out my precious little ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 298px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/sundayschoolkids.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea, you got that right, my sunday school kids. It's been long since I last taught Sunday School. I actually forgot how much I love teaching Sunday School and the satisfaction and joy that it brings.I guess I was too busy with other stuff...until now... yes I'm teaching sunday school this month and it has been great. These little ones give me reason to smile in the midst of my circumstances, in the midst of a gone crazy world, in the midst of hurt and disappointment. Looking at them and their simplicity, innocence and pureness at heart just make you fall in love with them. It's just amazing how spending time with them can make you feel as if your problems are all gone. I guess that's a gift that only children possesed. They are just soooooo &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;. Being with them, never failed to make me smile. I'm so glad that they are part of my life and I am able to invest my life in theirs..... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 285px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/project.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 272px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/project1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Artwork of my kids. Children can have a rather creative mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way the name Jacintha also means &lt;em&gt;Beautiful...=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacintha = Beautiful.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114849279011159992?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114849279011159992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114849279011159992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114849279011159992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114849279011159992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/05/cantik.html' title='Cantik'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114728289305404242</id><published>2006-05-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:56:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Each time I drift away, You will throw me a float and pull me back to safety. But this time round, I drift, and drift, and drift, as if the current were pulling me further, and further from You. I was drowning, yet You allowed it to happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*I want you to learn to swim*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess sometimes each of us just have to learn to swim. God doesn't throw us a float all the time. Sometimes He leaves us without a float, so that we learn to struggle, stretch, kick, and finally learn how to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've allowed distractions to creep into my life, and it literally pulled me further and further from God. Somehow, I couldn't find my way home. I just drifted, and drifted away, as if I couldn't come home. I tried, but I failed. My feelings, my thought, my surroudings, my past was bombarding me with all sorts of things. I knew I was drifting, yet I allowed it to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until now...something happen. I guess it always takes something to happen to bring us back to God. In desperation and in despair when there's no one to turn to, there I find myself running back into the arms of my Father. Even though I'm battling to pulled through, I'm amazed that He use a situation like this to draw me back to Him. I'm glad that at the end of the day, I still remembered that I have a Friend so true who is there for me. No one could understand any better than He does. Even I myself don't understand why. In hurt and disappointment, I proudly say that I'm glad, because I believe that beautiful things is going to come out of this. It's worth the pain and struggle as I begin to learn to swim... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="376" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/tha.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;p/s- For more pictures of my Alpha trip go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heidityj.bravejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://heidityj.bravejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm too lazy to upload..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114728289305404242?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114728289305404242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114728289305404242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114728289305404242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114728289305404242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/05/swimming-lesson.html' title='Swimming Lesson'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114680341233398987</id><published>2006-05-05T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:09:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's Friday, and I'm still in Cyber. Staying back in Cyber till friday isn't always my favourite choice. I have a tendency to feel alone on Fridays. I have nothing to do cos I do not have any classes, and so when I have nothing much to keep me occupied, I have the tendency to feel nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next week will be study break. But it's gonna be a so called study break for me. This is because I have 3 submissions that week and 1 maths quiz. And the following week I'll be having 4 days of back to back exam. This is so fun right? I wonder how will I do...=p.... after all, all i need is to pass this semester because I've already gotten the major that I wanted. Study Break week can be a pretty scary week as many people usually are not their usual self... Extreme Emo-ness, Extreme Manja-ness, Extreme Reactions... Hope that does not happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well my alpha trip to Port Dickson was good. It was relaxing and stress-less. Great bonding session. I gain new friends...got close to some friends. I think I got sunburn too...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not going to blog much about my trip now. Probably on my next post, when I have pictures to show. For an appetizer, here's one pic of me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="400" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/slrcam561.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever seen Jacintha in a sack? Now you have..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114680341233398987?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114680341233398987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114680341233398987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114680341233398987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114680341233398987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/05/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114665135063687099</id><published>2006-05-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:10:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampat-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I'm just one boring, simple girl... =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Are a White Cotton Bra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/white-cotton-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Practical, comfortable, and classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You want your man to feel relaxed and himself with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your perfect guy is low maintenance and adaptable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he makes you feel comfy and cozy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Are Basic Panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/basic-panties.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a laid back chick with a real natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can make unwashed hair and minimal make-up super sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Men tend to notice you show the "real you" - and they appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And while basic makes boring for some, it looks classic on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114665135063687099?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114665135063687099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114665135063687099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114665135063687099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114665135063687099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/05/sampat-ness.html' title='Sampat-ness'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114595723465752021</id><published>2006-04-25T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:11:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Easter Event Pixie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="380" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/ee05054.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marina (Me) and Kelly (Celine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="390" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/ee05113.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vincent (Jason) and Kelly (Celine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="255" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0137.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Danielle (Audrey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="386" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/ee05057.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joe (John) and Marina (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="708" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0118.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kevin (Daniel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="706" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0160.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="393" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0267.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The awesome dancers (Audrey, Esther, Rachel, Ming Chu, Siew Wee, Beatrice and Kelly)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="337" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/fbbe.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="394" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/ee05139.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="368" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/P4040258.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jowen and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="452" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0344.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The banner my youth made for me. If you can't read it, it says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"JAC UR D Best! We love U- JCX^3" ...awwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="453" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/DSC_0434.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me with pick-up-sticks on BBQ Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114595723465752021?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114595723465752021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114595723465752021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114595723465752021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114595723465752021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/04/pixie.html' title='Pixie'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114466421948629678</id><published>2006-04-10T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:11:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detached</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm feeling detached from my world...&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go home...&lt;br /&gt;Embraced me with open arms...&lt;br /&gt;Bring life back into my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;COME HOME RUNNING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Chris Tomlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh heart of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why must you stray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From one so fair you run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And one more time you have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The heaviness of needless shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh heart of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been too long out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And He's been there all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching for you down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So come home running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His arms are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His name is Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He understands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So come home running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh child of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So dearly loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And ransomed by the Savior's blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And called by name, "daughter" and "son"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wrapped in the robe of righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114466421948629678?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114466421948629678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114466421948629678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114466421948629678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114466421948629678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/04/detached.html' title='Detached'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114460255838998810</id><published>2006-04-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:12:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where is the passion?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the fire?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the heart?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lose them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I believe?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I expect?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I rejoice?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel nothing?&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is all I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does what I feel matters in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Don't feelings changes like the wind?&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm here, One minute I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Am I that looking forward to moving on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up believing?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up clinging?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up hope?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up the impossible?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up that vision?&lt;br /&gt;Have I? Have I? Have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In need of a BREAKTHROUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come through for me God, come through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114460255838998810?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114460255838998810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114460255838998810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114460255838998810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114460255838998810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/04/nil.html' title='nil'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114420919966352246</id><published>2006-04-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:15:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Easter Event Night Event was AWESOME......Yay! During full rehearsals, the flow of the whole play was still in a mess. But the real thing ROCKS man...hehe... *2 thumbs up*... The cast were all really into their character, right facial expression (no sudden smiling Jason), right hand gestures, right dialogues...ummm... well not all the right dialogues, but I guess we covered it well... the dancers were great, the band excellent, the ushers super duper professional and hospitable, the backstage people, sound people, lighting people and the video people were all swift at their role and not forgetting the EE committees...~Weeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Good job!! I'm so proud of you guys.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My family came to watch the PLAY( my dad, my mum, my sista and my future bro-in-law)~Weeeee.... I'm glad that I am able to do something that they can actually be proud of. My sister sms me that night saying that she was proud of me...*wipes tears* But I know for sure that they would still be very proud of me with or without the PLAY. Not forgetting, my youth leaders( Gary and Jackie), my youths (Desmond, Jasmine, Lawrence and Belinda) and of cos Aunty Serena and Aunty Susan. Guess wat, they made me a banner with my name on it....awwwww... that's so sweet. It wasn't the nicest banner of all, but it meant so much to me... I'm just sooooo blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Thank you so much for coming and supporting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I also managed to meet some people from Malacca campus that night. I'm looking forward to IF Camp...~Weeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being a part of Easter Event has been an amazing journey for me, from being in the planning committee to one of the cast of the PLAY. I was busy, really busy juggling between my church ministries, Easter Event and my assignments and tired, absolutely tired, but it was all worth while. I realised that EE has helped me bond closer with people-my EE committees, my other cast, my CF people. I've grow to love and respect some of them even more. The values that they hold on to, their priorities in life and their commitment towards God has really been and inspiration to me. I'm so glad that God has surrounded me with people who builds my life and believed in me. This journey has thought me to love people and give more. I'm no longer the 'Marina' that I was acting as in the PLAY. I've learned more on the art of giving, to give more out of myself. I'm going to miss all the EE meetings and drama practices... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well today, I'm filled with gratefulness. That's the first thing that came to me when I woke up. I'm just so blessed. So undeserving, yet my Papa in Heaven chose to give. I cannot understand why, and I cannot contain it anymore. It's like countless overflowing blessings that I don't deserve. He is so gracious to give to a person like me. &lt;em&gt;Why God? Why? I cannot understand.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You for laying Your life down for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blessings that You've given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;doors that has been open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;riends that You've brought me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;providence that You have showered me with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the &lt;strong&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;family that You have given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You God for the money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes thank You so much for the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I know that my thank You's are never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will post up some Easter Event picture soon....~Weeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114420919966352246?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114420919966352246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114420919966352246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114420919966352246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114420919966352246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/04/eeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='EEeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114329762946574402</id><published>2006-03-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:40:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blek*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Reaching out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hold my hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Walk with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm scared to walk alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114329762946574402?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114329762946574402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114329762946574402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114329762946574402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114329762946574402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/03/blek.html' title='*blek*'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114296572515963321</id><published>2006-03-22T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:46:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Reminders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Why reminders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maybe cos I never really put thought into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Pushing it aside and moving all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;All of a sudden reality strikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No I'm not being ignorant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I can't deny the impact that it has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I can't deny the damage that it has done to the people I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But I hope it is for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I used to admire you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But this happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Do I still admire you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Am I still able to motivate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Am I still able to support you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As if nothing had ever happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But reminders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Has been flickering on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Disappointment? Anger? Unforgiveness? Hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Do I feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maybe... I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yes I'm afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm skeptical about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Two years have gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Was it all in vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What does this year promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Is this breakthrough ever going to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hoping, Praying, Believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God, let it come to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God please help me rise above my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My fears, my doubts, my circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Show me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That I still can be the motivation force &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That dynamites into people's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I won't let what had happen to stop me from fighting on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The battle is not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Give me the strength to forgive and believe once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Give me the ability to see &lt;em&gt;beauty in the midst of imperfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Let not the passion and burden die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No it's NOT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114296572515963321?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114296572515963321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114296572515963321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114296572515963321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114296572515963321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/03/reminder_22.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114257988941035664</id><published>2006-03-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:18:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Deprived of sleep again...sigh.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;List of current assignments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1)  Design Fundamental- Modeling with plastisin..Woohoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                                            &lt;em&gt;*chilhood memories.....awwww*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2) Computer Graphics- Short video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                                          &lt;em&gt;*cool... cool...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3) English - Greeting card with a poem...double Woohoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                    &lt;em&gt;  *but waste money, waste time, learn no English*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                  - Mini Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;*not so mini after all*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4) Media Culture- Some defination?Some essay? some picture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                              &lt;em&gt;   *Lost on what I'm suppose to do...bleh..*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5) Secret Mission- Something BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                                &lt;em&gt; *Really looking forward to it....Weeeeeeee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114257988941035664?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114257988941035664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114257988941035664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114257988941035664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114257988941035664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114161374998690459</id><published>2006-03-06T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:26:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-a-n-a-n-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What's with me and bananas these days? Hmmm.... pretty bored of it already actually. Well for the pass 2 weeks, that had become my subject matter for my Design Fundamental assignment- a bunch of banana, banana skin, inside of banana, simplified banana, exagerated banana, distorted banana... I wonder what other aspect of banana I've missed out. Because of this assignment, I've made my family eat bananas for the past 2 weeks....*blek*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about banana. Come to think about it, I'm sorta a banana as well, yellow on the outside white on the inside. Although I can understand a little sum of Chinese, but conversing vice I can be rather hopeless. And sadly, recently I found out that in some ways I was misjudged for being a banana. Well, now I know the existence of people who has the perception that I view myself as one class higher than chinese educated people. Just because I don't talk that much to people who speaks Chinese, I give them the impression that I'm unsocialble and reserved only to my own kind. What justice does this do to me? I don't speak that much because I can't convey well in Chinese, NOT because I think that I'm better than them. I don't want to start blabling all the Chinese words with funny little rhythms and make a fool out of myself. Sad to know this was how some people thought about me. Now, I've tried conversing a little bit more in Chinese when I feel like it.... not perfect but at least I tried....*blek* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe this is God's way of preparing me to get into the Chinese Ministry in church. What had happen actually urged me to speak more chinese. Maybe, just maybe one of these days, I will be able to have a decent conversation with all the aunties and uncles in chinese church. Having a heart is one thing, having the ability to relate to the people is another. So, maybe this is one way God is preparing me for a deeper work in the Chinese Ministry and I'm looking forward to it....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now someone please tell me, Is it wrong to be a b-a-n-a-n-a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114161374998690459?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114161374998690459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114161374998690459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114161374998690459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114161374998690459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/03/b-n-n.html' title='B-a-n-a-n-a'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114094961890551470</id><published>2006-02-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:00:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 463px" height="448" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/safeingod.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HE WILL CARRY YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(Scott Wesley Brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is no problem too big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God cannot solve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is no mountain too tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He cannot move it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is no storm too dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God cannot calm it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is no sorrow too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;he cannot soothe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chorus :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Upon His shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know my brother that He will carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Upon His shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know my sisters that He will carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bridge :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He said "Come unto Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;all who are weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I will give you rest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know my God will carry me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Safe in His Loving Hands.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114094961890551470?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114094961890551470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114094961890551470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114094961890551470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114094961890551470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/02/safe.html' title='Safe'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114051251208892268</id><published>2006-02-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:12:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here are some random thoughts of my frens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys = Tonnes of Headache -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sharylynna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(I guess so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys = Past time -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Osheenn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(Sounds good to me...=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys are bad, Girls are evil -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wee Liem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(Hmmm.... we shall see about that...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Platonic relationship is good...*blek*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jacintha Loke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(Great friendship comes out of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okie, some people are going to stone me after reading this post...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114051251208892268?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114051251208892268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114051251208892268&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114051251208892268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114051251208892268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/02/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-114006227705468652</id><published>2006-02-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:44:45.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2 days ago- Valentine Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As i'm unattached, I didn't really get into all those lovey-dovey mood. It was just any other day for me. It didn't really bother me that day that I was still unattach, it didn't bother me that I have no flowers or presents or cards or whatever. Least expected someone really dear send me a picture of me gazing into thin air with some encouraging words on it- what a nice Valentine gift..*wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="498" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/foryou.jpg" width="582" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Work of the lovely Audrey Tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ain't it&lt;em&gt; beautiful&lt;/em&gt;? (not talking about me)&lt;not&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway, I made some girls happy on Valentine Day. Why? That's becos my youth came out with a fund raising project. We made flowers out of Hersheys chocolate, really really sweet. Definately much worth it compare to real flowers which dies in 3 days time. And so, I became the messenger to deliver flowers...what a way to celebrate Valentine rite? Helping guys to make girls happy...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="408" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture15.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Red bouquet of Hersheys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="577" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture14.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My huge bear posing with different colours bouquet of Hersheys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="414" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture18.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;More bouquet of Hersheys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="560" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture17.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is the one I like the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;precious&lt;/em&gt; white bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;with my favourite bouquet colour-blue..~Weeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-114006227705468652?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/114006227705468652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=114006227705468652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114006227705468652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/114006227705468652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113915789260868766</id><published>2006-02-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:56:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in Brokeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Another 3 weeks of holiday have gone by. How do i rate it...ummm... 7 maybe... Managed to do some stuff that I don't usually get to do during sems. Well I tried baking once again, this time round some turn out better than before and some turn out worst than before... what to do, guess I memang tak ada skills at this...sigh... Anyway it was just to pass time, and my family became the guinea pigs of my 'product'. I got some beauty sleep, yeah slept like a baby. Oh yeah not forgetting watch some DVD's too- Perhaps Love, The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, The Barber Shop, Herbie, Mr and Mrs Smith and I completed my Desperate Housewives...yay..finally!! After so long I'm glad I finally lay my hands on the piano again this holiday. Guess I was just so busy or maybe lazy to practise... that's why a little karat already. Need to brush up. Playing for Chinese Service in church today was good. I don't know why I really like serving in the Chinese Department. It's not like I understand much Chinese and not like my piano skills are super good, but I guess it's because I see the need in the Chinese Department and their lack, and I feel satisfied just to give, even with the little that I have. This holiday I also made myself practise Photoshop. This is what I managed to produce - My Own Wallpaper. Yeah it's a little girly and childish, but who cares as long as I like it and I'm satisfied with it...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="1245" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/me2u.jpg" width="1656" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The last week of my holiday was a pretty emotional one. Had so many emotional breakdowns till I can't remember how many. But I'm really glad that it's time like these that I really really spend quality time with God, being desperate and transparent before Him. I like this two sentecnce, created by yours truly...inspired maybe..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He looked beyond my eyes, and saw by tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He looked beyond my smile, and saw my brokeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That's what I am broken on the inside...bundle up with past hurts, failures, disappointments... things that I didn't know had left a scar on my heart because I think I never really dealt with them, just took the easy way out, not thinking about it and moving on with life. But I guess there will come a point of time where all these will be thrown back at you if they're left undealt. I feel that God is doing an inner healing in my brokeness. And now I realised something, despite being transparent with God, admiting my brokeness and frailty, the hurts, failures and disappointment doesn't disappear immediately , it is something that happens gradually. And the beauty of it comes in the process of that healing till its completion. God has been showing, teaching, and correcting me. Experincing changes in my life now, and I believe that God is at work, not immediate changes but the process of it is just beautiful. I'm thankful, simply thankful to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God saw my brokeness and made it His&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I love You Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113915789260868766?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113915789260868766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113915789260868766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113915789260868766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113915789260868766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-in-brokeness.html' title='Beauty in Brokeness'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113889059247069859</id><published>2006-02-02T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:34:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand i don’t understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...but i know i did the best i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...i guess sometimes my best ain't good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...be thankful Jacintha, be thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...you don't have to understand why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...but i want to...sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113889059247069859?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113889059247069859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113889059247069859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113889059247069859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113889059247069859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113837904803182631</id><published>2006-01-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:24:08.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(\_/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(='.'=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;('')_('')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*SECURITY*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;comes from understanding what it means to be in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*SIGNIFICANCE*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;comes from understanding that the christian walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Is not me being &lt;em&gt;sombody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's not me being &lt;em&gt;famous,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's not me being &lt;em&gt;great,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's Jesus being Himself in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-Darrell Scott-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113837904803182631?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113837904803182631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113837904803182631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113837904803182631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113837904803182631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-worth.html' title='self-worth'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113801067142109977</id><published>2006-01-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:50:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;why do i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a sense of burden in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;was it distractions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;was it walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;was it uncertainties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;how i long to run into Your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but I seem far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i tried running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the walls seem to hinder me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;as though many blocks were place in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;reaching, still reaching for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I miss You..... dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;maybe i don't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;where do I go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;after all that had happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;do i stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;do i leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;do i pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i still stand in the grey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;what's beyond me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;did i choose to be ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to what i've seen and heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;did i choose to believe that there's still hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;in the midst of imperfection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i still stand in the grey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i stand clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;at what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;in need of directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;in need of answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;in need of confirmations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i still stand in the grey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yes You said it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;be Watchful and Prayerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;be my eyes when I cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;be my Only Source that I rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;give me eyes to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;give me a heart to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i don't want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to stand in the grey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...any longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113801067142109977?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113801067142109977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113801067142109977&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113801067142109977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113801067142109977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-grey.html' title='In the grey'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113682757549795302</id><published>2006-01-10T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:35:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;These are my final work for my 2nd sem.....~Weeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Design Fundamental&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="525" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/feminineme1.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminine&lt;/strong&gt; or scary?&lt;/em&gt; (painted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Computer Graphics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/nurseryrhyme1.jpg" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacintha's version of &lt;strong&gt;'Three Blind Mice'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (photoshop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113682757549795302?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113682757549795302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113682757549795302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113682757549795302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113682757549795302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/01/outcome.html' title='Outcome'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113634898339312269</id><published>2006-01-04T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T12:29:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="354" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/baby5copy.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I like this picture A LOT.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It speaks of Comfort.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It reminds me of ME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Being small and insignificant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Weak and fragile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But being held by the Loving Hands of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm reminder once again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To just take comfort....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To just take rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To just take peace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cause I'm safe and secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In the Hands of my Loving Papa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113634898339312269?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113634898339312269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113634898339312269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113634898339312269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113634898339312269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2006/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113601804314404417</id><published>2005-12-31T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:34:03.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's the last day of year 2005. Another year has gone by, so fast, so quickly, just a blink of an eye. So as I usher into year 2006, it's time to do some reflection on what has happen throughout the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What happen in year 2005 :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1)   I work for about 4 months in my mum's office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2)   Gotten into MMU- the course that took so much out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3)   Went for youth camp in Port Dickson-God's provision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4)   Bless with a whole bunch of new friends in uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5)   Went bowling for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;6)   Went ice-skating for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;7)   Went for my first mission trip in Cameron Highland-eye opener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;8)   Survived through FCM for 2 sems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;9)   Got my own PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;10) Got my first BIG teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;11) Became an Easter Event committee- sexytary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;12)  Went for Planet Shakers concert- the original band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;13)  Saw Guy Sebastian live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;14)  My mentor came back for a surprise visit...* surprise surprise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;15)  Bought my dad a handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;16)  Broke a guy's heart...&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;17)  Celebrated Christmas with people back at home and people in Cyber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;18)  Nearly burn down someone's house due to my unskillful cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Things I've learn in year 2005 :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1)  To include God in every situation- PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2)  To be humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3)  To be willing to put aside all differences, to be willing to give up comfort, to be willing to get my hands dirty and to be willing to love people the way they are all because I love Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4)  To draw a line between caring too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5)  To keep my standards high even when the level of peer pressure is high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The coming year..... I wonder what lies ahead...... As for now, I have no sense of direction....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Goodbye year 2005, Hello year 2006'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113601804314404417?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113601804314404417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113601804314404417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113601804314404417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113601804314404417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113579693218880573</id><published>2005-12-29T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T03:14:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!!! How can I not blog on my Christmas? Going to do a quick one...Weeeee~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had a busy, busy, busy Christmas this year... Christmas shopping, Assignments, Caroling Practices, Dance practises.... man.... practically busy, busy, busy every single weekend. I only managed to wrap my presents the day before Christmas...madness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Really missed all the past Christmas I had, more time for everything... to bake, to make cards and bookmarks, to wrap presents, to go christmas shopping, to spend time in church, to spend time with people... all the things I miss.... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I dun want to make this an emo post, so gonna maintain the Christmas spirit. Despite the business, I was quite hype up this year, excited and all... was like one of the noisy ones in church.. as usual...haha... We had a children Christmas party a week before Christmas. The day before the party things were pretty unorganized. But thank God on the actual day, things went smoothly. I was asked to lead worship for the party again this year. I decided to get amateur and new musicians this time, and it turn out great. My musicians were great, especially the guitarist who was playing for the very first time. I had lots of fun worship leading, especially with kids.... singing songs with all kinds of actions....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I remember this little girl in particular. After I worship lead, she came up to me and said 'merry christmas' and gave me a kiss on both cheeks. I was caught by surprise, but it felt really good... Kids do surprise you...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On Christmas day, my youth came out with a production. The drama was excellent.. *2 thumbs up* Good effort from all the youth in such a short time. At the end of the drama, we had a dance and I was one of the dances. I finally dance again after so long. Never really like dancing compared to acting. Not graceful enough...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Later after Christmas service we went to Yi Wen's haven for a small youth Christmas gathering. It was fun, fun, fun... Got a lil doggy from him... YAY! Another doggy to accompany me in hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Before I forget, this is something a beautiful friend said to me. I was going through some rough time a couple of weeks back. And this friend said the most beautiful thing a friend could say to me. She simply said ' Whatever your decision is, I will support you through'...*wipes tears*....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Thank you my beautiful friend....Heidi*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113579693218880573?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113579693218880573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113579693218880573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113579693218880573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113579693218880573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-back-in-time.html' title='Going back in time'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113576541264906950</id><published>2005-12-28T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:21:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's been long since I last updated. Gonna do a quick recap of whatever that had happened for the past few weeks...*wink wink*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Three weeks ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had a painting assignment called warm and cool colours. My painting skill as far as I know is BAD... I CANNOT paint... more like I hardly explore on my painting skills. Got no confident in it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First painting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="415" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture102.jpg" width="534" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Try guessing what am I painting... ???&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a sunset painting. But it looks NOTHING like a sunset painting... just a piece of who knows what...haha.. But I took about 4 hours to complete this 'ugly' painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was disturb with the result of my first painting. I knew that if I were to submit this painting, 80% surely to be REJECTED!! I became so desperate and worried. My only answer was prayer, and so I did... I pray and pray... Told God "I dun have the ability to draw, to paint, and I dunno how but I need You to help me. Please give me the ability"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After praying I decided to paint a different picture.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Second painting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is what happens when God holds your hand and paint....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="424" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/IMG_3971.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cool Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/IMG_3970.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Warm Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God blew my mind away once again. Truly I believe it was God holding my hand and paint. Until today, I dunno how did I get the ability to paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*Thank You Jesus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two weeks ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had a grafiti assignment to do. I was suppose to design my name, but I menciplakkan some other people's grafiti...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*Thank you Jia Wern for the Grafiti... it's Beautiful*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;First painting :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="404" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Picture104.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REJECTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This grafiti got REJECTED because I used white and black colour in it. I didn't know I was not allow to use black and white. Stayed up till really late to get this done, only to get it rejected within seconds...sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Second painting :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="370" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/grafiti.jpg" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="445" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/grafiti1.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Painting this nearly make me go crazy. It almost made me hate the colour blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One week ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was suppose to do an in class assignment which was a landscape painting based on an actual landscape. We were given about 3 hours to paint and were suppose to submit it by the end of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="665" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Mountain3.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Original landscape picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*Thank you Wee Liem and Audrey for sending me so many landscape pictures willingly although it was so late at night already... I really appreciate it... =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="349" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/lanscape.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Throughout these pass few weeks, I still see God's Grace and Favor upon my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Can't thank Him enough.... Can't repay Him enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thank you Papa in Heaven for EVERYTHING. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for making me Your Princess*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113576541264906950?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113576541264906950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113576541264906950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113576541264906950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113576541264906950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113409209390614404</id><published>2005-12-09T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:46:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the Heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Going home in a while time. Another week has gone by, a week filled with diffrent feelings and emotions surpress in me. Well, I finally managed to pick up my Bible and look to God in prayer. Maybe going home for the weekend would help me take my mind off things, to let go of things, to let time heal, maybe... just maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGHTEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In the midst of all my troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When I have nowhere to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jesus, I have You to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When I'm drowning in dis heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I just can't help but cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jesus, in You I rely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For You are BIGGER than my mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;GREATER than my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And You are ALWAYS here beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Always here to catch my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You surround me with Your pressence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fill me with Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In my darkness Lord, You shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;BRIGHTEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's Your love that keeps me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's Your love that pulls me thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And there's nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That can take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;From You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Yi Wen, you gotta sing this song to me again, I can't quite remember how it goes. Anyway am looking forward to hear your next song...*bearhugz*~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-tha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113409209390614404?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113409209390614404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113409209390614404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113409209390614404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113409209390614404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the Heart is'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113403665001156547</id><published>2005-12-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:07:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Why do I feel like I've left God out of my life these few days? Maybe I have. My mind is preoccupied with things that I shouldn't be concentrating on. I find it hard to even pick up my Bible to read. When I pray I dozed off. How could I do this to God, worry and take matters into my own hands, after all that He has given me? Why Jacintha? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~God I dunno why... I'm sorry.... I'm sorry that I made You feel as though I don't need You anymore~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It hurts me to hurt the ones I care about, but &lt;em&gt;'sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind'.&lt;/em&gt; Well I hope all turns out well..... sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-tha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113403665001156547?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113403665001156547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113403665001156547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113403665001156547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113403665001156547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/distracted.html' title='Distracted'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113337050354560572</id><published>2005-12-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:13:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We totally caught Heidi with surprise yesterday... Her boyfriend and I 'conspire' against her... In the afternoon I turn off my handphone as I was charging it, and her boyfriend left me 5 miss calls and 1 voice message. I was so surprised that he call me cause I have not met him before. All I know is he exist and he knows I exist. Anyway he told me he wanted to surprise her cause the next day is a VERY special day to them... yeah it's their anniversary. Oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;His mission : To get to MMU Cyberjaya before 12a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My mission : To keep Heidi awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He failed his mission, however i suceeded....haha... He arrived in MMU at about 12.30a.m... but couldn't blame him cause he hasn't been to MMU before. And as for me, I managed to keep Heidi busy till he arrived. When I knew what Heidi's boyfriend was planning to do for her, I thought I was going to grin with envy. However it didn't turn out that way. The look on Heidi's face when she saw him and the dozen of roses made me felt really really happy for them, more like for her. Heidi has been telling me about the communication breakdown that they had been facing, and it's really good to see Heidi being happy and proud of her relationship once again. If I would say, I think that this &lt;em&gt;Surprise&lt;/em&gt; went sucessfully, everything just fall into place. Actually I was sot of killing two birds with one stone. I wanted to help her boyfriend surprise her and I also needed to talk to her about some stuff. So I used that an hour plus while waiting for her boyfriend to arrive to have a heart to heart talk with her. And it was great...*as usual*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*You're great Heidi, I know I can count on you. I felt much better telling you all the stuff that I never told you before. Well now you know, so Sssshhhh.....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well I've been having some thought of changing course cause '&lt;em&gt;I CAN'T DRAW'...&lt;/em&gt; sob sob... Been praying about it. I'm so thankful and amazed at how God just send people to guide me, convince me, assure me.... So comforting to know that God is still holding my future in His Hands. It's scary to gazed into the unknown future, but I believe that God has still great plans instore, I should stop worrying about the future and trust God. You are right my fren (you know who you are), there are 2 constant..... God's plan and Time... sometimes we fall out of God's plan, but by God's grace we are able to fall back in.... Yes the two straight lines...=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* TQ for your time, it has been great knowing you*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's coming to an end of another year. Time to do some reflection, just what I have been doing. I'm soooooo blessed.... I'm so pampered by God this year.... Everything was well provided by Him... I truly feel it has been God's grace and favor upon my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Everlasting love to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Constant favor upon my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Grace that looks beyond my ugliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Strength to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Forgiving arms that carries me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Your Comfort that counts my tears precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for the many Friends You brought my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for the time of Quietness with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Teaching and Reminding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You for Pampering me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thank You, I thank You, I thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And most of all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I LOVE YOU....*bearhugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-tha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113337050354560572?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113337050354560572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113337050354560572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113337050354560572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113337050354560572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/12/pampered.html' title='Pampered'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113267867318725052</id><published>2005-11-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:34:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="198" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/Love-from-above_sm.gif" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~FIRST LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;First Love, my First Love &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lord my heart longs after You&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;First Love, my First Love&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want my heart to stay so True&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Because You First Love me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jesus You will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You will always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My First Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113267867318725052?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113267867318725052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113267867318725052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113267867318725052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113267867318725052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113222149123196276</id><published>2005-11-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:48:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;First week back in Cyber after 5 weeks of holiday. Coming back was a little tough for me again. Those 5 weeks of break, being home with my family, spending more time with my church friends made things even harder for me. I became passionate for my youth group once again. It’s been a long time since I really felt excited about serving in the youth, more like since I gotten into MMU I got too preoccupied with my life over here, CF, assignments, new friends…. neglected some things back there…. personally I find this hard on myself too… I feel the weight of balancing two different lives, each with different focus, priorities, responsibilities and even friends. However I'm still surviving through by God's grace although I do break down from time to time. First week of 2nd sem was a lil hard for me... coming back here made me feel compared once again. Looking around me, and seeing how much knowledge and talents my other coursemates have makes me wonder if I will survive through this course. How I wish God would just send people to help me through...... Starting this sem, 4 to 5 people came to me and told me that I don't look as happy as I used to be...... Do I??? I see myself as being the same. What do people see about me that I don't see about myself? I wonder........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've been recalling flashes of past hurts, hurt so badly that I feel so afraid of being hurt once again by the same person... I'm afraid of being close with this person again, cause when I choose to care, I find myself getting hurt once again. Maybe I should stay distance... I don't want to be blame for whatever that turns out wrong. I don't want the impact of my words and actions to break you, I never intended it that way.... I don't want to be expected to be perfect cause I'm not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Things that has been happening lately made me question myself &lt;em&gt;'Do I care too much about&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;people? Do I overdo caring about the opposite sex?'&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes I just don't know when enough is enough. I need to draw the line on how far I should care for a person especially the opposite sex. But I thank God that I am still able to keep my stands eventhough I'm tempted not to sometimes. Thank God for wisdom.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Living a modest life in purity~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113222149123196276?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113222149123196276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113222149123196276&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113222149123196276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113222149123196276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113155590823361545</id><published>2005-11-10T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:10:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;To the 3 person I care dearly about&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;How should i start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry, Sorry, I'm Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making you stay on, and at last I didn't needed your help after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making you sleep late again, you did not told me you had homework to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for all the inconvenience I brought you, eventhough I know you did it willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for caring less about your health.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry, Sorry, I'm Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for forgetting to call, I deserve to be scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry you couldn't get me on my handphone, it's all DIGI's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making you angry, I know you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making your boyfriend angry, I know he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry, Sorry, I'm Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making you sit behind, I know you wanted to be at the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, I know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for putting you in a position to see all this, I wish things could have been better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry for being speechless, but you were so understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~Sorry for everything and Thank You for everything~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113155590823361545?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113155590823361545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113155590823361545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113155590823361545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113155590823361545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113075862039771843</id><published>2005-10-31T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:40:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-mazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had a great weekend I would say, yet it was so tiring... Went shopping on Saturday with my parents, then rushed all the way back to attend a dinner. I haven't been attending any grand dinner for ages. Grace Church Banting was having a fund raising cum anniversary dinner. My church got a table, but the youth fund came out half of the cost of the table. So my youth committee went for the dinner together with my Pastor. The good part about the dinner was we got a table right in front of the stage. This is because my Pastor and the other church's Pastor knows each other. It was cool as I got to see Altered Frequency and Patrick Leong perform live. Totally cool. Now left Juwita Suwito only, really want to see her perform if I ever had a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, Sunday, I went to 'Boaz Home' with my youth after main service. 'Boaz Home' is a home for special people. We were expecting to see children there, but when we went there, guess what, most of them were adults. Although they are adults, they have children mentality and some of them lives in their own world. It was truly a challenge for the youth. They didn't really felt that comfortable being there in the beginning. But as me, I was kind of glad that we chose to go there. It was truly an eye-opener for the youth and I really wanted them to watch and learn. Although they didn't like it in the beginning, things got better later. We ate with them, sang some songs, played some games and did a puppet show. The games part was challenging, yet it was really good. One or two youth were assigned to each 'kids' there, and their role is to guide them throughout the game. There was this 13 year old boy there who is hyper active. He goes around disturbing people, throwing their spectacles around, pulling peoples' ears, kicking people... I myself got kick by him a couple of times. I'm so amazed and proud of the youth for being so patience to deal with these people. On the way back, I spoke to some of the gals, they said they learn something..... so happy... great and succesful trip- much to learn and much to be thankful for. I'm Sooooo PROUD of you guys.....=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="417" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/boazhome.jpg" width="535" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we went to Glad Tidings for a concert by Paradise church featuring Guy Sebastian. It was kewl... I'm a fan of Guy, so it was good to see him live for the first time, what more worshipping God. And my Pastor made me grin with envy....he'll be having meal with Guy... yeah he knows Guy's family. &lt;em&gt;Can I tag along&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been teaching me so much about humbleness through others. Ever since the mission trip till now Boaz Home.... I've seen and I'm challenge. I begin questioning myself so many times 'Am I WILLING?' That's right, am I willing to go that extra mile to do it? Still learning about humbleness but not quite there yet. God has showed me much. If I don't learn anything from what I've seen, that's really disappointing to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Still learning, please show me more God'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113075862039771843?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113075862039771843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113075862039771843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113075862039771843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113075862039771843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/10/mazing.html' title='A-mazing'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-113034789057228179</id><published>2005-10-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:44:57.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*rotting*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Holiday... Oh holiday... Let's recap what I've done for the past few days...hmmm... television, sleep, television, eat, television, onlining, television, sunday school planning, television, lepaking, television, mamaking, television, television and again television and more television. The &lt;em&gt;'idiot box'&lt;/em&gt; and I have became bestfriends once again...WOOHOO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At least this holiday I got to spend some time with some of my old school buddies. We went ice-skating...yeah you got that right...'ICE-SKATING'. I wasn't very keen of the whole idea as I can't skate, but my friend persuaded me until i couldn't even say no...He was like "I don't care, I'll come and pick you up at 10.30".... and so I went and it turn out...umm... better than what I expected, I didn't fall...thanks to my friend who was holding on to me.. the only problem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MY LEGS HURT....sigh... so not use to the skating shoes... Little children were skating so well, I buat malu only being in the ring with them... So, would I go again? Probally... depends who I'll be going with... preferably people who knows how to skate and could catch me when I fall...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As time passes and as I begin to reflect back, I realised that actually I've learn way much more than what I thought I've learn through the mission trip. This trip has really make me into a better person for Christ. Now, I've learn to be more watchful of my surrounding as I've learn that there's a lot to learn from the people around when we just watch. As I begin watching too, I begin to see needs... now it's my turn to do something about the needs that I see.... But how?? I see my friends slipping away from God because God haven't been real to them, prayers haven't been answer, relationships have been breaking down... How can I make them know that God is still in control and that God still loves them? It breaks my heart to see them slip. It's hard to realize it yet not being able to do much about it. I feel that I've to do something....but what.... encourage? Did it. But does words really heals everything. Probably I should spend more time with them, listening to them, loving them. Then why aren't I doing so.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But I'm going to try...I have to.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A friend of mine asked me, "What is the happiest moment in ur life?" And I replied, "It's the day when I get married and have children of my own." What a way to answer... But it's true, I do look forward to that day. Some people must be wondering "What's wrong with you Jacintha, you're 18, go enjoy your varsity life". I guess probably that why some people don't understand why I look for courtship instead of dating. They tell me you need experience to learn. True, but not entirely true to me. I think that you can learn from people's experiences and mistakes, I've been doing that. That's why I've choose to wait. But sometimes I tend to get impatient, like right now...sigh.. love has been flopping in my mind. But I know that God has His own perfect timing, and the right one for me. Gotta keep waiting till He gives me the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Significant Other...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somewhere out there...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only God knows who you are...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;And His timing is just Perfect...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;But I know it's worth the wait...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;And it saves unnecessary hurt...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Unnecessary tears...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till that day my dear...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;When we pursue a whole new level of friendship together...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;My Precious....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-113034789057228179?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/113034789057228179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=113034789057228179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113034789057228179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/113034789057228179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/10/rotting.html' title='*rotting*'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112957186599178091</id><published>2005-10-18T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:01:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye-Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I’m back from Cameron Highland. It was really a good mission trip. It was truly an eye opener to me. I learn so much in the mission trip. To actually experience discomfort and hardship all for our love for Christ really boost up my Christian walk to strive even more for Him. How often I complain when things gets a little rough when serving God, but what I failed to realize was how much more other people have strive all because of their love for Christ. But now I know, I’ve seen, I’ve learn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad…. Most of the people that I’ve bonded closer with throughout the mission trip won’t be around for the next semester due to industrial training and graduated…sob sob.. Really feel it, just when I started to get close to them and begun loving them things have to change… I'm sad but there's nothing that I could do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But truly I have learned so much from each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I’ve learn from you guys : (just wanted to let you guys know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TO BE WILLING TO GO DOWN TO A PERSON”S LEVEL IN ORDER TO RELATE TO THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rach, I’m truly amazed at how you could really connect with people, just being one of them. You really taught me to put away all differences and just reach out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TO BE HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther, I realized that your bubbliness and cheerfulness spreads. It’s contagious. You taught me to stay happy and not be gloomy because it affects the people around us.I want to spread happy atmosphere the way you do.. =) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SERVANTHOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Audrey, you must be wondering why I said that I learned that from you. When I saw you wiping the muddy church floor in Batu 24 after the church service really struck me. I question myself, ‘Will I be willing to do what you did without being told to do so?’. You really taught me what it means to humble myself to serve God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GIVING MY BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Di, I see you giving your very best with whatever you had. Even in areas that you don’t have much experience in it (playing the guitar, sharing for devotion), yet you are willing to give whatever you had to please God. You taught me to do that too. I learn that we should give our best even in small things. I’m proud of you girl for taking up the challenge to go for this mission trip, and we sure did pull through. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BELIEVE IN GOD, BELIEVE IN PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle, you taught me to have faith in God’s protecting arms. I remembered you saying that you just know that God will protect us throughout the rough trip in and out of the jungle. You taught me to believe in people because you believed in me. Yeah, thank you for believing that I could share well for the morning service. I really admire your down-to-earth-character…=) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOOK OUT FOR OTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daniel, you taught me to always be on the look out for others. You really take the initiative to make sure that we’re ok. I’ve learned from you to constantly watch each others back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SERVING WITHOUT RECOGNITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;David, the little things that you do counts. You reminded me that it is not necessary to get credit for the things that we do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel, Esther, Audrey, Heidi, Michelle, Daniel and David&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You guys are Great! Thank you for your Love, Support, Friendship and All that you have taught me. I’m blessed, truly bless…=)&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys…..*bearhugz*~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa in Heaven, I thank You for EVERYTHING. Thank You for Your PRESENCE, PROTECTION and PROVISION throughout the mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;Love You so much…*muaks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112957186599178091?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112957186599178091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112957186599178091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112957186599178091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112957186599178091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/10/eye-opener.html' title='Eye-Opener'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112870335794475798</id><published>2005-10-08T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:54:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To Honour God does not necessarily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;imply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;doing Great things for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It is rather the Consistently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;maintained attitude of heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;refers every choice to His judgement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Measures every value by His standard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and endeavours to make every incident of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;contribute towards the Glorifying of His Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pastor Terry-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112870335794475798?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112870335794475798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112870335794475798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112870335794475798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112870335794475798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/10/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112776032750711166</id><published>2005-09-27T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:51:06.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hak Cipta Terpelihara</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here is my first computer drawn comic by yours truly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some said the character resembles me, how true it is that is for you to decide....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="286" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/comic2.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="307" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/comic3.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="338" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/comic4.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="340" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/comic5.jpg" width="321" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am Soooo proud of my much effort work...=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt; A Masterpiece I can call my own&lt;/em&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(maybe not such of a masterpiece after all..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112776032750711166?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112776032750711166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112776032750711166&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112776032750711166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112776032750711166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/hak-cipta-terpelihara.html' title='Hak Cipta Terpelihara'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112758585900196875</id><published>2005-09-25T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:36:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;PMSing is affecting me on the inside today. Horrible feelings and negative thoughts are being thrown at me….sigh…. Thank God I am able to control not blowing it all out at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are going through a period of emoness and feeling overly stress and drain right now. I felt really helpless watching them feel this way and not being able to do anything to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;So this goes out to some people I care much about……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My BuddyBear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although things haven’t been the way it used to be, I want you to know that I still care. I still care when you think I don't. It’s just that I’ve been occupied with so many things. And the truth is, I find it hard to balance it all at once. I’ve often wonder, will you learn to appreciate me better when I’m gone? I guess I know the answer now…..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I couldn’t be there when you needed support…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being able to encourage you when you were down…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not lending you a shoulder to cry on when you needed one…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for paying less attention to your needs …&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being insensitive …&lt;br /&gt;I remembered telling you that I’ll try not to expect anything in return from what has been given. But in a way I failed. But I want to try again; I want to try to be the friend that I used to be to you. I don’t know if I will succeed, but I will try….&lt;br /&gt;And if I fail again, I hope I don’t break you even more…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heidi dearie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for being ever thoughtful and supportive. In such a short time, I’ve never imagined to be able to have a great friend like you. It’s been great sharing ups and downs with you. Just remember that I’m here to support you through. Keep smiling and keep trusting Daddy Above. He’s Hand is still in control of everything whether in your education or in your relationship. And He will bring you through. Remember that you are so precious in His eyes, and every drop of your tears are as precious jewel to Him. Love ya girl…=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey you, have a lot of catching up to do with you…haha… Hope all is getting better. Don’t be emo ya? Having emotions and feelings are a good thing, but don’t fully rely on them. Don’t let your feelings tells you what you should or should not do. Remember that feeling always changes. So do what you know is right and pleasing in the eyes of God. Take care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jia Wern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Press on!! Fight the battle. You’ll make it through…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make any decision now ok? Talk to Daddy Above first and see where He leads you. Anyway thank you for everything….=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s almost over…. you will make it through…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TQ for being a great lunch and dinner buddy besides being a great friend. Glad to be able to 'lepak' with you these days. We'll 'lepak' more after finals ok...haha... Take care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wee Liem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for the encouragement.... and the many pieces of advice...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All de best for your exams... Don't stress ya...*hugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay strong... many people are cheering you on including your Papa in Heaven....TQ for being such a great Buddy to me. TQ too for always taking the initiative to see how i am doing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're precious.....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hope everyone's feeling much better already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here's from me.... *bearhugz* to all... that includes you even if your name is not mention up there.....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112758585900196875?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112758585900196875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112758585900196875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112758585900196875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112758585900196875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112737708669728860</id><published>2005-09-22T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:27:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only A Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h3&gt;ONLY A LAMB&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been me hanging on the Cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been my crown of thorns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been me they laid in the tomb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been my shame and scorn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been me they crucified,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been my hands and feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been me who drank the cup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Should have been me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Only A Lamb who was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;could die and carry the weight of my sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Only A Lamb who was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;could rise that I might Live Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="158" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/cross.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112737708669728860?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112737708669728860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112737708669728860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112737708669728860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112737708669728860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/only-lamb.html' title='Only A Lamb'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112658790321652095</id><published>2005-09-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:05:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRENGTH 4 de Weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Been desperately wanting to blog but just couldn’t fine the time to…sob sob... Now I know how crazy FCM life can be..sigh.. Mostly everyone I know seems to be bottle up by loads of stress and emoness. What’s happening? I guess it’s the season, it will pass, season do pass and a brand new season will come. Can’t wait for that new season to arrive…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;What’s happening with the world? From WTC being terrorist to earth quakes to Tsunami to Hurricane Katrina. What an unsaved place planet Earth had become, a place we call home. SIGNS… SIGNS….SIGNS…. it’s all obvious signs of The Lord’s Coming. It’s so real, but I wonder how many people actually notice them? Every time I hear of scary disasters falling upon various parts of the world, shattering many lives, I can’t help but to question, &lt;i&gt;‘When will Malaysia be hit? When is our turn?’&lt;/i&gt; It’s like just a matter of time till we actually get strike as well. Like God have said in His Word, all things will come to past before His coming. And that does not spare us…. It’s scary to wonder,&lt;i&gt; ‘How many lives have I won for Christ?’ ‘How much time do I still have to do His work?’ ‘Will I make it through the signs of His coming?’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary but True.. He is coming, Christ is coming back again….. We are living in the end times. It would be really a fool not to realize that after all the signs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My week wasn’t all that good. Busy and stress out with assignments, wasn’t really sure how I was going to pulled myself through all this. But I’ve decided to include God in everything, in my studies, in my stressfulness, in my emoness, in my weakness…. I just felt like I needed God so much, just felt weak…. Purely weak… I needed some divine strength from above. I personally feel that all energy have been generated out of me. Needed God’s strength so badly. At this point of time I just want an intervention from God. I know that He will come through for me. I’m truly thankful for friends. In times like these, God actually send friends to support me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank  you guys. You know who you are…*bearhugz* Especially you Heidi dearie... You don't know what a darling you can be....*muaks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~My Grace is SUFFICIENT for you, for My Strength is made PERFECT in weakness. For when i'm weak then I'm strong.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9,10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112658790321652095?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112658790321652095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112658790321652095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112658790321652095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112658790321652095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/strength-4-de-weak.html' title='STRENGTH 4 de Weak'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112589315616131620</id><published>2005-09-05T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:59:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Darkness, I Found Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt; dunno why but I seem to be falling in love with this song... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Love the lyrics in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;ONLY IN THE DARK (Juwita Suwito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;The raindrops fall incessantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Each time I think the sky's letting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;There seems to be another cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Bringing the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Coming right at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;So often I can't see the road ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;The blinding headlights loom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Then go out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;But suddenly I find that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Don't need to strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Cause I realize I am rising, I'm flying and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Only in the dark when I can't seem to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I learn to hear Your whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;That's been guiding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Reach out for the Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;That's bears the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;So my step is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Only in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Now each day's a step that's lighted up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;And the question asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Won't make me stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;'Cause I know no matter how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;That this is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;And I'm slowly getting to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Place where it's not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;So let the shadows come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;And let me run into Your arm where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I can feel the warmth of Your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Unmistakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Leading me on, loving me on, turning me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Though now I seems to be that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;~In my darkest hour, I found God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The true &lt;em&gt;Peace Giver&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Strength&lt;/em&gt; of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thank You My Father.......Desperately in need for your embrace......Don't let me go God...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112589315616131620?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112589315616131620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112589315616131620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112589315616131620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112589315616131620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-darkness-i-found-light.html' title='In Darkness, I Found Light'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112568550397783663</id><published>2005-09-03T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:25:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*BearHugzz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I’m so blessed today. I went to Trinity Home, which is an orphanage home. It was so nice to actually spend time with the kids there. They were amazing. Although with the little that they had, I sense love in that home. We laughed, we played, we sang, we danced, we took loads of photos and for a moment I just forgot all about my assignments that needs to be done. I gave loads of &lt;i&gt;bearhugs&lt;/i&gt; to the kids, just showering them with love the best I could. Today, I finally learn what it means to really give bearhugs. One of the things that I dislike about my petite size is that I can’t give people good hugs. It’s either they will be taller than I am or bigger than I am. With the kids, for the first time ever, I’m actually able to throw my arms around them and give them a full hug, which really felt great. Something that I’ve always wanted to do but failed to cause of my size…sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;So today, I’ve learn the true feeling of giving a real *bearhugs*…haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Felt really happy spending time with the kids. Missing them already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; So Simple... YET...So Satisfying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112568550397783663?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112568550397783663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112568550397783663&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112568550397783663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112568550397783663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/bearhugzz.html' title='*BearHugzz*'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112568494315499359</id><published>2005-09-03T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:31:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Up Up Up…. Down Down Down……. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how things in my life can go high up one moment and the next hitting bottom ground. It’s like a metaphor it goes on and on. Well I was burn out last week, but this week by the grace of God I’m able to fall back into His loving arms… WOOHOO… I did it again….&lt;br /&gt;Burn?? I’m no longer that burn out anymore. Still busy…total madness… But I’m learning… Actually in this period of burn out season, I’m reminded once again about prayer. Business with our life can sometimes remove God from the picture of our life.&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of workload placed on me, assignments, commitment… to me it really seem impossible to manage everything all at once. In times of desperation, I remembered what a good friend of mine once told me. Often time people forget to do the SIMPLEST thing of all, that is to PRAY…. Most of us know that prayer is powerful, prayer can do wonders, we KNOW…. But how many people actually remember to do it? How many people actually BELIEVE that God works through prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried, I stressed, I cried, I sort of gave up…. Yet talking to God about it wasn’t what I choose to do. I was too busy worrying, too busy stressing, too busy completing my work, too busy serving Him with my own strength. I didn’t trust fully that God would take care of me, I forgot that God is BIGGER than my problems. Then, after being reminded of doing the simplest thing of all which is to pray, I came to a point where I just took time off and poured out whatever I was feeling in my heart to Him. I laid my burdens down at His feet, there and then. I find myself surrendering the problem into His care and not taking it into my own hands anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;From then on.....amount of workload remains, amount of commitment remains, the only thing that changed is me. After surrendering it to Papa dearest, I began to trust God to pull me through. And amazingly, things are working out so much better than what I’ve expected it to be. I’m sure that God’s Hands was and still is in it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to include Him in our life, whether in good times or bad times. And when you actually allow Him to be the center of your situation, He will do wonders. And so I am here today, REVIVE once again. Saved by His loving grace… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112568494315499359?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112568494315499359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112568494315499359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112568494315499359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112568494315499359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112559764668873426</id><published>2005-09-02T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:10:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sur-Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SURVIVOR!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112559764668873426?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112559764668873426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112559764668873426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112559764668873426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112559764668873426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/09/sur-wife.html' title='Sur-Wife!'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112531838012324792</id><published>2005-08-29T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:11:45.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;BURN!!! Exactly what I’ve been feeling lately… Burn!! Been so busy to even have time to do stuff that I really want to do. Assignments and too many responsibilities are crushing me down. Tired….. just tired….  Physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. Need a release real soon or else I am going break…badly.&lt;br /&gt;I went for care group last week and the topic that we discussed on is ‘how can we manage being a busy Christian and being a busy student?’ I learn something that day. There’s this guy, Kenny who actually said something that really gotten me thinking. He said something like this,&lt;i&gt; ‘I wouldn’t define serving God as being busy, because it should comes naturally.’ &lt;/i&gt; This really gotten me thinking. Right at this moment, due to the weight of assignments and commitment required out of me, I do feel that serving God has become a burden to me. What Kenny said sot of sunk into me, serving God shouldn’t be a burden to me, it SHOULDN’T. And if it has, it’s really time to check my life. I can’t believe that I’m actually feeling this way. It’s like so much things are required and expected out of me each week, whether it’s in my studies or in church. I personally feel it’s time to reorganize my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; Please help me God. Give me Your strength. My heart cries in desperation and I know that You will listen to my heart, the way You did before, although I remain silent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112531838012324792?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112531838012324792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112531838012324792&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112531838012324792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112531838012324792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/burn.html' title='Burn!'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112444338005941645</id><published>2005-08-19T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:42:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for PicTures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Just decided to place some pictures on my blog, Just for the fun of it and for the sake of those who just came to know me....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Ever wonder how Jacintha look like as a baby??? Look and tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="966" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic1.jpg" width="1297" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jacintha grew into a kiddo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="229" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/07-08-05_1640.jpg" width="312" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Don't I look cute? But if you're wondering when i took this picture, it's actually a recent one. Got you deceive by my small girl look ya, plus the two pig tails I had on....haha... You must be wondering why in the world would a 18 year old girl dress up as a 12 year old kiddo. Hmmm.... just reliving my childhood. Nolar, that's not true. Well actually we had this 'dress up' thingy for youth service and so I decided to come as a kiddo. People often say I don't look my age. I would probally have to agree that's true lor....sigh..... wonder is that a good thing or bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;FastForward...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Then Jacintha bloom into a young lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="368" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/jacintha.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who say I can't look my age?? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No I wasn't going for prom, people always get that wrong. I was going for a company dinner organised by the company I was working in during the holidays. I'm all dress nicely to look and feel good and not because I want to catch attention...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;The people Jacintha grew spiritually with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="651" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic5.jpg" width="889" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Meet my youth committee:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;From the back, left to right: Jolene &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Sexytary,Caroline &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Vice Pres, Someone Insignificant &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Prayer Coordinator,Jasmine &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Ms. President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;From the front, left to right: Yi Wen &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Worship Coordinator, Lawrence &lt;em&gt;a.k.a&lt;/em&gt; Treasurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;It's been almost two years serving together. We've been through many ups and downs, beautiful and ugly times, encouragement and discouragement, yet we pulled through....YEAH!!!! God remains faithful even when circumstances seems so still and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;God I've learn through these two years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've learn to believe in people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I've learn to persevere and not give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I've learn to choose to cling on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;You even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;and circumstances just drags me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I've learn to be faithful in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt; You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt; have entrusted into my care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Most of all God, I've learn to trust in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Your PERFECT Timing and PERFECT Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Please help me to stay on, to stay strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;to pull through till I see Your plans come to pass....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;p/s-Dearest committee, each one of us are very different people, each with different sets of strength and weakneses. However, by the grace of God we have pulled through. Don't let that excitement and passion for the things of God die. Let's continue to spread it to the other youths through our life. Love you guys lots..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;My Lovely yet Crazy bunch of Youthz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="906" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic8.jpg" width="1292" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Youth camp-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="632" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic7.jpg" width="908" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="777" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic6.jpg" width="827" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fharyl dearie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;After long of living in the comfort of home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Jacintha stays on campus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="911" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic3.jpg" width="1176" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Intruders in my hostel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="996" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/pic4.jpg" width="1241" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;That's the life of Jacintha so far.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to my world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112444338005941645?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112444338005941645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112444338005941645&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112444338005941645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112444338005941645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-mood-for-pictures.html' title='In the mood for PicTures'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112421090055514155</id><published>2005-08-17T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:11:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is my heartbeat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;'MISSION, de Heartbeat of God'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF was really great today. Everything just flowed well. It made me reflect back on some things that I've always desired to do. Looking back, I'm reminded of the things that brought great satisfaction to me, the best that I've ever experienced as far as I can remember. It has always been a dream that God has impressed on my heart to reach out to those who are in need, whether by a helping hand, emotionally, or spiritually. The satisfaction in doing that is just indescribable, and that is when I actually realized that would be my ministry. However as time passes, all these burden for reaching out to people who are in need seems to fade away, little by little. I'm reminded today once again of what was my dream, and the satisfaction that I've felt. At this point of time, just really want to do what I feel God has been wanting me to do. I wonder if I could get back the passion the way I used to have...the love for people the way I used to have... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I still have Africa in my heart. I just wanted to reach out to children who are suffering with HIV there.... But we'll see if God brings this to pass.....*hopeful*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s- Just a note to CF Committees : I think you guys are doing a really good job. Keep it up. Your rewards will come from above...=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112421090055514155?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112421090055514155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112421090055514155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112421090055514155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112421090055514155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-my-heartbeat.html' title='What is my heartbeat?'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112421051367815236</id><published>2005-08-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:10:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generate Power...Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I’ve been feeling so much better these days. Less discourage, really hopeful and looking forward for the great plans that God has in mind. Still waiting for that timing, the right timing, the perfect timing, God’s timing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s new bout me? Well I’m in the EE Committee, which also stands for Easter Event in my CF. It’s gonna be a really good experience for me to learn and grow at the same time. I do wonder in my heart at times whether do I actually have the time to be committed to another event. After a lot of effort and time that has been required out of me in serving in my youth committee back in church and my course assignments, I really wonder if I’ll ever get burn out by so many things. But it’s a challenge, a real challenge to me to serve wherever God places me. Often times, people think that they are doing God a favor. But we failed to realize that in the first place, God doesn’t need us. He is Almighty, why would He need someone so insignificant like us to perform out His plan. But because of His grace, He gives us opportunities to serve Him to repay Him in the minimal form for all that He has done for us. If we really look and see, whatever we do, how much we strive for Him is actually nothing much compared to what He has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really special happened on my birthday. My family and I went for a Vietnamese meal the day before my actual birthday. On my birthday, I spend most of the time in church. It was basically just a normal, usual Sunday. Then in the evening, I went back to Cyber to have dinner with Wee Liem, Jia Wern, Desmond, and Joash. The whole reason of the event is to celebrate our (me, Wee Liem, Jia Wern, Desmond) birthdays. Sounds pretty weird right, we’re celebrating birthday for ourselves, but it was kind of cool. Got to spend some quality time with them and hear them talk about their obsession with cars…Hotwheels… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Anyway thank you guys for celebrating it with me. You guys remembered, I’m so touch… =) *bearhugz*- &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And as for Heidi, Emerson and Jason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you so much for being great friends in my life. Didn't expect to gain such close and good friends in such a short time. Thank you for adding colours into my life. And a Big Thank you for the shirt you guys got me for my birthday with the price tag on it...haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112421051367815236?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112421051367815236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112421051367815236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112421051367815236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112421051367815236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/generate-powerpray.html' title='Generate Power...Pray'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112394921753008200</id><published>2005-08-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:09:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;WOOHOO.... I'm legal to go to jail..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have FUN Jacintha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112394921753008200?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112394921753008200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112394921753008200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112394921753008200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112394921753008200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/legal_14.html' title='Legal'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112369231890685807</id><published>2005-08-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:48:40.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I’m home again. Thanks to the bad haze condition, the president of MMU decided to give us 2 days leave. So here I am, back home early. This time I’m really glad to be home. Been a little frustrated these days, just felt pretty alone. I really needed to be in the comfort of home right now. It’s not that I’m so pampered that I get home sick all the time. But it’s just that I feel safe when I’m back home, with my family standing by me. When things are bad and I feel that I have to deal with it all alone, not knowing how to resolve matters myself, that’s when I really feel homesick. Can actually consider as being emo as well lor…&lt;br /&gt;God is just great. He has given me holidays at the right time, just when I needed it most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Thanks to the haze, now i'm a little sick...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112369231890685807?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112369231890685807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112369231890685807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112369231890685807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112369231890685807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112347785916621491</id><published>2005-08-08T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:10:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I’ve been home for a week, really glad to be in the comfort of home. I went for consultation today on my assignment; as usual it got rejected AGAIN!!! I guess I should be immune to the word ‘Rejection’ by now. I got my PC already…FINALLY!!! I’m so thankful that my parents are willing to come all the way yesterday to set up the computer for me. I don’t know what I would have done without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m discouraged. Every time when I get pump up and all excited, people just have to kill that excitement. It’s always hard to fight a battle alone, even though I know that I have God on my side. I guess the strongest and toughest person also needs people to support them through. But I wonder why I always seem to fight the battle alone. I wondered if I’ve place God out of the picture and fight with my own strength, I wonder…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these, I find myself growing, growing into a much stronger person, a person striving hard to pursue my goals, my dream, my hope… It’s amazing how by the grace and strength of God I’m able to pick myself up every time my spiritual life steps on rocky ground. I’m not saying that I don’t need people in my life. The truth is I do, and I really want people who would be pillars of strength to support me through. And in times like these, where I find myself fighting alone, and having the strength to pick myself up despite my circumstances, I find myself growing to trust in the plans of God and His timing and not just choose to give in to circumstances. Behind the discouragement that I feel right now, I still find the strength to persevere believing that something great is going to happen. I’m not going to give in to the feeling and thoughts that tells me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’m just gonna persevere through and see where God brings me, after all God is still my ‘Surprise Giver’. He is just full of surprises and well you just never know what He will do. Just gonna let Him blow my mind away. I’m starting to see sparks of little great things happening already although I never really notice it before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank You Jesus!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112347785916621491?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112347785916621491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112347785916621491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112347785916621491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112347785916621491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-2-uni.html' title='Back 2 Uni'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112290776251198685</id><published>2005-08-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:21:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Weeee…... I’m on holiday!!! But I’m stuck with assignments….sigh…&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow is always good to be home…=)&lt;br /&gt;We had Masquerade last week for CF. It was really cool, my first masquerade ever. I decided to come as a Gipsy, but I wonder if I did succeeded looking like one. Most of the CF people came as pretty interesting character, naming a few, a soldier, a mobster, a farmer, an FBI agent, a nerd, a Mak Cik, A FOM student, blah blah blah…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/masquerade.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this activity is to show that people have the tendency to live a double personality. Bro Colin, a graduated senior from MMU, shared a good and applicable message that night. I learn something that day. I learn that we should not expect people to change, but we should accept people the way they are. People come in different forms, with different character, different appearance, different personality and different needs. I learn that no matter how a person is, whether good or bad, ugly or beautiful, no matter how different they are from me I should still extend my hand to them, treating them with love and respect. This is because they worth something in the eyes of God that He would be willing to lay down His life for them the way He did for me. So who am I to be judgmental towards others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;A sinner unworthy to be saved….That’s me….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Everyone WORTH something in De Eyes of GOD~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Right now, I feel that my spiritual life is kind of deteriorating. I guess a monotonous Christian walk is bringing me down. When I expect God to work, and nothing happens, that’s disappointing. I know that God’s timing is always perfect, and I’ve been reminded many times to wait upon God’s timing, but right now I find it so hard to wait upon His timing, cause I feel as if everything remains the same after so long of praying, trying and expecting, just tired, feel like giving up. Really, really want to get back that excitement towards the things of God the way I used to have. I’m fighting, fighting hard for my spiritual life, not going to give in to this feeling of tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;God I’m fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to fight,&lt;br /&gt;Your strength,&lt;br /&gt;Your love never fails me,&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart fails you countless times,&lt;br /&gt;I need You,&lt;br /&gt;To restore this Heart of mind,&lt;br /&gt;To be so close to Yours once again,&lt;br /&gt;Fight with me God…..&lt;br /&gt;Please FIGHT with me….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112290776251198685?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112290776251198685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112290776251198685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112290776251198685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112290776251198685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/08/fight.html' title='Fight!'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112228107871429481</id><published>2005-07-25T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:18:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="105" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b33/blu3zzjacintha/bowling.gif" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;What does Jacintha and bowling have in common? NOTHING. But anyway I did went and play bowling for the very first time with my youth group. It was outing week for the youths...yeah! After so long, finally we have an outing...WOOHOO!!! The youths of cause were Extremely happy bout it, some even took the opportunity to go shopping, since now Mega Sale is on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm not a heavy shopper, but oh well, the sale banners on every shop are real temptation to me. Coming back to bowling, we went to Pyramid right after main service. What's amazing is people who are not frequent goers for youth service suddenly appeared for this outing. Six of us me, Daniel, Wei Wen, Yi Wen, Kevin, Christine and Pooi San played in the same game. Guess how much does the bowling ball I use weight? 6.... Impressive? This is what my friend Yi Wen told me, &lt;i&gt;' You roll the ball with both hands and I'll kick the pins down for you'&lt;/i&gt; What does that suppose to mean......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I dunno how many times the ball went into the 'longkang', but still I managed to end the game with 33 points...Way to go Jacintha!!! For a first timer, I think it was ok... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112228107871429481?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112228107871429481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112228107871429481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112228107871429481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112228107871429481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/07/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112202273170507111</id><published>2005-07-22T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:08:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Just came back from campus today morning. I went for Audio Warfare yesterday. Actually the whole purpose of me being there is to support Lenard’s band that was competing that night. They didn’t won, but it was really a good effort from them. The other good part of me being there is I got to meet Andrew Tan, Yeah the Malaysian Idol finalist Andrew Tan…=) His band ‘Unabashed’ was invited as guest performance and I got to hear him sing live… how cool is that? But I still prefer him singing more mellow songs; rock is so not his thing. There was this other competing band called PG165 from MMU Malacca’s CF. They sang ‘Dare you to move’ by switchfoot and ‘You’re everything to me’ an original Christian song by them. It was totally cool. Normally in a competition like this, who would perform a Christian number. The band took the competition as an opportunity to minister for Christ as well… real cool!!! The best part of all is, they ended up winning third place in the competition….YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of my friends didn’t make it pass the audition round of Audio Warfare. However, I'm sure they have given their very best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;and that is more than enough...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To you guys who didn’t make it pass the audition round, don’t be discourage.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand back up STRONG and continue running. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s not the end yet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your passion for music is just great, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so don’t allow failure to be an obstacle for you to move on. I believe in you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112202273170507111?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112202273170507111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112202273170507111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112202273170507111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112202273170507111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/07/support.html' title='Support'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112168883922056404</id><published>2005-07-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:13:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Level Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've been really stress up with all my assignments lately. One assignments I was suppose to build my own personal web page. After done building it, then I have so much problem linking the pages....arrrrgggg..... But thank God everything work out fine...FINALLY!!!! Thanks to some help from David. Feel kind of bad lor, cause yesterday was actually his birthday and I made him repair my work. That's not the worst part, I made his burner spoil....sigh.... dunno issit my disket fault or issit the burners' fault...haha... That's why I feel kind of bad, of all day it happens on his birthday....sigh.... a birthday present from me...hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had 'Word Extreme' for youth service. It wasn't a really good one I would say. The lesson was a bit hard to teach. I couldn't really relate the lesson to the youth. It was quite a serious sharing, all eyes looking at me, and I myself being blur,I don't think I managed to teach a convincing and applicable lesson to them. Partly it was my fault also cause I didn't really put much effort into planning it I would say. I was just so busy with my assignments and homework. Planning the lessons was one of the last thing on my 'to do list'. Feel kind of bad for not giving my best to God...sigh..God definately deserves better...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has proven His faithfulness and provided for me time after time, again and again. He showers me with new mercies and blessings every day.But still I don't know why I have the tendency to worry and lack faith when problems comes my way. I know that He can do wonders in situation but somehow I still worry. Dunno why. Really feel bad to treat God this way. But I know that feeling alone is not enough, I have to do something about it. Yesterday our church received our sovereign status. Really thank God for that. We sang the song 'Great is Thy Faithfulness' and it really reminded me of how God has been so faithful to me. His Hand has really provided much for me. He has always turn bad situations into something that I can give Him glory for. It's really just amazing what God has done for me. The way He still loves me even when I failed to give Him my best.I really think that God deserves much more from me. He deserves my praise, my adoration, my love, my respect,my best, my all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see&lt;br /&gt;All i have needed Thy Hand had provided&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Lord unto me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112168883922056404?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112168883922056404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112168883922056404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112168883922056404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112168883922056404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/07/stress-level-rising.html' title='Stress Level Rising'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112092464432432391</id><published>2005-07-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:11:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Arrrrgggg.... I have been so busy with assignments and all. Don't even have much time for my ownself....too glued to the computer right now.......Arrrgggg..... Good news is, i'm almost done with my assignments, 2 out of 3 is completed....YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;What to do, i don't have a computer back in campus, so i have to rush to complete all my assignments at home, during weekends. There goes my weekends...sigh...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Despite it all, God remains FAiThFul...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Last week, i was really, really stress out about my design fundamental drawing. We were ask to draw an interior picture and exterior picture that has a good perspective and shows space. So i chose a corridor in the FCM building which i thought had a good angle. However, my picture didn't quite showed space. Was really 'geram' that it didn't. So, on friday when i went for cell group, i asked my cell group members to pray for me for my work not to be rejected by my lecturer. I was a bit stress up then. Then the next day, David (my sister's boyfriend) saw my drawing and told me some changes had to be made here and there. So i changed it until quite late at night. However, it still looked weird...sigh.... and so i decided to bring it to church to ask some real artistic people for help. In church, my friend told me that the drawing should be changed this way and that way, and he actually wanted to redraw the whole thing for me. But he didn't managed to cause we were so busy with team building that sunday. So i brought home the drawing, not much changes done on it. I was feeling really tense up already cause i was suppose to show my lecturer the drawing the next day. I went back to campus that night, and guess what, my roomate actually said that my drawing needed changes here and there.... there goes my stress level. I broke down silently that night, while my roomates sleep. It was just so stressful. I prayed really hard and cried to God. I told God how hard i've work on this drawing, I've given my best, and if it did got rejected by my lecturer, I would be so crush. I did feel better after that. God is always my COMFORTER. Then next morning, which is the day i was suppose to present my work to my lecturer, i decided to go back to the spot where i drew the picture to do some final touch up. Class started.....the lecturer actually asked us one by one to show him our drawing. I didn't really wanted too show him cause i saw that my drawing was a bit different from my other friends. I thought of just leaving the room, redraw a new picture and then only present it to him. However, that didn't happen, and i'm glad it didn't. I took the courage to present it to my lecturer. I was just so nervous while waiting for my turn, not knowing what to expect to come out from his mouth. When i showed him my drawing, he actually said 'Good Job'... that really, really blew my mind. I am so sure that it was God's Hands in the whole situation. It really amazes me how God works. It is always way beyond my imagination. It's just Great, God is just SO GREAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I just want to encourage you guys who reads this, that you serve a GREAT GOD who can do GREAT THINGS. Most importantly don't forget that there is GREAT POWER in PRAYER, so PRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;I hope that you are blessed by this testimony...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~THank You Jesus for EVeryThing~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13897578-112092464432432391?l=blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/feeds/112092464432432391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13897578&amp;postID=112092464432432391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112092464432432391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13897578/posts/default/112092464432432391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blu3zzjacintha.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy.html' title='Busy!!!!!'/><author><name>jacintha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224694681634346620</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13897578.post-112028967553209365</id><published>2005-07-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:14:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Nicole Nordeman~ I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~Nicole Nordeman ~ &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;beautiful&gt;&lt;beautiful&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am Pencil marks on a wall, I wasnt always this tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="
