<?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-2192025729657810234</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:24:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inGod'sperfectlove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-3471817443617501424</id><published>2008-12-26T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:11:45.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been doing Abnormal Psychology since... 5pm? Now's 10pm and I am still not done. Not even halfway.  -.-zzz It's driving me NUTS like crazy. Lol. SO MANY informations coming from all directions (articles, online references), and just when I decided to settle on one point, I go on to read something that &lt;u&gt;contradicts&lt;/u&gt; what my point was.  -.-  -.-  -.- Or better still, something that &lt;u&gt;elaborates&lt;/u&gt; my point. Include/ don't include?  Andandand, usually we have like around 25 slides for one presentation? Which normally have 5 questions inside. Guess what, I'm only done with TWO questions, and I'm already at the FOURTEENTH slide  -.-  -.-  How frustrating can this get. Ugh. I have had a headache and stomach pain due to stress. Played a game of Counter Strike to de-stress. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you have a thumbdrive?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: PSP?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you know what's a thumbdrive?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: You put your thumb inside a drive?&lt;br /&gt;-.- how cute bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro says I talk to myself. Yea, I do, why not? Lol. Even as now I'm typing, I already am talking to myself right. Hahaha. But the more I'm stressed the more I talk to myself. I especially like to repeat scenarios, imagining myself in the same scenario but with different dialogues. Makes sense? Like how things wouldn't turn out in some ways if I had said this instead of that. Now as I'm doing this presentation slides, I imagine how the class would react to the script. Find me weird? No, I'm just UNIQUE. Hahahaha.   =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... I shall stop doing it for now. I hope tomorrow we don't go out so I can continue. Last minute I know. But what to do? I THRIVE on last minute stuff. I seriously do. I've tried doing it for the past week on this, but NOTHING comes to mind. Only today when I start to do, all the ideas just flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%$^($^*!hnopavjroijvaslkdfja;nvlrkjvn ;rjfa;lkdfja;skldfjv na'skfj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really need a break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3471817443617501424?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3471817443617501424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3471817443617501424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3471817443617501424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3471817443617501424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-doing-abnormal-psychology-since.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8390748345909967868</id><published>2008-11-22T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:27:07.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who are you to judge what I do? Doesn't mean that I make an EXTRA effort in doing something, I am doing it for an EXTRA reward or whatever. Worst still, that EXTRA something has to be ****?!!! The most absurd thing I've heard of seriously. I run on MY OWN &lt;u&gt;MOTIVATION.&lt;/u&gt; Yea, my motivation may well be very different from how you term yours. But it's MY motivation. And it certainly ain't that **** that you thought it was. I don't put in extra effort in doing something just for this thing that happened. I've done it many many times. So are you still going to say that I'm doing it for ****??? Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No offence intended.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to ventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I complained to Joanne and she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama nothing left to live for. better off dead. says:&lt;br /&gt;wah v scary leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama nothing left to live for. better off dead. says:&lt;br /&gt;on monday can rant some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama nothing left to live for. better off dead. says:&lt;br /&gt;dont explode ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible sun within says:&lt;br /&gt;very scary???? cos you nvr see me angry before right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible sun within says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama nothing left to live for. better off dead. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama nothing left to live for. better off dead. says:&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I'm nice okay  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8390748345909967868?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8390748345909967868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8390748345909967868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8390748345909967868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8390748345909967868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-are-you-to-judge-what-i-do-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3511333504013948237</id><published>2008-11-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:30:25.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the end of Week 6, and I've completed... 4 tests!!!  :D  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nursing Lab Theory- good, easier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nursing Lab Assessment- PASSED!  :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Pharmacology Test- no comments  =x&lt;br /&gt;4. Clinical Trial ICA 1- fine I guess. Tricky though, lecturer told us that herself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Mental Health ICA Presentation&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Biology Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm, am going to work towards a higher GPA this time round. And I'm very sure I can do it  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%*@$&amp;amp;!(^$(!&amp;amp;$^!*(&amp;amp;$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3511333504013948237?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3511333504013948237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3511333504013948237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3511333504013948237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3511333504013948237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-end-of-week-6-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2901700572737076643</id><published>2008-11-17T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:44:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for my monthly update. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been... Busy? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Week 5- Nursing Lab Theory&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6- &lt;u&gt;Nursing Lab Practical Assessment (THU)&lt;/u&gt; , Clinical Trial ICA 1 (FRI)&lt;br /&gt;Week 7- Mental Health ICA (MON), Biology Practical Test (WED)&lt;br /&gt;Week 8- Adult Nursing ICA (TUE)&lt;br /&gt;Week 9- ?&lt;br /&gt;Week 10- Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Week 11- Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Week 12- Abnormal Psychology ICA (WED)&lt;br /&gt;Week 13- Pharmacology ICA (TUE), Behavior Modification ICA (WED), Clincial Trial ICA 2 (FRI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This schedule thingy got me thinking, my group ain't the least stressed up. HAHA. I didn't even realise that we've a presentation next week. We're all probably too cooped up with preparing for Nursing Lab Skills Assessment eh? Hopefully after this week's over we'll get everything rolling along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Piano exams yet again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;March 2009- Grade 3 Theory (I'm lagging way way way behind)&lt;br /&gt;March 2010- Grade 5 Practical&lt;br /&gt;This Grade 5 Practical's *VERY IMPORTANT*- my teacher says- as it's so called the 'closing' grade from grade 1-4 and an &lt;em&gt;'en⋅trée'&lt;/em&gt; exam to more advanced grades.   o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't have any basic sensitivity. THINK before you speak, can? I'm not obligated to tell you everything I do and my whereabouts, and I don't, &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; owe you anything. So don't speak to me like I do. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No offence intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2901700572737076643?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2901700572737076643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2901700572737076643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2901700572737076643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2901700572737076643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-my-monthly-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3182959040509117217</id><published>2008-10-22T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:31:17.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's my 3rd spiritual birthday! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't expecting any presents by posting it up here I just want to make a note this day for myself (: Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog ah...&lt;br /&gt;HK trip, forget about it. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3182959040509117217?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3182959040509117217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3182959040509117217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3182959040509117217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3182959040509117217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-my-3rd-spiritual-birthday-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3832293264752048772</id><published>2008-09-27T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:15:36.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, this post is before I depart for HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;Flight's 6AM, have to report at the airport at 4AM  O.O&lt;br /&gt;Transit in Singapore at 9 to 11. Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return flight will be on the 7th Oct, around 2PM I suppose, the ticket's with the tour agency so I'm not too sure. Taking SIA. Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13shadows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3832293264752048772?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3832293264752048772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3832293264752048772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3832293264752048772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3832293264752048772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-this-post-is-before-i-depart.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-7304869286056240884</id><published>2008-09-25T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:19:19.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay! Time to blog before I fly off.&lt;br /&gt;The time now's... 10:05AM. And I haven't start packing, as usual. My habit's to pack last minute. But whooo! My room's very neat (imo) right now  :D  So proud of myself clearing all those rubbish/clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayea. I'll be back on the 7th Oct, not sure of the time yet. Will find out and blog the details when I reach home in Indo.! Hopefully the internet connection there is restored la. If not, I'm contactable throughout through my old phone number (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightttt. Departing in another 5hours time.&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself this question. Hongkong, TOUR WHAT??? I HOPE I prove myself wrong, ie I'll have fun there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 TOM LEE MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;#2 DISNEYLAND&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The two places which I want to go the most. But... That is provided someone wants to accompany me cos apparantly I'm the only one interested in music and disney. Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye...&lt;br /&gt;Till then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katak: remember, DO NOT HAVOCK. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7304869286056240884?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7304869286056240884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7304869286056240884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7304869286056240884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7304869286056240884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-time-to-blog-before-i-fly-off.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-228459051229556171</id><published>2008-08-29T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:42:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just met up with my relatives! Today's plus the cousins :D&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 of 'em. All guys, one 24years old, two 19years olds. Very refreshing especially since I haven't seen them for so long. And I felt like a small sister. Hahaha. When I first saw them I was actually quite taken aback and scared (?) 'cos they were so tall. LOL. Yea, I was mostly talking to the cousin whom I was not close to at all, and haven't seen him since... I don't know, but very long ago. Okayokay, I want an EXTENDED family gathering! But ya, difficult since everyone's everywhere. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;My aunties were as usual, asking me all about Nursing. I almost died explaining to them about bonds and stuff. Lol kidding. And the cousins were pretty surprised I took up Nursing. My family's all business business business. I'm the unique one. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay alright, enough of the post-meet-up excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's attachment was basically a TOTAL waste of time. Just went there to do some "shopping". Hahaha. Shopping for free phamplets. LOL. Took I think around 30 of them??? Oh no no no, I am not becoming a &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; Singaporean. I'm just trying to maximise my learning opportunities. YA RIGHT. Ahahahaha. But besides that today was a very good chitchat session. 8of us from the class. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow is zee BIG DAY.!&lt;br /&gt;Excited excited.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY PRAY PRAY it doesn't rain tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends commented I became more playful and talkative!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I guess it's good for me. Yes, only for me, uniquely for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;This attachment I make sure the comments written would be,"ABLE TO COMMUNICATE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WELL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and not "lacks communication" anymore. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk Sylvia, talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-228459051229556171?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/228459051229556171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=228459051229556171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/228459051229556171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/228459051229556171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-met-up-with-my-relatives-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5894347661275133480</id><published>2008-08-22T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:23:53.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3.50AM now, I just logged on because I'm VERY WIDE AWAKE. WHY??? Tomorrow's or rather later's paper's at 9!! Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's at night now. I better can sleep later if not I'll be a walking zombie. My eyes are very droopy and I'm physically very tired but my brain just doesn't want to rest. I'm mentally quite still alert. Hahaha. Specially cancelled piano lesson just so that I can have an hour more of sleep. Okayokay, plus I haven't practiced anything since piano exam was over. Lazylazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been particularly tough. Very... draining, mentally exhausting. Plus some other... intrinsic factors. But at least, AT LAST the exams are over. Phew. I know I didn't do well though.   =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knpknpknpknpknpknpknp.&lt;br /&gt;akjggaktau.&lt;br /&gt;htkumngsutkmu.&lt;br /&gt;do you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorrow! Lol  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5894347661275133480?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5894347661275133480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5894347661275133480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5894347661275133480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5894347661275133480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6355059780664442233</id><published>2008-08-12T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:31:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm officially a Permanent Resident in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. After a day of waiting till my fingers became numb due to the freezing place. 10 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; hours. 3/4 of the time WASTED okay. But at least I finished studying for this Thursday's paper and read a book. The *ding dong* sound used for calling the next person is still ringing in my head. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik Hidayat, the former Olympic Games 2004 Badminton Champion lost his FIRST round to a Malaysian. When I saw the results I was stunned I re-checked THRICE okay. Now Indonesia doesn't have it's star player anymore since he claims that losing now doesn't matter since his family is more important. LOL. Rarh. Anyway we have a new female rising badminton player who's already got through 3 matches  :D  Oh I forgot, I'm a PR now. HAHA. But I still have my Indonesian roots so... Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;"If you try to become someone you're not,&lt;br /&gt;you lose the essence of who you really are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6355059780664442233?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6355059780664442233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6355059780664442233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6355059780664442233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6355059780664442233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-officially-permanent-resident-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-7896437042833318569</id><published>2008-08-11T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:03:44.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOURTH time to the ICA Building today. And you know what, they asked me to come back another time.  O.O  I WAS FUMING INSIDE but of course I was still pretty much collected. Brought 2 books to study and a book to read. Planned properly already on how to spend that supposed 6hours waiting but end up...  -.- *steaming*  Lol. Tomorrow would be the FIFTH time I go there and they better approve. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's starting this coming Thursday. Sofast veryfast toofast. After exams end in another week, it'll be attachments. After attachments, holidays, and the start of a new semester. Sofast veryfast toofast. Ahaha. I think I'm going to be dead if I don't start revising. I haven't touched a single thing yet.  *urk* I can't seem to settle down enough to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today must be my worst day ever in the month. LOL. Made 2 futile trips  -.-ZZZ  I wonder what God is trying to teach me. Not to be lazy??? Hahaha. Gona make another one soon and it better not not be futile if not I'll blow. LOL. $*!$&amp;amp;%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics badminton is on NOW.!!! I should should have gone home. Rarh. I want to watch. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm going to study now. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pins&amp;amp; 1board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7896437042833318569?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7896437042833318569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7896437042833318569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7896437042833318569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7896437042833318569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/08/fourth-time-to-ica-building-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3209963216365070978</id><published>2008-08-08T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:23:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school todayyyy!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's 080808 by the way. Nice number. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Olympic Game's starting. I want to watch the Badminton matches but the timings are all wrong  -.-  Taufik Hidayat is still at Number 1.? Gogo Indo! Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTATIONS OVER. That's what I'm most most happy about.  *grins*&lt;br /&gt;I thought we didn't do our presentations quite well enough (Pharmacology&amp;amp; Medical Sociology), but surprisingly lecturers said it was good. With the exception of Health Psychology. Zzz. Ahh who cares.  =x  Just had Socio+Health Psychology test today too. 70% weightage. Lastminute studying and it paid off??? Ahahaha. Spent only like less than 3 hours studying both. Whew, I'm glad it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;FOR NOW at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gona&lt;/s&gt; HAVE TO chiong for exams starting next week already. 3 heavy modules to study for!!! Intense studying, I don't like. Ahaha.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kangen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3209963216365070978?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3209963216365070978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3209963216365070978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3209963216365070978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3209963216365070978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-of-school-todayyyy-d-oh-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8521791837168173375</id><published>2008-07-24T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:55:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The same &lt;u&gt;cockroach&lt;/u&gt; invaded my toilet for the THIRD TIME 3days in a row.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;The moment I went inside the toilet: *scouts for cockroach* O.O it's near the door! I was already inside the toilet. Howhowhow? *Makes a dash out of the toilet and shouts for maid to come to the rescue*&lt;br /&gt;First time: maid tried to whack it, scooted into the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Second time: I tried spraying it with water, but apparantly I missed, it went inside the cupboard again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Third time: finally, WHAM. Aha! Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more irritating cockroach to scare me off/ bother me while bathing already. :D&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do when my maid goes away. No one at home to kill bugs for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should buy insecticide and put ONE IN EVERY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;So let's see... One in the kitchen, one in the living room, one in dining room, one in study room, one in my bedroom, one in master's bedroom, one in toilet.&lt;br /&gt;That'll be... *counts*&lt;br /&gt;7 in total. Yea I'll make sure I get them before my maid goes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why one in each room so &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;So my logic is this. If you only have ONE can of insecticide, let's say... In the kitchen. Then the pest is in the toilet! Have to run all the way to the kitchen (not that it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; far, but anw.) and back to the toilet. And who knows, by the time I reach the toilet it'd have ran somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;But if I have a can in every room, I can conveniently just take the can and spray. Pssssstt. Time to practice my aiming skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Okayokay. Just pure entertainment above.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and sleep and I'm blurting nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8521791837168173375?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8521791837168173375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8521791837168173375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8521791837168173375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8521791837168173375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/same-cockroach-invaded-my-toilet-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3458686660867245965</id><published>2008-07-23T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:06:31.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next Week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Research Method ICA&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Medical Sociology ICA&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Pharmacology ICA &amp;amp; submission of Statistics ICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally FINALLY settled for Research Methods after debating on it for... 3 meetings? Hahaha. Very stressful but I enjoy debating with my groupmates. :D Mentally very draining but challenging. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slumps* The thought of exams coming in less than a month's time freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;PIANO EXAM is another major stressor. I'm not done with my last song yet. I'm not even familiar with it. Luckily it's the 2nd (middle) song. 'Cos since the FIRST and the LAST song makes the deepest impression, have to start and end well, the middle piece don't matter that much right? I WISH. Lolol. Argh. Everything's (Scales, Aural, Sight reading) fine except that that that irritating piece. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights.! Got to rest already. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3458686660867245965?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3458686660867245965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3458686660867245965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3458686660867245965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3458686660867245965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3547875445376173965</id><published>2008-07-14T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:15:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yap Yee Ling requested I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old do you wish you were? -i like it now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where were you when 9.11 happened? -uh.. that was.. how long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you do when vending machine steal your money? - go zzz and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4) Do you consider yourself kind? -definitely. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? -no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? - i'll think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you know your neighbors? - by face, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you consider a vacation? - time out from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you follow your horoscope? - nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you move for the person you loved? - move? move where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Are you touchy feely? - what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you believe tht opposites attract? - people with similar characters attract too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Dream job? - anything with the human touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Favourite channel? - the English channel? lol okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Favourite place to go on weekends? - you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Showers and baths? - Showers. Baths take up way to much time. I'ma busy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you paint your nails?- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you trust people easily?- no but trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your phobias?- er.. i wont say it out and let any of you grab the chance to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want kids?- i loveee kids. and they love me too  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?- hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Where would you rather be right now?- in the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy? - something in the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Heavy of light sleeper?- getting on to light i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you paranoid?- sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Are you impatient?- nope. at least not that i know of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Who can you relate to?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you been burnt by love?- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What's your favourite pick-up line? - cant think of one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What's you main ring tone on your mobile?- i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What are you doing at midnight last night?- trying to sleep with a perturbed mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What did the last text on your cellphone says?- not for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?- sylvia's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What colour shirt are you wearing?- grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Most recent movie you watch?- err.. forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Name three things that you have on you at the times.- money hp keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) What colour are your bed sheets?- white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) How much cash do you have with you right now?- don't rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What's your favourite town/city?- i like Europe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) I can't wait till? - Mr Frog jumps out of it's well. Aha kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What did you have for dinner last night? - what day was it yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) How tall are you bare footed?- 165&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Do you own a gun?- i wish i had one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?- milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?- hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Last thing you ate? - dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) What songs do you sing in the shower? - sing sang sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Last thing that made you laugh?- almond tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Worst injury you've ever had?- fell off from bicycle leaving a scar on my right elbow. oh! it's disappearing.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Does someone have a crush on you?- how would i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) What's your favourite candy?- sweets -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) What song do you want to play at your funeral?- i dont wish to die just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Your favourite song at the moment?- your song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Five random people to do this?- anyone who has the time. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. phew. hahahahaha  =x&lt;br /&gt;i need to go do my case study now. better get going.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3547875445376173965?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3547875445376173965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3547875445376173965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3547875445376173965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3547875445376173965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/yap-yee-ling-requested-i-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3410839333198780401</id><published>2008-07-04T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:47:17.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random.&lt;br /&gt;I like Joanne's msn nick.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone is going to hurt you in some way. It's up to you to decide who's worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3410839333198780401?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3410839333198780401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3410839333198780401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3410839333198780401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3410839333198780401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/random.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-906985747961268995</id><published>2008-06-17T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:31:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Certain things need not be said to be understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certain things that are understood need not be said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds the same, MEANS the same. Well maybe not to all of you. But to me, yes both of them have similar meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened in just a short two days. Oh yes, that includes things that are running through my mind right now. Hahaha. Don't blame me, I just tend to think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the same thing since the very beginning, and I don't know if I can take it any longer. Seems abit too unbearable nowadays, really.&lt;br /&gt;You know, when someone tells you something, maybe you can shove it to the back of your mind and not care about that &lt;em&gt;insignificant&lt;/em&gt; comment. But when more than one says the same thing, you HAVE to, you BETTER take that comment seriously. I mean, I'm sure you know why I say that. Because when more than one makes the same comment, it becomes a problem, not just a paranoia/ sensitivity/ think-too-much from the first person who said it.&lt;br /&gt;Been hounding me two days in a row. Yesterday it did, today too. So you see, it's not just me. It's not me and my sensitivity, it's not me and my paranoia, it's not me and my thinking too much. It's a FACT. I cannot stop talking about it, because behind me, all those things are still happening. It's like a silhouette, it's just there and you cannot get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;And, it always takes two hands to clap. Note: ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;But still, always in my &lt;em&gt;dil&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot to my crappy partner. Hahahaha. Yes, you see this. THANKS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo.! ONE more day to camp!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bwaha. Been 2 years plus since I last went for camp.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmhmmhmmm. :D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-906985747961268995?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/906985747961268995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=906985747961268995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/906985747961268995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/906985747961268995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/certain-things-need-not-be-said-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6272787894810363092</id><published>2008-06-13T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's okay to &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deliver&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but never, EVER &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deliver&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds confusing? Okay say, you call for a taxi. The operator says: "Your taxi will arrive in 5 to 7 minutes. Kindly proceed to your pick up location ...". BUT, you wait for 10minutes, &lt;em&gt;uh oh, taxi's late for 3minutes,&lt;/em&gt; and yet the taxi has yet to arrive. I'd say you must be exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;This, is &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deliver&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now in this case, the operator says: "Your taxi will arrive in 10-12minutes. Kindly... ...". But this time, in less than 7minutes, your taxi arrives to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;This, is &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deliver&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough? In the first case, you have every reason to be annoyed/ disatisfied with the customer service and so, have every reason to lodge a complain against the company. After all, why call for a taxi if you're not in a hurry, right? In the latter, well, self-explanatory. You will be satisfied with the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to say, I promise you. It's easy to say it with assurance. But easy to deliver? Definitely not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promises are made from one's very soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If one is broken, it leaves a deep hole;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One that can not mend, nor be undone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but burns us all, then evil has won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold true to promise, no matter the cost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if you are true, no soul shall be lost.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not written by myself, I'm not so much of a poet. It's written by &lt;a href="http://humanstick.deviantart.com/"&gt;Humanstick&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLOdedGyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LNrLyLpn0SI/s1600-h/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211380799367879458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLOdedGyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LNrLyLpn0SI/s320/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLOoEmBxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Nw2trKoms3I/s1600-h/Broken_promises__by_ifounddarkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211380802212202258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLOoEmBxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Nw2trKoms3I/s320/Broken_promises__by_ifounddarkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you. o.O???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alot nicer to eat M&amp;amp;Ms like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLO3gx8uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vcgb2NuD5wI/s1600-h/MnM__s_Chocolate_by_divulge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211380806356955874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLO3gx8uI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vcgb2NuD5wI/s320/MnM__s_Chocolate_by_divulge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLO5gCBsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UiBVUtKzhbw/s1600-h/broken_promises_by_autum_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211380806890686146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLO5gCBsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UiBVUtKzhbw/s320/broken_promises_by_autum_rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just leave you with very much provoked thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I hope. If I didn't means I... Failed.&lt;br /&gt;Failed to achieve what I intended to do.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;Please do not comment if you find the above a chunk of... of...&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway, went to eat lunch with mom and her friends today. Alot of things they said I couldn't really understand. But mom's friend mentioned about charity shows and all that. DON'T CALL TO DONATE MONEY. Example would be the Myanmar's cyclone. I don't know what they have la, call in to donate money blabla. I heard from them that the money does not reach the cyclone-hit part of the country, but the corrupted government has gotten hold of them. Some communist stuff which I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a splitting headache and a contracting uterus lining. I think I need to rest soon. Gdnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6272787894810363092?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6272787894810363092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6272787894810363092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6272787894810363092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6272787894810363092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-okay-to-under-promise-but-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SFKLOdedGyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LNrLyLpn0SI/s72-c/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-2121817654341060470</id><published>2008-06-10T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Irvan had a surgery done on Monday. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bqJj2RQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y3E0UbhJ2Ic/s1600-h/DSC00092%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132229848974594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bqJj2RQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y3E0UbhJ2Ic/s320/DSC00092%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bqm1HY_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4dw9cjGZt3Y/s1600-h/DSC00094%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132237706028018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="323" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bqm1HY_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4dw9cjGZt3Y/s320/DSC00094%5B1%5D" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bq8MYN9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/p_qgktq7yTQ/s1600-h/DSC00097%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132243440744402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bq8MYN9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/p_qgktq7yTQ/s320/DSC00097%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4brDB-iHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SqsOaS_C-lc/s1600-h/DSC00101%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132245276166258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4brDB-iHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SqsOaS_C-lc/s320/DSC00101%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The porridge there taste good okay! I wonder why the patients in SGH are complaining about how unpalatable the food is. (My brother did not go to SGH by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;He's now immobile. Lol okay, not that serious. Just &lt;u&gt;refrain&lt;/u&gt; from walking about too much. Didn't complain of any pain at all surprisingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4eFg3ZsQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/7ZGZhTYmxks/s1600-h/DSC00107%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210134898984726786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4eFg3ZsQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/7ZGZhTYmxks/s320/DSC00107%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4eF62cr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dr483txL8Mc/s1600-h/DSC00108%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210134905960050674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4eF62cr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dr483txL8Mc/s320/DSC00108%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot the difference.! HAHA.! Okay fine. Just different colour tags. Moving on to Year 2 attachments! Can't wait until after holidays. Kidddds. No wait, I don't want holidays to end just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay gdnight.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. You know it means alot to me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2121817654341060470?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2121817654341060470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2121817654341060470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2121817654341060470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2121817654341060470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/irvan-had-surgery-done-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SE4bqJj2RQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y3E0UbhJ2Ic/s72-c/DSC00092%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-251036679207920766</id><published>2008-06-09T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:57:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite surprised at how I can actually fill my week up with activities despite my mum being here. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there... Hmmm. Okay nothing else. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-251036679207920766?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/251036679207920766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=251036679207920766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/251036679207920766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/251036679207920766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-quite-surprised-at-how-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5611697819869829313</id><published>2008-06-08T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:02:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to say. I'll just leave you with an abstract quote that I've been inspired with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that trickle down your face can be seen, but those that bleeds from deep within the heart can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I'm fine (:  Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5611697819869829313?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5611697819869829313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5611697819869829313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5611697819869829313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5611697819869829313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6235770209754148887</id><published>2008-06-06T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:31:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now's 1.14am and I'm still awake 'cos I just crammed for Bio Prac Test tomorrow. What a great way to study uh. Hahaha. Yeahhh. Cleared a test and a presentation yesterday! B+ for Presentation, passed for test. Like what Yus said, "as long as pass can already don't care about the grade!" Lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last test paper in 14hours time and I'm freeeeeeeee!! Ya right -.- Got to go back to school almost everyday to do project. FIVE projects to complete within the holidays. *slumps* But yeah, group 3's slow and steady. Haha! We've done well for 2 presentations and we'll conquer the rest as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayeayea. And a friend whom I've brought to church before said that he saw a great change in me since Sec4. Then he asked me what brought the change. Yeap! Testimony shared :D But, it's going to be a tough nut to crack la. *knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I get high after midnight. Hmmm... Talking nonsense on msn. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay. Off to sleep before I get deprived. Gona be a longlong day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6235770209754148887?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6235770209754148887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6235770209754148887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6235770209754148887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6235770209754148887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/nows-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1403228036129681492</id><published>2008-06-01T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. Someone just called. My brother picked up, passed the phone to me "I don't know who's he". Okay so I listened, and that guy has this weird xx accent (I better not say lest I get charged or something) saying, "someone used this number to call my phone on 30th may 1145pm." So I replied "err.. I think wrong number." Then that guy said "ya I know wrong number but can you please dial more carefully next time so won't call the wrong number and disturb other people at midnight." Me goes "okay sorry." *slams* Like..... WHATTTT??? LOL. Madguy la. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Indiana Jones with Irvan. The cinema was pathetically small I tell you.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SEKlk_qED8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/V8wfhDuMmZg/s1600-h/DSC00072%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206906174175449026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SEKlk_qED8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/V8wfhDuMmZg/s320/DSC00072%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we chose the wrong seats. -.- But anyway. Not bad, just that I was half asleep. Lol. Just as I was while watching Ironman, so I didn't find the show particularly interesting or whatever. Both of us were covering our ears like 1/4 of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gona be busy with school work this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- Reseatch Methods, Adult Nursing ICA Presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Biology Practical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*slumps* I don't like doing tests, but at least our tests are mostly MCQs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An SMS I received from my mum's friend, so it's all in indo, translation goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ask from God for a fresh flower, but He gave us a cactus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ask for a butterfly, but He gave a caterpillar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sad and disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the cactus bloom and produced a beautiful flower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even the caterpillar turn into a butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God does not give us what we want, but what we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be sad, disappointed or hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but He always gives what is best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from a book I read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Bible is to God what a surgical glove is to the surgeon. He reaches through them to touch deep within you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: Be encouraged to read God's Word everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1403228036129681492?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1403228036129681492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1403228036129681492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1403228036129681492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1403228036129681492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/SEKlk_qED8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/V8wfhDuMmZg/s72-c/DSC00072%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-7036907918125212521</id><published>2008-06-01T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:11:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;92 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.! Try it.!  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7036907918125212521?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7036907918125212521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7036907918125212521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7036907918125212521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7036907918125212521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/92-words-href-speed-test-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4844680986738583946</id><published>2008-05-22T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:00:08.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know all of us are very annoyed/ irritated by the so called 'God' who's been tagging nonsense on our blogs. Since this person craves for attention so much, let's do the opposite, IGNORE this person. The more we reply, the more attention he'll get, right? And so the more it'll satisfy his NEED for attention. So simply, ignorance is bliss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I put an end to this, let me tell you, '&lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt;', why you shouldn't do this.&lt;br /&gt;1. You're using God's name in vain, and have broken the third commandment as stated in God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;2. God's Word will NEVER change.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanks for telling us what God can do in our lives, but I'm pretty sure we all know it AND have experienced it alot more than you do. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. You're making yourself a nuisance, like what Freda said.&lt;br /&gt;5. Instead of MISLEADING us, THANKS for making us UNITED to rebuke you. Your plan won't work. Rejoice, friends! Because Satan actually made us united. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys can name alotalot more than this. But, let's just STOP bothering about this person.? God will deal with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4844680986738583946?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4844680986738583946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4844680986738583946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4844680986738583946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4844680986738583946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-all-of-us-are-very-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6014555072707536289</id><published>2008-05-21T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:32:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highlight of the day, AndyOng said our Social Psychology presentation was very good!  :D  :D  You don't know how exhilarated I was when I heard him say that okay. 'Cos I really thought that we're not gonna make it. Hahahahaha. After re-editing our scripts so many times, well done group 3!  (:  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning today was supposed to have extra lab class. But well, my group had meeting to rehearse our presentation first. Heard from classmates that a teacher from another group went to use the lab that OUR class booked for HIS lesson. When some of my classmates were there, he told them that he'd be using the lab for an hour, and then after that our class can use it. Then so we went back to the same lab an hour later, and know what that teacher said? "I'm using this class till 11."  Infuriating or not?!! In the first place he didn't even book the lab, and he claimed he did. Then he's like acting like he has all the rights to be in that lab. In the end he got us another lab, which was vacant since that ONE HOUR ago which he told our class to wait for his class.  And this same teacher is taking us for Pharmacology ICA Presentation. Oh mannn, I already am biased towards him.  =x  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else regarding classes happened. Lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Workload's KILLING man.&lt;br /&gt;Week 7 Wednesday: 0900-Nursing Lab Practical, 1200-Statistics, 1600-Nursing Lab Theory.  (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 Monday: Outline of Health Psychology ICA&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Adult Nursing ICA Presentation, Research Methods&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Bio Practical, Outline of Pharmacology ICA&lt;br /&gt;*triplefaints*  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the countless of times waterdroplets have trickled down...&lt;br /&gt;-Sighs, this is one thing I relate to illusionary correlation.&lt;br /&gt;IdontlikeIdontlikeIdontlike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6014555072707536289?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6014555072707536289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6014555072707536289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6014555072707536289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6014555072707536289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/05/highlight-of-day-andyong-said-our.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-9220668389316688411</id><published>2008-05-14T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:26:22.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Periodic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. I've never had such cramps before. Feels like contractions.  o.o  Hahaha! Of the uterus lining la. Is it??? Whatever. Plus back pain, and it was freezing this morning. It's not PREms. But lasts throughout. And it's another one of those days. I feel more 'down' easily. Waaaa. (NO, not mood swing, just annoyed because of the constant pain. SianMuang told me we get more sleepy easily too. LOL. Excuse for me sleeping in class.  =P) Please excuse me. All these will be over in another 5days thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just volunteered to be leader for Health Psychology a few days back. Because no one in my group wanted to take it. Psych's been labelled as confusing/irritating/avoid-as-much-as-possible module. Lol. And I don't know if I just brought trouble on myself by taking up this role. Social Psychology's already killing me. Now, another psychology subject. Mai told me, next semester you also take 'Abnormal Psychology'. *faints*  Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling I'll fail my Nursing Lab Practical. Omgoodness. This is one module not anyone can afford failing. Well, there is a retest, but who wants to risk that one chance right?&lt;br /&gt;Tube tube tube and MORE TUBES. I'm so far only familiarised with urine catheter. Practiced twice &lt;s&gt;already&lt;/s&gt; only actually. Uh, have yet to get hands on on the rest. Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2's already so... Hectic. Imagine the workload we'll have in Year 3.  O.O *suffocates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. There's been TWO cases of burglary in the block next to mine (806) quite recently. I think 3days ago? 5th floor, side by side. No break in, heard from security guard (I actually dared to ask. Okayokay, I'm way past that i-don't-dare-to-talk-to-strangers phase.) that the burglar went inside the house from the balcony? FIFTH floor imagine. Lucky thing he (okay I will not be biased) OR she did not slip and fall. If not we'd have a 'non-attempted suicide' case right here and that'd be so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I half know why such a thing can happen. We have security guards here hello?!!! That's for saying if the burglar's an outsider la. If it's some internal affairs then hands off security guards. I saw one sleeping on the chair while on night duty.  -.-  What are they paid for you tell me. When I went inside the lobby he jerked to the sound of my footsteps. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighttt, okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking on a new challenge next week! Excited+nervous+scared+happy! Finally something to breakthrough.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for mum, Irvan&amp;amp; Cecil(&amp;amp;Rico) to be here. Fasterfaster!&lt;br /&gt;And cos by then holidays would be starting. I needa break from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay. Time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Hotcoldhotcold. Takecare everyone! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-9220668389316688411?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/9220668389316688411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=9220668389316688411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/9220668389316688411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/9220668389316688411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/05/periodic.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1060938276738148093</id><published>2008-05-02T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:33:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Beauty is sitting behind me.! Guess who! Hahahaha.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1060938276738148093?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1060938276738148093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1060938276738148093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1060938276738148093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1060938276738148093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/05/black-beauty-is-sitting-behind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6801135460126119069</id><published>2008-04-26T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:42:15.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the doldrums now. A period of stagnation, a period of unhappy listlessness. I 'excrete' water so much more than I consume them. Maybe that should explain the light-headedness today. I hope this period will not last long. It's a test from God? I don't know. Please do pray for me. Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep early today and hopefully tomorrow will be a fresh new day. I'm sorry if I wasn't being myself at all for the past few days, truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6801135460126119069?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6801135460126119069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6801135460126119069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6801135460126119069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6801135460126119069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-doldrums-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6286142363875909983</id><published>2008-04-25T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:30:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The teacher who was supposed to take us for 3hour lectures today wasn't feeling well, so she decided to postpone the lectures for over a period of 2days. -.-zz Howww nice of her. Next Friday we were scheduled not to have any lessons, but there's THIS lecture- which I'll most probably skip. And then again, this module is rather important. Aah, shall decide when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did my subgroup do for the first hour of postponed lecture? Having alot of 'fun' confusing ourselves with theories and concepts of SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY. This subject I tell you, is veryveryveryveryveryveryVERY confusing. Hahahaha. But I like it so much 'cos it's very mind intriguing, very thought provoking. (So maybe this is where I should put my 'think-too-much to good use eh? Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings which are common sense are sometimes, most of the time in fact, contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;Abscense makes the heart grow fonder vs Out sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Too many cooks spoil the soup vs Two heads are better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for certain things like: To alter the way people act, they first need to change their hearts and minds. True or false? Most of us would have answered true. Like what we always hear in sermons, they way we think determines the way we feel determines the way we act. But psychologically, things can be reversed. What?? You mean the way we act can actually change the way we think and feel???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the example given. In the olden days arranged marriages were very common. So a couple has no choice but to marry someone they may, or usually, may not like. But what to do? The wife still has to take care of the husband right? (How unfair. LOL) So from here, as she knows more about him and take care of him more throughout the days, weeks, months and years, she will eventually grow to love him. (Weird? I think so. Hahaha) So this explains the way we act can actually change the way we think and feel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I boring you guys out with this? I've got nothing else to write anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6286142363875909983?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6286142363875909983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6286142363875909983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6286142363875909983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6286142363875909983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/teacher-who-was-supposed-to-take-us-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6380794337403747384</id><published>2008-04-21T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:46:26.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only after so many months of being comfortable at where I am now did I realise that I was actually running away from a problem all along. A problem that I thought had once been solved actually never had. I just thought/ pretended it had because I chose not to face it. And it just dawned upon me that... I'll still have to pick up everything that I had chosen to leave behind. How cruel it is that a once tiny issue can mount up to a bigger one. It's like saying: 'I'm having a headache. But I guess this is just normal. Maybe I'm too stressed/ tired." Then you choose to ignore the headache thinking that it will be gone after a few hours. But who knows, a simple headache can actually be a symptom of brain cancer?  (Okay, I'm exaggerating a little here just so that you can picture what I'm trying to say. I'm not really sure if a headache can actually be a symptom of brain cancer.)  Like it or not, the problem will still persist whether you choose to face it, or feign it. *forces a smile out*  At times such as this I feel so alone. I know there are people who care and will give support. Yes, I seriously know and I do appreciate all that, really. But it's just that... Some things cannot be easily expressed in words. And you'll never know how one is feeling unless/ until you have been in the same shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think alot. Too much in fact. I just let imaginations run through my mind when it actually never happened before. I once told myself that I could probably write a book out of my imagination. That's really how much I can think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are right, it's time to get out of my comfort zone yet again. It's definitely not going to be easy, but nothing's impossible with God. The only assurance I can hold onto now, and still in the future. Let me take that huge step of faith through the invisible wall in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Step out with me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6380794337403747384?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6380794337403747384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6380794337403747384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6380794337403747384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6380794337403747384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-after-so-many-months-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1880657259597328854</id><published>2008-04-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:17:31.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yayyy. The 'long-awaited' day has finally arrived. -.-zz Midnight already and still not asleep on a school day! Hahaha. Must get out of this holiday sleeping pattern. If not can really forget about concentration&amp;amp; A-ssss. But seriously, all the modules I'll be taking are... Going to be boring? I couldn't even bother to read one slide when I flipped through the lecture notes. -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll be looking forward to tomorrow would probably be some good catching up with the classmates! (: And badminton during break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, off to bed now. BIO first lesson. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saved me out of a whirlpool. Thanks for that. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1880657259597328854?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1880657259597328854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1880657259597328854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1880657259597328854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1880657259597328854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-7846192835424264058</id><published>2008-04-08T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:20:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time table's out! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, the modules I'll be taking are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;HS 2124- Adult Nursing 2&lt;br /&gt;HS 2126- Nursing Laboratory 2B&lt;br /&gt;HS 2128- BioScience 2B&lt;br /&gt;HS 2129- Pharmacology 1&lt;br /&gt;HS 2132- Health, Med&amp;amp; Soc PPR&lt;br /&gt;HS 2133- Health&amp;amp; Socio Psychology&lt;br /&gt;HS 2134- Research Methodology&lt;br /&gt;HS 2135- Statistics&lt;br /&gt;HS 2137- Nursing Practice 2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I've got BioScience lesson right SMACK on the very first day of school at 9AM. -.-ZZZ And guess what again, I have break from 11-4 on the same day, with lesson ending at 5. -.-ZZZZZZZZZZZ How wonderful. And what, NINE subjects again?!! Why can't they just break them up into smaller portions. Ugh. Night class on &lt;s&gt;Wednesday&lt;/s&gt; Thursday 6-8 for Nursing Lab. -.- What a great timing. Okay enough of complaining, let's get the studying momentum ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's so funny. Early in the morning when he woke up: "Ma, today's my birthday can you cook INDOMIE (Maggie Mee) for me later.? HAHAHA. What a request. Maggie noodles on his birthday. Lololol. Well that just shows how good Indomie is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving today was... Very tensed. I think if I were to be on the roads by myself, I'd knock myself dead. HAHA. =x&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was crap today. He asked me some English stuff.&lt;br /&gt;" 'Why' is &lt;em&gt;kenapa (why) &lt;/em&gt;in English right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Kenapa (why) &lt;/em&gt;why?"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Another one.&lt;br /&gt;"What is &lt;em&gt;gak tau (I don't know) &lt;/em&gt;in English?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know?? You study in Singapore for so long and yet you don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Noo... I don't know is I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, I'm sure you know."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know IS I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;-.- -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost knocked pedestrians TWICE. *Gasps* 'Cos I was changing gear looking down. Lol. Oops. Okay, that's about it for today.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7846192835424264058?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7846192835424264058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7846192835424264058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7846192835424264058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7846192835424264058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-tables-out-finally-regina-modules.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-7330890658620673633</id><published>2008-04-08T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:48:11.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.Today would be the busiest day of my stay here.&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic Guitar&amp;amp; Piano Jazz classes, and ending off with Driving lesson! Will only be back home... Presumably by 5. -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, alrights! Off to class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRVAN!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7330890658620673633?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7330890658620673633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7330890658620673633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7330890658620673633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7330890658620673633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-would-be-busiest-day-of-my-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1863745752162125770</id><published>2008-04-06T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:14:07.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I foresee Red Devil dying on me anytime soon. Previously it died on me after running for 5 rounds. Yesterday, it's health deteriorated and it died shortly after 3 rounds. -Sighs, I can't bear to part with my faithful &lt;em&gt;friend &lt;/em&gt;who has been with me for the past 3years or so. Tried to salvage it. I thought of why the battery would die so fast. Earpiece? I tried THREE different brands. Different livespan for all, but still, it's gona die die die. I wanted to say your theory of 'dropping hair because of higher frequency/ wavelength (radiation)' may be proved right. But well, now it doesn't. Okay anyway, this is crap.&lt;br /&gt;If anyofyou still don't get it, Red Devil is my iPod.  -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I played pool with my family.&lt;br /&gt;My dad became our personal coach. Hahaha. He still could tell me, "by playing this, I can tell you if your Math is good or not. And yours is not quite good." Oh wow, thanks Dad, I'm impressed. -.-  Irvan's really good! His second time playing, and people at the table next to ours were looking at him, impressed at how a young boy could play so well. Aha.  The ambience was very different from what you get in Singapore. You have all sorts of &lt;em&gt;ah bengs &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;ah lians &lt;/em&gt;there, but I saw mostly business people here. And I think they combined a small pub just for people to hang out there and listen to 'live' music. We had Indonesian Idol singing for us yesterday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is still, it's not a non-smoking place there, so all of us reeked of tobacco when we left the place. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm gona learn driving starting tomorrow! :D  =/  I'm... Uhuhuh, quite scared actually. If I'm in Singapore at least it's still okay, clean, tidy roads. But here?!! Two lanes can become three.  -.-  Ah heck if I knock another car. Hahaha. Learning everyday till I go back Singapore.  o.o  It's only about $60 for 5 lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Freda! You can come here to take lessons before going back to take the practical test. Guaranteed to pass 'cos the roads here are much much more hectic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start school! Year 2. Familiar faces once again. But, our class will never be the same again without Izhar. No more QYL&lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;SS. Ohwell, we're gona change groupings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are still at me for choosing Nursing after ONE YEAR in this course. Ugh. Told my dad, "I want to deal with PEOPLE, not tons of PAPER. I want to handle LIFE PEOPLE, not DEAD MACHINES."  I've never thought of moving out of the healthcare line. That's... just where I am. I can't imagine myself dealing with paperwork/ machines everyday. I'd die there really. My mum said "since that time you said you want to take Counselling Degree, why not go counsel the workers at my dad's factory after they've been scolded by him.  -.- -.- -.-  HAHA funnyfunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights! That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;1week! A whole new adventure awaits.............&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1863745752162125770?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1863745752162125770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1863745752162125770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1863745752162125770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1863745752162125770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-foresee-red-devil-dying-on-me-anytime.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6178111674620553892</id><published>2008-03-27T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-tBSdYo0dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rOiwip1dKsA/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182307581601305042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-tBSdYo0dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rOiwip1dKsA/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist taking pictures of the sky. So picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished tennis lesson with my brother. One word: FUN!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;But I have a blister on my thumb now ):  *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher complimented that I play well for a first timer. Hahaha. Of course I still prefer playing badminton. My mum suggested I take up tennis lessons back in Singapore since I &lt;u&gt;have nothing to do.&lt;/u&gt; Wanted to tell her "ya right, nothing to do..."  Lol.  Okay anyway, looking forward to tomorrow's tennis lesson again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that excites me most would be next week's Acoustic Guitar&amp;amp; Piano Jazz lessons.   :D :D Double yay. Hahaha. So &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; now. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;I think the next time I come back to Indo I should have all these events lined up. So at least I'm doing something productive.  (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about buying piano, I MUST I MUST I MUST ask my dad today. Ugh.  *Musters courage*  (Crap, is there even a need for this  o.O???)  Lol. Hmm. But... it's gona cost (duh). And I still have so many other new things I wana take up. Like... Vocal class? Lol. &lt;s&gt;I'm so expensive to keep.  =x&lt;/s&gt;  HAHAHA. Kidding  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truely, since young, I've been "Ma/Pa I want to learn/buy piano. Ma/Pa I want to buy guitar. Ma/Pa I want to... ..."  Never really gave much thought on y'know, where the money comes from and all that.  =/  I wonder, &lt;s&gt;how does it feel like not to have all these&lt;/s&gt;.  And then again, other people would wonder, how will it feel like to be r***.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the value of a dollar. Yes, I know. I admit.  -Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I am so reflective about this. Lol. Good thing la. Butbutbut, DEFINITELY not *emo*  (:&lt;br /&gt;Shall keep track of what I spend on and such. Less of flagging for small vehicles, more for bigger ones. LOL. Hmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Please take care to those of you who're sick. If not you're not allowed to eat Pizza coming Saturday.   xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6178111674620553892?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6178111674620553892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6178111674620553892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6178111674620553892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6178111674620553892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-resist-taking-pictures-of-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-tBSdYo0dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rOiwip1dKsA/s72-c/IMG_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-4968404510995032681</id><published>2008-03-23T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:12.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anata wa watashi no chiisai no nikki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! I'm back in Indo. Guess it's back to the same old routine-d stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up, watch tv, go out, use lappy, dinner, watch tv/ us lappy, sleep. LOL. No, now on top of that I've decided to join my brother for tennis lessons. And I wanted to learn how to drive (since... Very very long ago). Okay anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random. I find today's clouds particularly pretty. Made me feel like 'fluffing' around the clouds. Hahaha. Sadly I didn't get to sit window this time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-Z00NYo0cI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8FTjbEJVceU/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956861631353282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-Z00NYo0cI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8FTjbEJVceU/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie marathon's on again I guess! Hahahahaha.  -.-zz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright! Just hope it won't be too boring here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4968404510995032681?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4968404510995032681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4968404510995032681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4968404510995032681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4968404510995032681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/anata-wa-watashi-no-chiisai-no-nikki.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R-Z00NYo0cI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8FTjbEJVceU/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-8824956169636785763</id><published>2008-03-20T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:45:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes when we think we are keeping a secret, that secret is actually keeping us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF ATTACHMENT!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;Truly a good experience this time. Especially this week, where I'm the only student in 2rooms having 17patients. The previous week there were 5students. See the big difference??? After the 4other Year 2s left, I thought: "DIE, how am I going to cope with so many patients ALONE. Especially those who are not-so-healthy in the mind? (If you catch what I'm trying to say. Haha)"  But now I prefer it without them, 'cos I get to do alot more things. If they were still working then I'd be snatching for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, off to work first ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8824956169636785763?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8824956169636785763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8824956169636785763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8824956169636785763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8824956169636785763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-when-we-think-we-are-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4321724628628778926</id><published>2008-03-15T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:10:45.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only 9pm and everyone (except me&amp;amp; mum) is already resting. O.O  IF LIKE THAT EVERYDAY HOW?!!! Lol. But anyway luckily my grandparents and cousin are sleeping in the master bedroom, my mum, bro and I are sleeping in my room. *coughx10*  "NOISY LA". Hahaha.  =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Underwater World tomorrow. Gotta wake up at 8  T.T   Hope it'll be fun, if not  -.-zzz  Grandparents promised my 8years old cousin to bring him go play, so well, what to do? Lol so cute my grandfather woke up asking who's coughing, and offered to help me fill up my water bottle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 4hours ahead of my usual bedtime now, how to sleeeeeeep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates tomorrow, if I bother to. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Take care alrights! Sick period now. Drink more water and rest more. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4321724628628778926?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4321724628628778926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4321724628628778926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4321724628628778926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4321724628628778926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-only-9pm-and-everyone-except-me-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3160181899091022844</id><published>2008-03-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:14:03.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attachment at Polyclinic is SUPER boring okay. Yesterday was at least better, I was in the Immunization Room (Children's) :D At first I didn't dare play with the kids. Lol but slowly got warmed up with the whole thing, managed to play with 3 (: I think half the time the nurse was educating the parent about the Immunization I wasn't listening 'cos I was concentrating too much on the kids!!! HAHA. And I have another parent asking the kid to call me 'aunty' -.-ZZ Don't laugh okay. Hahaha. The previous time was when I was wearing NPCC uniform doing that traffic road duty. Then the primary school kids went 'aunty help me sign!' What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, went to Diabetes side. I really was sitting on the chair and dozing off. No cases for quite a while, and I've read all the phamplets there is there. In the afternoon was Health Screening Room, even more boring. NOTHING to do. But not as boring la. 'Cos the staff nurse there chatted with us. Haha. So, so far for these two days, only took HEIGHT AND WEIGHT. See how boring??? The rest of the procedures we can only observe. Siannn. 3more days 3more days. Counting down. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the seriousness of my wound sort of like got around the nurses today. =x  This nurse saw my wound, then she called my nurse IC, then went to ask Sister nurse to double check if the wound's infected. Lol. And she told me that the Sister is &lt;strong&gt;infection control &lt;/strong&gt;Sister  o.o  Was so scared she wouldn't allow me to go for work. Hahahaa.  In the end this nurse went to buy dressing and Normal Saline solution with me and helped me do dressing. Heh.  Lousy doctor la. Still say it's healing when that outer layer was actually PUS. Still say nevermind leave it exposed.  -.-  Bottomline- nurses are still the best caregivers  :D  So now is flesh under the dressing.  Eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today's Wednesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning a lecturer came to 'visit' us  O.O  Hahaha. And so coincidentally 2 people were late. Lol. She called us the "FANTASTIC SEVEN".  LOL. Inside joke arh. We were the first and only group who wrote our module number wrongly, supposed to be 1099, but we wrote 1093. Lol. Plus alot of other things la. Hahaha. Today's most boring, most fun, most interesting day so far. Very contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most boring 'cos we had a 1 hour talk. Think everyone (including staff nurses) were dozing off. Lol. And as usual, FREEZING COLD. 18degrees inside a polyclinic room. Numbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most fun, 7of us really talked and joked and stuff.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most interesting, saw how they did 'pap smear'- a procedure done to detect early signs of cervical cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay whatever. Getting late and boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3160181899091022844?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3160181899091022844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3160181899091022844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3160181899091022844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3160181899091022844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/attachment-at-polyclinic-is-super.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2247762011482748282</id><published>2008-03-02T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:13.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTE: GROSS PICTURES BELOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASPS* 10x7 cm bruise (blue-black) on my inner thigh. O.O&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. *RUBS* ouchouch.&lt;br /&gt;This is what that's causing me to drag my feet when I walk. Plus the scrape on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R8mKaTSkV1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/gD62aa7tYug/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172817831471109970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R8mKaTSkV1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/gD62aa7tYug/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I don't know how to take care of this wound. Everytime I put anti-septic cream, got shiny pus like thing coming out. o.o I hope I don't get an infection please. Attachments' starting like... TOMORROW. I can't afford to fall sick. Yikes. Please do pray for healing for me. Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one fall already like that. If I were to tell my mum about this, she'll sure say "see told you this year's going to be an unlucky year for you." -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Grossed out??? Well if you already are, THAT THING IS ON MY SKIN! Lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with Sijia a few days back. I wana say that I really treasure you as a friend (: Really enjoy talking to you about anything everything. Yupyup. I can say that so far, you're the only friend who understands me without even me saying much things. :D Should meet up occassionaly (yeah, cos we're busy women right! Haha) for catch ups. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things have been happening recently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Souffles&amp;amp; Burnt Toasts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for a breakthrough...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2247762011482748282?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2247762011482748282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2247762011482748282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2247762011482748282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2247762011482748282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/note-gross-pictures-below.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R8mKaTSkV1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/gD62aa7tYug/s72-c/IMG_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-7869112343567109022</id><published>2008-02-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:43:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will blog... More on Sunday. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Outing @ East Coast later! Excited to see all you classmates again after 'soooooooooo' long  :D Right QY! Hahahaha. 1week's really long when you've great classmates.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look forward to attachments 'cos of the distance I've to travel.  -.-ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really looking forward to a whole new experience (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster ride.  *Dizzy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7869112343567109022?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7869112343567109022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7869112343567109022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7869112343567109022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7869112343567109022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8549598832188339543</id><published>2008-02-17T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:53:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum asked my maid to cook curry for me, and it has to include 1 egg, 1chicken, and 1 tofu. I was like "HUH? For what???"  Hahaha, then I concluded that my mum must have gone to the temple to pray or something then the whatever-it's-called says I have to eat curry.   -.-&lt;br /&gt;Just now she called and said I must be careful while on the way home/ crossing the road and stuff. So I asked her "ma, why these few days you so random?"  Lol. Then she said that this year's a bad year for me. For my sis and bro too.  Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gona have any bad years 'cos I've God with me! Yeahhhh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying's a choorreeeeee.  Zzzzzz.  Didn't really study for the first paper- Nursing of Childbearing Family and Children. I guessed I pulled this paper through rather well, considering that I just barely barely read through the lecture notes. Wahaha. That's what I call- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;intelligent guesses&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At first when I counted, I thought I could just get a borderline pass. But then, my good friend Regina kept flipping through her lecture notes to check for answers, kept telling her not to since paper's already over. But anyway, I got more correct answers!!!  :D Hahahahaha. Thanks for re-assuring me indirectly ah friend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO's a killer man. Shouldn't have been sleeping/ not concentrating like half the lesson time. Zzz. What to do? Very very boring. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.   )x&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to take sub paper for this.   -.-  Problem is, I think I won't be in Singapore already. SO HOW?! Hahaha.  Zzz. &lt;br /&gt;(Pardon all the Zzz-ing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa. Can't wait for exams to be over. I don't want attachments to start so soon though  =/  More play time pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry again for dinner  -.-  Sian or not. Tsk. In the end I just ate the egg and a few spoons of rice with soup. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying Bio just now, I ended up watching &lt;em&gt;Herbie Fullyloaded&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.  =X  Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightalrightt. Back to study. Zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8549598832188339543?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8549598832188339543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8549598832188339543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8549598832188339543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8549598832188339543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mum-asked-my-maid-to-cook-curry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-653798776523512208</id><published>2008-02-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:17.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;Okay shall blog about my trip back to Indo for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BaM6-RJzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/E8uubfMb3P4/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165727950629316402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BaM6-RJzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/E8uubfMb3P4/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BaO6-RJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7-WunYDGAkk/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165727984989054786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BaO6-RJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7-WunYDGAkk/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually thought that the picture on the left was a real airplane. Then my brother show me the picture on the right and I went -.- Hahaha. Good photography skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, "a flight to remember" zzz. Hahaha. The queue was supersuper long. Think there were more than a hundred people queueing in front of me to check in. Jumped queue, but in the end, still had to rush to board the plane. Lol. First time like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blabla. I'll talk about things which has pictures la. If not very boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BdBa-RJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/5leVenAIee4/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165731051595704146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BdBa-RJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/5leVenAIee4/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BdCK-RJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/BAOYUCMH1D4/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165731064480606050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BdCK-RJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/BAOYUCMH1D4/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason I took this is because the McDonald burgers there... Is like, miny sized? Lol. I wanted to eat Mc ice cream so we went to Mc drive-thru and they bought lunch there. Hahaha.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfp6-RJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rblk8Fagvis/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165733946403661682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfp6-RJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rblk8Fagvis/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfq6-RJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/EhesS0htbe4/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165733963583530882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfq6-RJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/EhesS0htbe4/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfra-RJ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0IWs42M31XY/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165733972173465490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bfra-RJ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0IWs42M31XY/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BgcK-RJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5oVHyII3DFk/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165734809692088226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BgcK-RJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5oVHyII3DFk/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Malang from Surabaya. Aftermath of landslide, still under repair.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BiA6-RJ7I/AAAAAAAAARE/tZQwirXY73Q/s1600-h/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165736540563908530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BiA6-RJ7I/AAAAAAAAARE/tZQwirXY73Q/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BiBq-RJ8I/AAAAAAAAARM/VwzcARcTLTY/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165736553448810434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BiBq-RJ8I/AAAAAAAAARM/VwzcARcTLTY/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditional &lt;em&gt;becak &lt;/em&gt;and a roadside stall... Haha bored anyhow take pictures.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmD6-RJ9I/AAAAAAAAARU/PiK1DQ24HoE/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165740990150027218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmD6-RJ9I/AAAAAAAAARU/PiK1DQ24HoE/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmEa-RJ-I/AAAAAAAAARc/T6pXyzlf4O4/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165740998739961826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmEa-RJ-I/AAAAAAAAARc/T6pXyzlf4O4/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum with niece; nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmE6-RJ_I/AAAAAAAAARk/57OllrjsMqA/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165741007329896434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmE6-RJ_I/AAAAAAAAARk/57OllrjsMqA/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmFa-RKAI/AAAAAAAAARs/kQSX7yxjuUE/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165741015919831042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmFa-RKAI/AAAAAAAAARs/kQSX7yxjuUE/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmF6-RKBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/96YdgO5gVVc/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165741024509765650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BmF6-RKBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/96YdgO5gVVc/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay not proper pictures of the HUGE house. Well not everyone likes to have their house snapped right. So i sort of like secretly took pictures. =P And they have a grand piano! Felt the urge to play on it. Hahaha *fingers itchy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunion dinner. There were two tables. One side (which I was sitting at), were relatives aged 35-80. The other table, 4-14.  -.-ZZ  See how out of place I was. Food were ordered. When I first saw the dining table...  O.O What a spread man. Can I take a picture? Lololol. But not very nice ah. Like never see before like that. Haha. Anyway, there was sharks fins soup (I actually said before I wouldn't kill sharks so I won't eat.  =X), 2 lobster dishes, duck meat, goose meat, and some chinese food. Aha funny thing, no CNY tidbits. Heaty stuff. Lol.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7ByZa-RKGI/AAAAAAAAASc/zM3hKa4xz_k/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754553656748130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7ByZa-RKGI/AAAAAAAAASc/zM3hKa4xz_k/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7ByZ6-RKHI/AAAAAAAAASk/7lj4gSAclxg/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754562246682738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7ByZ6-RKHI/AAAAAAAAASk/7lj4gSAclxg/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B7RK-RKNI/AAAAAAAAATU/Bz1hOhlsLPo/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764307527477458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B7RK-RKNI/AAAAAAAAATU/Bz1hOhlsLPo/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B7Rq-RKOI/AAAAAAAAATc/gNhRuDRoeRU/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764316117412066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B7Rq-RKOI/AAAAAAAAATc/gNhRuDRoeRU/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma's house in Malang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bz36-RKII/AAAAAAAAASs/jxY5U2NqCAo/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165756177154386050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7Bz36-RKII/AAAAAAAAASs/jxY5U2NqCAo/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was sleeping in the car when my brother took this. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B2L6-RKJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rtydIHF_7Js/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165758719775025298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B2L6-RKJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rtydIHF_7Js/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B2Ma-RKKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/g7qwdHlBIiY/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165758728364959906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B2Ma-RKKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/g7qwdHlBIiY/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the number of flies! So gross la. *shivers*; Random, but I hatehate snakes. Those are eels, but they all look the same anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B7Rq-RKOI/AAAAAAAAATc/gNhRuDRoeRU/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B8dK-RKPI/AAAAAAAAATk/LNPDjN1jBEM/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165765613197535474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B8dK-RKPI/AAAAAAAAATk/LNPDjN1jBEM/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B8da-RKQI/AAAAAAAAATs/DXrLiz76Sk8/s1600-h/IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165765617492502786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7B8da-RKQI/AAAAAAAAATs/DXrLiz76Sk8/s320/IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil cousins! I like their cheeks *pinches* Hahahaha. And very clingy  -.-zz  Once I was holding two kids' hands, one on each hand. Luckily I wasn't carrying the little one. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aight, that's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examsssss. ZZ&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-653798776523512208?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/653798776523512208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=653798776523512208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/653798776523512208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/653798776523512208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-shall-blog-about-my-trip-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/R7BaM6-RJzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/E8uubfMb3P4/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-7776659430766056254</id><published>2008-02-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:54:40.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last post before I go back to Indo for CNY celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather looking forward to going this time 'cos my little cousins are there!  :D  Haven't seen them for more than a year. I've missed out the chance to go back I think twice already, so I didn't want to miss it again this time. Yupyup, so most of the time will be playing with lil cousins. And family reunion with extended family. Though most of my cousins (the older ones) are overseas, but at least this time I'll be reunion-ing with more family members. Cecil! And you're not there.  -.-zzz  Pocky's much cuter 'live'. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, nothing much actually. Last Friday was actually our 'last' day of year 1. Can't believe it. Coming up next would be exams, then attachments. School starts again and we'll be in year 2 already! How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, will be away until 10th Feb. Flight schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MI 0225  (Silk Air)&lt;br /&gt;Arrival Time: 2105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's rather late, so... I'd rather you guys not fetch la, as usual. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My HP will most likely be on roaming, so I'm still contactable.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, more like enjoy collecting ang pao. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7776659430766056254?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7776659430766056254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7776659430766056254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7776659430766056254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7776659430766056254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-post-before-i-go-back-to-indo-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2853513881021491457</id><published>2008-02-03T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:17:10.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my turtleeee!!! Very sad la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll blog every once a week now. Sundays, to sum up the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2853513881021491457?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2853513881021491457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2853513881021491457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2853513881021491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2853513881021491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lost-my-turtleeee-very-sad-la.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2651197312738530651</id><published>2008-01-24T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:58:40.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just talked to my brother and his voice was deeper! But he kept on insisting it's not. LOL. Puberty puberty. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I've got nothing else to type.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this shows that instead of talking to my blog, I've been talking with people instead! Which also equals to, I trust more people now. Isn't that great, no?  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2651197312738530651?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2651197312738530651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2651197312738530651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2651197312738530651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2651197312738530651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-talked-to-my-brother-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6616079393078037521</id><published>2008-01-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:49:30.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My group got an A for one ICA project!  :D  Surprising to me, considering that it was a very last minute job. Anyway, YAY. Another one coming up next week. We'd better do better if not we'd fall below expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I got posted to YISHUN Polyclinic. SO FAR AND SO INACCESSIBLE. I checked out, and they only have ONE bus that goes there??? Bus 812 I don't even know where and how to take that bus. ZZZ. I predict it's gonna be boring there. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload in school's much less now since exams are coming. Can't wait for study week. More of a slacking week right. Tsktsk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just suddenly felt like crying for no reason yesterday. Is that what you call... Mood swing? Lol. But I refuse to say I have mood swings. That lasted for less than an hour anyway, so can't count.  =P  And for the first time having frequent stomach cramps *ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH my toilet lights are dysfunctioning. So annoying. One flickers and the other one's so dim. I broke my own record of taking only 3minutes to bathe 'cos I was scared.  O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6616079393078037521?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6616079393078037521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6616079393078037521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6616079393078037521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6616079393078037521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-group-got-a-for-one-ica-project-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8597785045644862418</id><published>2008-01-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:42:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cecil! You go back to Australia never tell mee. Not that it'll make any difference anyway since we're countries apart, but STILL. Pfffft. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8597785045644862418?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8597785045644862418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8597785045644862418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8597785045644862418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8597785045644862418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/cecil-you-go-back-to-australia-never.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5120634949030739671</id><published>2008-01-10T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:35:46.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bumped into 2 Indo people yesterday and today!  :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Julius from OBS. He joined the queue at the bus interchange and went "eh Sylvia!" Me went "hey Julius right!" LOL. Surprised he still remembered me after 2years.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Felix. Finally back from Australia. He excitedly went "eh I finally grow taller already! Come come compare height." I went "you guy or girl, of course taller than me laaa." Hahaha. Guess gonna catch up with him some time next week. Hopefully Priscilla's here and can join us  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Ms Noor and Mr Ong. LOL. Okk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gradually became so mundane to me. Like... numbed???? -Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, bingung dan pusing.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5120634949030739671?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5120634949030739671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5120634949030739671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5120634949030739671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5120634949030739671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-bumped-into-2-indo-people-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4423447467506868590</id><published>2008-01-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:48:20.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay shall blog after rotting for a week. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of what to type  -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 2 ICAs over!!! That was sucha huge relief. At least we managed to pull through both with only a last minute rehearsal, just 1hour before presentation. My group's losing our dynamics. We used to be the 'best' group in the class, but now... so slack. Zzz. Gonna change group in Year 2. I hope hope hope that I won't be in the same group as those who doesn't do their work.&lt;br /&gt;The Psychology teacher who bombarded us with questions... Before we started the presentation he told the class that if they don't ask questions means that our presentation ain't good. HAH. But in the end... the class really didn't ask any questions, he himself ask so much. And they weren't just any normal questions okay. HIGHLY INTELLECTUAL QUESTIONS from a Psychology teacher.  -.-zzz  Okay, maybe not to that extend but just questions that students will never ask. I was trying so hard to explain at one point that I got stunned there with my finger pointing up 'cos I talked so much until I forgot my original point. Then the whole class laughed. LOL. Tsk. But anyway, he said we did well in terms of our presentation flow and all that.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which happened back in Indo. I asked my mum why we don't celebrate Christmas, exhange presents all that. Blablabla, then she told me actually she bought something for me. So my sister, brother and I were playing guessing game on what it is la. Lol so funny. Okay whatever, then when my mum told us the price 3of us sibs went literally  O.O  *JAW DROPS TO THE GROUND*  No, in the end I didn't accept that 'gift'.  =/  Haha, felt rather bad, but she said she can use it if I don't want anyway. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, longgg day tomorrow. Okay well, today. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4423447467506868590?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4423447467506868590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4423447467506868590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4423447467506868590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4423447467506868590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-shall-blog-after-rotting-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1055839996944237799</id><published>2007-12-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:00:12.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regina: I wanna watch the chipmunks. LOL. It's not out here yet, and when I get back there it'd probably be gone hur. But like I said, I don't think MMWE is worth 8bucks. No, I didn't finish watching 1Litre of Tears 'cos the CD's pirated and what do you expect, the show was cut halfway  -.-zzz  Cecil said can go &lt;a href="http://crunchyroll.com/"&gt;http://crunchyroll.com&lt;/a&gt; to watch though  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go backkkk. Rarh, imagine the amount of work I have to do when I get back there. School's starting the day after, and I HAVE NOT TOUCHED A SINGLE BOOK YET. How dead am I. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 12- 2 ICA Presentations (ON THE SAME DAY)&lt;br /&gt;Week 13- Health Assessment Assessment (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Week 14- BIO PRAC&lt;br /&gt;Week 15- ICA Presentation&lt;br /&gt;Week 16- EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhh. DREAD. Okay stop this.   -.-&lt;br /&gt;Going to another country is such a good way of getting away from stress. A form of escapism, yeah. Haha. Hah, anyway. Life's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1055839996944237799?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1055839996944237799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1055839996944237799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1055839996944237799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1055839996944237799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/regina-i-wanna-watch-chipmunks.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-9106578093023978351</id><published>2007-12-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:25:29.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium today.&lt;br /&gt;That's how you spell it Regina. LOL  =P&lt;br /&gt;Very... Fictional? I only like the part when the girl played piano.  o.O?  Hahahaha. The rest were just magical. The ending was like, what?!  Okayokay if you want to watch go watch la. But personally I don't think it's worth $8, is it? Here it's only about $6. Previously it was $3+  Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked onto Jap Serial- &lt;em&gt;One Litre of Tears. &lt;/em&gt;Okay it came out quite long ago so I'm slow. But anyway, I RARELY get hooked onto a show, so go watch if you haven't! Hahahaha. I'm not someone who'll cry over a show, but if you are, prepare boxes of tissues please. Lol. That's probably the only TV show I've watched here. The rest of the time is glued onto the computer screen. "Doing what?!"  NOTHING. LOL.  Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah, no one's online. REGINA! Where're you. Okay uhm, you said to talk through email? Talktalk. LOL. I'll take the usual please, YOU START, since you suggested  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went to stay over at his friend's house, and it has been peaceful since. LOL. The friend's so cute. He said to my brother over the phone: "If you cancel again now I slap you ah." HAHAHA. That was because brother cancelled the stayover previously.  Kids nowadays.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL he's back the moment I mentioned him. He calls: "Maaa." Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, don't mind me crapping 'cos I've nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, have fun for tomorrow's Friendship Connection!&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy your trip to KL Freda, Pauline and Andrea. Do take care over there.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-9106578093023978351?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/9106578093023978351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=9106578093023978351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/9106578093023978351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/9106578093023978351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-magoriums-wonder-emporium-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6384104722425877128</id><published>2007-12-28T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:04:36.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going to Surabaya alrdy. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;That means no MIA  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6384104722425877128?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6384104722425877128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6384104722425877128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6384104722425877128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6384104722425877128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-going-to-surabaya-alrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-1986283483194590236</id><published>2007-12-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:33:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played bowling todayyyy. My fingers are so weak they hurt alot after that  ):  Must do finger strengthening exercise. They're even so stiff when I played the piano. Shucksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. MIGHT be going to Surabaya tmr till Sunday. SO... MIA. But my mum's afraid of flying the plane, plus no one's into going there except me (I haven't seen the littlest cousin yet!), so most probably not going. Weather's not so good either. So... that increases the risk of plane crash? RUBBISH. LOL. Not that I'm not afraid of plane crash. But still. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Now look on the brighter side (I keep using drama lines, subconciously okay, not on purpose), I can go online and chat with people. If I go there then... CUT OFF from network. HAHA. Tsk. I'm always trying to comfort myself hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally gonna make my IC! Haha, they only allow it at 17 here. But I can't get driving liscense yet. I didn't know that driving lessons will last for a month. Thought it's like just one day learn everything take liscense and DRIVE!  Hah. Now have to wait for next year.   -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anw, if you see me online talk to me ya! So bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep.  (:&lt;br /&gt;Take care&amp;amp; sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1986283483194590236?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1986283483194590236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1986283483194590236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1986283483194590236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1986283483194590236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/played-bowling-todayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5254471248466080796</id><published>2007-12-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:36:41.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;em&gt;I Am Legend &lt;/em&gt;today!  Okay la not bad. I like it 'cos it's somewhat sad. Lol. So sad when the dog died.  =/ HAHA. Anyway, &lt;em&gt;WarLords &lt;/em&gt;or whatever it's called soon I think.  O.O  Watched really alot of movies this year. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said if I can sell 10 products within 2months, I can keep all the profit!!!  YES, AND IT'S NOT A SMALL AMOUNT. (Well, depends on what small amount means to you.)  BUY FROM ME OK! Hahahahaha.   =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think don't ask me to blog la. 'Cos there's really nothing much to blog about here.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5254471248466080796?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5254471248466080796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5254471248466080796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5254471248466080796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5254471248466080796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/watched-i-am-legend-today-okay-la-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2599754376100185061</id><published>2007-12-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:44:14.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad just asked me to sell something. Something for older people. I won't say what it is now. Waha. At first I was like "WHERE DO I KNOW OLD PEOPLE FROM?" LOL. I thought of the hospitals, but I guess it's not right to do so. Anyway, He asked me to try selling 5, and I asked him: "why not 10?" He replied: "you sure?!" Me: "why not???"  HAHA. I like this kinda challenges. Fun. Then he said I can keep the profit.  =P  Let's see if I make a good sales/ business person. Maybe it's in the genes? Haha. Buy from me okay! LOL.  I'll promote the product when I get back there. That is, if I really bring the stuff back there, and actually bother trying to sell it.  Hm... Interesting.  (x&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, my dad commented that I'll give all the profit to charity. LOL. Okay, I take that as a compliment to say I'm kind hearted.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I watched National Treasures 2 today! Go watch  :D  I guess movie marathon's on this time round. At least now my sister's here. So not that boring. But I'm like glued to the computer whenever I'm free anyway (that's like... ALL THE TIME??? Hahaha!). I lazy to watch TV.  Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the video on the kid playing guitar on Jordan's blog, I badly wanna get an acoustic guitar!!!  =X  But if that's the case, I won't be able to juggle between piano and guitar. I can't seem to balance things out quite well you see. I can play piano (at night) for like 2hours, and guitar (day time 'cos night cannot make noise) for up to 3hours without realising. Guess 'cos the latter is newer for me, that's why more time invested on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, I just suddenly cannot wait to serve God on the stage! See, again, inspiration/ motivation came at the wrong time   -.-zzz  I CANNOT do anything here without my piano. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MERRY early CHRISTMAS!  (:  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home Alone&lt;/em&gt;'s on now. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2599754376100185061?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2599754376100185061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2599754376100185061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2599754376100185061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2599754376100185061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-dad-just-asked-me-to-sell-something.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4327737773966184298</id><published>2007-12-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:54:11.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today early in the morning (5.30 am), my grandmother called and asked if I can go down to her house &lt;strong&gt;then &lt;/strong&gt;to pass her medicine. But obviously she was talking to my maid and not to me. Hahaha. I only slept at 4 am the previous night (morning as a matter of fact) 'cos I was too too nervous. But anyway I still went over. Got to meet them again after I come back 'cos when I went there, my cousin still hadn't reached from US.   -.-zz  Cecil! See again. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I didn't know that my voice was so deep until I heard myself in the video recording. And ya, I was really monotonous.  -.-zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Flying tomorrow, hope nothing happens to the flight or whatever.  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys!  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4327737773966184298?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4327737773966184298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4327737773966184298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4327737773966184298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4327737773966184298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-early-in-morning-5.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2270625727113157091</id><published>2007-12-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:51:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyy. Managed to learn another song yesterday ^^ Moving on with another song, 2 more to go!  :D  I feel so satisfied doing this. Productive, accomplished, blabla. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray pray pray it doesn't rain tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's coming from America this Friday. With her kids! My niece/ nephew? Hahaha. I don't even know. And my uncle auntie and grandma would be coming to Singapore to see her, so means I have to go visit them  T.T   Sis! You're not here again. Leave me alone to face them. Lol okay la don't make them sound so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks (:  I know I can never say this enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2270625727113157091?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2270625727113157091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2270625727113157091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2270625727113157091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2270625727113157091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/yayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8172410530768176602</id><published>2007-12-14T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:16:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;My class celebrated 8 people's birthdays today. LOL. Oct-Dec. Each of us were given a small cake. Mine has a picture of Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls on it, I can't bear to eat it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went out for dinner with Sijia. Had a really great time catching up yeah!  :D  Felt so good talking to her. Basically she's the only person I can be transparent to. 'Cos we know that we won't judge each other. Hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news! 5 of my NYP friends confirm going for Christmas event! I'm so happyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. Haha! When I heard from a friend that 3 of them were going together, I literally was leaping around the house. Heh. Yeah thank God for that.  :D&lt;br /&gt;So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. My brother's going to church tomorrow! And also, surprisingly with no strings attached! I used to have to bribe him by buying a game or something. But he's going willingly tomorrow!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, my mum has been asking me almost everyday if I'm going to church. LOL.  When I say no she'll be like "I thought you said you're going there to do something?"  like as if it's nothing.  :D  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what's with all the :D in my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it'll be an exciting and eventful week next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your eyes upon Jesus (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8172410530768176602?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8172410530768176602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8172410530768176602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8172410530768176602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8172410530768176602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-school-my-class-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6446651262928697311</id><published>2007-12-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:13:09.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's getting so boring having to go offline so 'early' nowadays. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Sijia tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;Been sooo long. Hopefully won't be awkward or whatever. As open as we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gtg.   -.-zz  So early la! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6446651262928697311?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446651262928697311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6446651262928697311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6446651262928697311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6446651262928697311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-getting-so-boring-having-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4269002585765970834</id><published>2007-12-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:53:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY praise God I passed my Clinical Assessment   :D  :D  :D  Never felt so happy. LOL. THANK GOD my prayer wasn't answered (really), 'cos I got oxygen + medication which was the easiest. The lecturer's so cute I tell you. Hahahaha. 4 of us had different stories to tell about her.  Yayyyyyyy. Okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much from school alrdy since HOLIDAYS ARE COMING!!!  But got to meet up for projects. So difficult since everyone's going away. Gah. Now priority goes to preparing for Big Day. Yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news- my mum and brother are more open towards church now  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4269002585765970834?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4269002585765970834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4269002585765970834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4269002585765970834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4269002585765970834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-praise-god-i-passed-my-clinical.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3216775672673030202</id><published>2007-12-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:57:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nursing Lab Skills Assessment.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;Please please please please please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous nervous nervous nervous nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Scared scared scared scared scared.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to practice during the breaks and I BLANKED OUT okay. That's what I'm really afraid of. It's not that I don't know y'know. Pray pray pray I'll get... actually I also don't know what I want. Okay. Pray that I'll get Surgical Handwash + Simple Dressing. I don't want Sunctioning + Oxygen Therapy or Sunctioning + Medication. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssstihs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3216775672673030202?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3216775672673030202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3216775672673030202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3216775672673030202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3216775672673030202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/nursing-lab-skills-assessment.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3046449295549329352</id><published>2007-12-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:39:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm going to hold my breath until you give me a diamond ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. 3 people have asked me about my &lt;em&gt;pm &lt;/em&gt;in msn. Okay so I'll explain. Bio lecture was on the respiratory system. So the lecturer said something like "if your girlfriend (okay maybe too young, wife probably) threatens to hold her breath until you give her a diamond ring, don't give in 'cos she cannot possibly hold her breath for so long."  Learn something guys. Lol. Sorry girls. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say I thrive on last minute work. I was left with 300 words for my written assignment, I decided to leave it till today morning to do. I couldn't squeeze anymore crap juice out of me. And I crapped out like 400 words in 15 minutes!!! Lololol. That's the motivation of last minute work.   =X  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me that she broke her friendship with her childhood friend. I was like  O.O  So much for working towards trusting people more. She just told me not to put 100% trust on someone. LOL. Nevermind, forget what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking whether to skip Psych Lecture tomorrow  =/  Cos there's break from 12-3, lesson's 3-4.  -.-zz waste time. Shall see the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing Lab Skills Assessment on Wednesday. Pray for me please, thanks. I really hope I'll pass. So far out of 16 people who've taken the assessment in my class, only 3 failed. 7 of us left, and I sure hope I'll join the majority. Gogogo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3046449295549329352?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3046449295549329352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3046449295549329352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3046449295549329352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3046449295549329352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-to-hold-my-breath-until-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3775190532785973960</id><published>2007-12-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:35:04.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes a simple gesture can mean so much. Haha. My dad sent an sms with a picture of a birthday cake. Nothing special right? But when it came from him, it was. Lol. Was I contradicting myself?  =/  Then afterwards he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: For your present right, take money and buy yourself &lt;em&gt;kado &lt;/em&gt;(present).&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Buy yourself &lt;em&gt;kado&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh??? Buy myself a card for what??? (I heard wrongly. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Buy &lt;em&gt;KADO. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okok. &lt;em&gt;Xie xie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;What about buying myself a grand piano?? Nyaha, in my dreams. Don't think I'm gonna take anyway, unless there's anything I wanna buy. See, good daughter. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Y02 for celebrating, and those who wished.  (:&lt;br /&gt;Esp:&lt;br /&gt;YOU, Lay Ho who wished at 0000.&lt;br /&gt;Cecil who called when she woke up, I could hear your lethargic voice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Lai Ying and Sze Huey who gave me a SUPER early present 'cos my friendster account stated my birthday to be in September. So &lt;em&gt;PAISEH &lt;/em&gt;la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy I finished memorising chords of &lt;em&gt;To The Ends Of The Earth  &lt;/em&gt;:D! THREE more to go for December. And I'll accomplish my goal. Yeah gogogo!  Weird right, I suddenly have the urge to learn more songs. My fingers are itching to play piano again. Maybe 'cos of the prayers yesterday? Haha, anyway, good good  ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to submit the dreaded written assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Nursing Lab skills assessment to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go Surabaya.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go for attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a brand new year!&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard at the harvest field for what's left of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3775190532785973960?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3775190532785973960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3775190532785973960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3775190532785973960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3775190532785973960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-simple-gesture-can-mean-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8316494469156867549</id><published>2007-12-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:47:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't be online till late (11pm) now, but I'll still be awake ya (:  Haha my mum doesn't like me to use the comp till wee hours.  =P Oops. Shall make use of this time to catch up on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing my mum and brother came- SPRING CLEANING. LOL. Okay at least for my study room only. 'Cos basically everywhere else in the house is clean and tidy except my room. Waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan! I finally found the manual for my piano. LOL. After how long??? 4 years -.-zz Okay so now I really can make full use of all the functions :D Funny right, only after 4 years of playing the piano then I want to know more about it, the first time I'll be reading the manual. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move out of Thomson 8hundreddddd. I'll miss this place la. Especially the playground. LOL.   ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's only 2245 and I'm being rushed to sleeep. Haha. But I won't be sleeping so 'early' la. Nyaha.  =X  So used to sleeping late alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8316494469156867549?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8316494469156867549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8316494469156867549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8316494469156867549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8316494469156867549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/wont-be-online-till-late-11pm-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-822404040888970401</id><published>2007-12-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:07:08.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know if it has become a routine to make me feel confused again. I'm struggling deep within, even as I'm not willing to. It's really so difficult to feel this way. I don't want, I don't want and I don't like. I don't like it when my mind is pre-occupied by something like this. It's... not worth it? As in, there're more important things to care about. For now at least. And I don't think it's really fair for me if I'm the only one worrying and you're not. I don't know whether you care or not, but it seems like the latter. I'm sorry if I've made you sick and tired, but I'm also sick and tired of being sick and tired. I really hope this is just a phase. No, I know it won't be just ONE phase and then it won't come back again. I know it'll be a recurring one. But ya, just not on the long-term and that's enough. Sometimes I'm suffocating and yet no one's around to help me. Not that no one's willing, just that I'm not trusting enough to trust anyone. The only One I tell- God. I know of one person I can trust- Sijia. But she's not always available all the time, and I haven't met her since... really long ago? Plus she's not a Christian so she won't see things from God's perspectives. See how lonely I actually am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOW you make me confused again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Slept till 12 today! Wahaha. =P Felt very satisfied. LOL. Now cannot sleep. Geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay so! I started on my written assignment- 2 sentences of Introduction. -.-"" HAHAHA. Well, at least I started right. I thought of a really different way to start of this essay, but I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT INTO WORDS. Ssssiths. Brilliant plan gone. zzzzzzz. Shall continue tomorrow, with a brand new mind (hopefully) and brand new ideas. Bad plan to do this assignment so last minute, 'cos I've alrdy forgotten what the case scenario's about. Rarh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel so unproductive. I've lost that... that... I don't know. Motivation/ perseverance to do things. ANYthing. And that makes me feel like... I've failed.? -sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Haven't been practicing piano la. Getting boredx10 of classical. What could motivate me last time was seeing a great pianist play. But now... not even that can make me practice. T.T Like I've lost all hopes and just couldn't care less to do anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright. Enough of negative thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh! Attachments!!! :D Can't wait for it. Though it'll be another brand new experience, totally different things to practice- not forgetting the basics. I'll still feel scared and nervous that I'd do something wrong, but still, the experience is totally worth while (: Medical wards would have much more... 'case scenarios' than surgical wards. Plus all the different kinds of wounds all that- &lt;s&gt;YUCK&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SGH again! And I MIGHT might be posted to Andrea's ward. 'Cos a senior went to the same ward as me for her first clinical posting, and her second one was Andrea's. Lol. Has it's pros and cons la right. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I've alrdy given my reply to the teacher in charge of the camp, I'm NOT going. )': When I called and told the teacher that, within me I was 'I want to go! I want to go!' Saddddd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Omg I've got like crocodile legs. LOL. Must be due to the strong winds these few days, making the skin dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aight, sleep! I don't want to sleep in classes anymore =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-822404040888970401?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/822404040888970401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=822404040888970401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/822404040888970401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/822404040888970401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-if-it-has-become-routine-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2779910177974747747</id><published>2007-12-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:47:10.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhhh. I'm so confused now. I've been selected to go for Leadership Mentoring Camp which is from 17th to 19th. I don't want to go 'cos my mum will be leaving Singapore on the 18th, and we're having Cell Group on the same day. I want to go 'cos it'll be an experience, haven't gone for camps since how long ago. And can get to know more friends= more souls to outreach to. Hurrrrrr howwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Plus briefing's at 3pm tomorrow and I didn't intend to go to school 'cos there's only a 2hour lecture and the teacher craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my classmates are so sweet. 1 sms-ed, 2 msn-ed and 1 called to ask how I am feeling. Thanks for the prayers too. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither having cough nor flu nor fever, I vomited and had diarrhea. Lol. GP diagnosed gastroenteritis. I think I've lost alot of electrolytes- sodium and potassium. And found out I don't need to eat BANANAS! Hahaha. Just drink water and eat healthy!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 word written assignment due next Monday and I haven't started yet. Spell D-E-A-D. I've got no idea of how to write this. But I intend to finish this off by Friday. Now's... ... Tuesday. Okay great. Where's the motivation?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cola, tea, fruit juice, and sports drinks will not correctly replace fluid or electrolytes lost from diarrhea or vomiting. Nor will plain water. The intestines irritated by gastroenteritis do not absorb plain water as well. In addition, plain water will not replace electrolytes and may dilute electrolytes to the point of seizures.&lt;/em&gt;    O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so messed up  =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm also sick and tired of being sick and tired.  &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm not going to school tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2779910177974747747?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2779910177974747747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2779910177974747747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2779910177974747747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2779910177974747747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/gahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-191714805091958772</id><published>2007-11-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:40:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cecilia! Where have you been. Haven't heard from you since 1973902 minutes ago. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun fun fun  :D  Met new friends and build stronger bond among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up over-exhausting myself  =/  Well I thought since there won't be any chance to play so hard any time soon, might as well. HAHA. And after inhaling all the smoke (I can't stand it) and all that. Felt faint when walking. Had blurred vision, and then had slight fever before bedtime. Geez. But WHO CARES. I had fun  :D  Lol. My friends were so nice to ask me to stay at the pit instead of walking them to the bus stop. Praise God for them  (:  And of course, the weather was really really good considering that it's the monsoon season now. Our God is the God of wonders. Yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I exposed another side of me? Hahaha. You can only see me like that when I'm in camps. Hyperrr.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very tired when I got home. To prove this, I have something funny to share. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so QY asked me to send 1090 PPT so that she can do the essay related to the project we've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QY: could you send me the &lt;strong&gt;1090&lt;/strong&gt; ppt? thanks&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QY: send send&lt;br /&gt;Me: ohoh. forgot. haha&lt;br /&gt;QY: -.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: sry ah dead tired. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QY: er.. have you sent the ppt?! zz&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahhh. sry wait ah trying to locate the rest's email&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okok sent&lt;br /&gt;(I sent the wrong ppt, 1089 instead of 1090)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QY: er. it's 1090 ppt&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.O&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg. okok wait ah&lt;br /&gt;QY: you're tired. aha&lt;br /&gt;QY: *patpat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol was so funny la. She had to prompt me 4 times before she got hold of that one document. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through half of BIO lesson, and then 1hour before test started   -.-zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Peirce with Melinda to visit NPCC earlier on. I miss camp! Haha. Sitting around the stove eating maggie mie from mesh tins. Okay anyway, heard that quite a number of teachers are leaving. Sad la. I won't say why here lest I get sued by the school or something  =X  I still have the same problem with not being able to talk to teachers 'freely'. I was like all quiet there...  -.- Okay nevermind. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing Lab Theory test coming Wednesday. NO TIME LEFT TO STUDY! Jiayou to us Regina, WE CAN DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-191714805091958772?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/191714805091958772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=191714805091958772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/191714805091958772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/191714805091958772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/cecilia-where-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8097639070691217985</id><published>2007-11-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:45:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIO TEST TMR. And I'm not totally prepared  =X  I don't think I'll expect to get an A this time. I hope I don't get a C. B will suffice. Speaking of which, I forgot to do the online quiz  -.-  Getting really bored with it. Slept with my head rested on the table, and 1hour passed unknowingly. But felt so refreshed after that.  Oooh. I got 14/20, just nice a B. LOL. But this is &lt;s&gt;purely&lt;/s&gt; by luck, so I can't guarantee a 35/50 tomorrow.  *urp*  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all these to end la. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;22/11- Bio MCQ&lt;br /&gt;26/11- Life Science (Open Book)&lt;br /&gt;28/11- Nursing Lab Theory&lt;br /&gt;12/12- Nursing Lab Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for my group, our projects are done for this semester  :D  No need for regular meet ups alrdy! This week's so annoying. Been taking afternoon naps, I don't know why. If not I'll be like... zombie. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! I realised that there're alot, and I really mean ALOT of unfamiliar names!!! -Sigh, I guess I haven't done my best this time round  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around you all the time. Geez. At least I know now I have to watch what I say in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned? The more someone asks me to do something that I don't want/ unwilling to, the more I don't want to do it. FORCE opposed with REBELLIOUSNESS. Lol. I still remember saying something like that during prefect's interview in sec 2. Haha, okok off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better sleep soon. All the best for tomorrow! Tests and results taking  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8097639070691217985?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8097639070691217985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8097639070691217985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8097639070691217985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8097639070691217985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/bio-test-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-7978248789755811054</id><published>2007-11-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:34:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project KTJ's DONE AND OVER WITH.   :D  :D  Can't be any happier.  *Stabs KTJ with sharp carrots* LOL, inside joke arh.  =P  I bet the whole class detests her after our presentation. 'Cos she asked a nonsensical question, and the whole class got confused. We asked her to repeat her question for at least 3 times I think, but, still no conclusion.  o.o!  Okay forget her, we finished her project!!!   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohum. 4hours break tomorrow, last lesson ends at 4. So I'm gonna skip the last lecture. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya boring la. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-7978248789755811054?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7978248789755811054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=7978248789755811054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7978248789755811054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/7978248789755811054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/project-ktjs-done-and-over-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5362647305824256519</id><published>2007-11-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:05:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; KTJ Presentation. Never once in any of our meetings I've not been confused. *scratch head*  I guess the same goes for QYLIS. Even until now, when our presentation is tomorrow, I'm still really confused. I think we're disorganised this time? 14 different documents to be combined into 1 ppt presentation. Give me a reason why I shouldn't be confused. And no, it's not what you call BLUR. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.! *Breathes in, breathes out*  And I bet that teacher is biased against our group.  Had meeting from 2-4.30 today. But my brain was dysfunctional la. Sheesh. Okay I better change my attitude towards this project if not I won't be able to present it well. Rarh. Last round of rehearsal tomorrow at 8am.  -.-ZZ   Qing Ying, Yus and I are still rushing to do the finalised thingy. Okay la, don't complain anymore, at least after tomorrow we'll be much more relaxed. Better than the other subgroups who still has projects to do while having tests. Heheh.  =P&lt;br /&gt;-Reminder by QY: love love. HAHA. Fruit of the Spirit laaa. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Bio test have been postponed to Thursday. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, FOUR &lt;s&gt;gruelling&lt;/s&gt; hours of SCIENCE tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I can't find the paper on which I took the notes down. ^%$#&amp;amp;%$&lt;br /&gt;*Gets bored and distracted and turns to play the piano* Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sending and receiving documents through msn with QY.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't can't wait for Saturday  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's PW experience was really powerful. Sermon ministered to many backsliders- God's plan (:  And fellowship was great.  Bridge, build, bond. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Back to project.  -.-zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5362647305824256519?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5362647305824256519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5362647305824256519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5362647305824256519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5362647305824256519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-officially-hate-ktj-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2493170569370316453</id><published>2007-11-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:03:24.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiya, how many days didn't blog only. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow lesson from 9-11!  :D  BUT, project after that  -.-zz  I dislike doing this project. All along projects have been really fun, but this is so annoying. Lol. Maybe because we had a change of tutor, and she didn't really leave us with a good impression. Teachers do affect how motivated we are to learn right? We had a meeting with the tutor for discussion, and she &lt;s&gt; downright rejected&lt;/s&gt; (just an exaggeration due to biasedness. LOL) our idea. Nevermind, we came up with a new brilliant plan  :D Okay so anyway, I'm prepared to stay in school till late afternoon to complete this thing. But I doubt we will. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! &lt;s&gt;Q&lt;/s&gt;YLIS&lt;s&gt;S&lt;/s&gt; gonna donate blood tomorrow! Haha. A couple of days ago while we were on our way to Library HotShot, we saw someone about to collapse. Then I went like "Yus, Yus."  We HAD to do something, but none of us could except Yus. We thought that girl was having fits 'cos she knocked her head on the floor twice (she alrdy fell on the floor, supported by her 3 friends). But turned out that she'd just donated blood, didn't rest so she felt giddy. Then after that we were talking about donating blood and all that. I'm not afraid of injections, but the way they say it... *shivers*  Imagine a needle (who knows how big it is) poking through your brachial artery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAY, I striked off Q and S 'cos QY and I ain't gonna donate blood tomorrow. QY is below the expected weight, and I'm having a sore throat. So sad! If not the whole group can be kind souls tomorrow and donate together. Lol. We'll wait till she gains her 1kg and till my throat heals  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been practicing piano, as usual  =X&lt;br /&gt;After going to Yamaha on Sunday, I feel SO unsatisfied playing my own DIGI piano. pffft. LOL. I'm gonna buy a grand piano when I grow up  ^^  Provided I have the financial capability la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICA presentation and Bio test on Monday.  zzzzzzzzz. I hope I get an A again. I detest doing MCQ tests online, 'cos they show us our results once we click on submit paper. The first time I did this test, again for Bio, I didn't dare click on submit paper. I submitted only at the very last minute when the time was up. And I almost cried, 'cos I did get an A. Haha. For the FIRST time in my entire life, my hard work paid off. Okay la, maybe that was the first time I really studied for a test. LOL. Okok, better mug for the whole day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2493170569370316453?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2493170569370316453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2493170569370316453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2493170569370316453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2493170569370316453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/aiya-how-many-days-didnt-blog-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-746965773617603834</id><published>2007-11-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:55:04.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting really really tired )x It's just so discouraging to have someone being restrictive to everything I do- pertaining to His purpose. That's why everytime I'm on the verge of tearing, asking &lt;em&gt;"God, so many things to do, but why the restriction?"&lt;/em&gt;, I won't let Satan have his way and let it get me down. GET LOST. It's really a joy to serve the Lord. I really hope that I'll pass this trial and bring God the glory that He deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about dreading every phone call just because it makes me feel so fearful and discouraged? That's why I am so glad I can talk to a friend on the phone. Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backslide because of too high a commitment? I thought about this sentence for quite some time. It's... so easy to just let go of everything and go the easy way. But I know that's not what I want to do. That's not what God would want me to do. And I'm definitely not going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to literally 'jump' whenever my phone vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truely, a THOUSAND days cannot compare to ONE day in His house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that, I know that I'll overcome this in Him and with His strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm a friend called me up for a meet up. She wanted to talk to me regarding her problems. Was shocked to hear this. Haha, never expected her to come to me for such things. But I told her I wasn't free today. Felt so bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, there're more to come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink like 3bottles of water every night O.O Then this morning I got puffy eyes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scrape I got from the bike pedal's still not healing. And... I have this tendency to peel off the... whatever thing's covering the wound (dunno what it's called). Then it'll bleeeed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, nothing to crap alrdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-746965773617603834?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/746965773617603834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=746965773617603834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/746965773617603834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/746965773617603834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-getting-really-really-tired-x-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2992000706029126689</id><published>2007-11-09T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:19:43.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. For the syrup. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so 7 of us turned up. Joanne, Sharifa, SeeHwee, MinHui, Grace &amp;amp; RuiXiang. Where's the 7th person? Myself la! Lol. Everyone's still the same- Joanne's still abusing me (Haha), Grace is still talking about the history of China, and all the other crap la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first we went to Seoul Garden, 'cos found out that Sakura was too ex. So went there, ordered the stock and all that alrdy, was about to pay, each person $29  -.-zz  Then I told them: you guys want to eat at the Sakura place instead. Anyway it's about the same price right. Lol, then they contemplated, cancelled our seats, and walked off. Omg was so embarrassing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Sakura, haha! Price was still about the same. Wasted money man.  zz. But the company was worth it  (:  Played games as usual, this time round no concentration, but &lt;em&gt;zhong ji mi ma.&lt;/em&gt; Joanne's still as reluctant to do her forfeits. She used to push me off the canteen benches because she was so scared. Haha, I'm always the victim. Tsk. Right Jo. But in the end she did la. Called another friend who couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed till we almost hyperventilated. No kidding. The only times when I can laugh so hard is when I'm with the MI Clique or with QYLISS! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanne and Sylvia were in the grips of a hopeless attack of laughter. Just when one became fatigued, the other would snort, and off they would go on another round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have more of this yeah  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to practice for piano lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My record was ONE song for 3MONTHS. I hated that song man. Haha, that's why I didn't bother to really practice. Okay no, it wasn't 3months exactly considering I didn't play when I was in Indo. LOL. Excuses. Tsk. Now there's this piece which is 6pages long, divided into 3. The first one should be played slowly and mournfully, second slowly and sadly, third slowly and gravely. ZZZ. My teacher said she hope that I'd be able to clear this song on the next lesson (which was last week btw, but I told her I wasn't prepared to play this song so I didn't  =X).  I don't think I can. Haha! Haven't practiced till today  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa invest time to play the piano. I'm going at such a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been boring. Tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2992000706029126689?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2992000706029126689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2992000706029126689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2992000706029126689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2992000706029126689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-was-fun-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2926535311449363589</id><published>2007-11-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:39:47.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyy, no school tomorrow  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for 20min today  =X  Luckily the teacher's doing part time, and I don't think she realised I just walked into the class 'cos they were in the midst of doing dressing technique. Phew, if it was the other teacher she would have had me do a make up session. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I skipped the last two hours of lecture. Lol. ONLY 7/23 from my class attended!!! Believe it. 'Cos the lecturer always off topic, shares alot of her stories and whatnot, and she gets distracted easily. Plus before that we had a lecture, watched 40min of video. Can't endure another 2hours of lecture alrdy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very bad headache. The new key, for some reason, couldn't go in to the keyhole, so I had to wait there for half an hour before Titus came to open the door. Thanks. I think I got heatstroke or something. LOL. Counting money ain't easy okay. Headache got worse after that. Haha! Counted for the THIRD time then got the amount right. I was wondering "how come money always multiply when they're in my hands???" Lol. But in the end I found out why and it tallied la. Haha. Even when I rested my head on the table I could feel my head spinning. *swirls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering tomorrow!  :D  Only 5 people confirm going though. Joanne, MinHui, Grace, SeeHwee and myself. Where're the rest?!!  The second person I want to see (the first is Joanne), is Sharifa. Haha. Hopefully the rest will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with a few sec sch friends recently  ((:  Prospect List: 4 and still counting  =D  This is going good. Yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC Camp 26-27th Nov. Melinda! Go back with meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Tomorrow!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2926535311449363589?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2926535311449363589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2926535311449363589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2926535311449363589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2926535311449363589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/yayyy-no-school-tomorrow-d-was-late-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3361111507684267143</id><published>2007-11-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:08:17.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like such a failure today. But I know I shouldn't think this way. PW today was really bad. I'd rate it 2/10  =X  THIS CANNOT HAPPEN AGAIN. Argh.  Makes me lose confidence of playing the next round.  =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gack. I don't like my voice now. So difficult to string one paragraph of sentences. In the morning if it's very cold sometimes I'd cough until I retch. Just that nothing comes out 'cos obviously my stomach's empty. Lol. *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;ALOT of people having sore throat now. My classmates are also having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over it. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gear up for Battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3361111507684267143?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3361111507684267143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3361111507684267143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3361111507684267143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3361111507684267143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-like-such-failure-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6773960506259987194</id><published>2007-11-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:28:40.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just ministered to a friend  :D  Thank God for giving me opportunities to do this. But ironically, it's about&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; relationship&lt;/span&gt;. Last year when I told Pastor I was advising (giving my opinions) about it, he LAUGHED.   -.-  Lol. Hey, you don't need to have that experience to give opinions okay... Haha. Anyway, I feel encouraged myself whenever I encourage someone  (:  Great sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so busy ever before. Tsk. Don't know if it's just psychologically busy or really busy. HAHA. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not done:&lt;br /&gt;1. E-Learning stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. Health Assessment HW (due today  -.-)&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice keyboard for cell group!!!! (*urk*)&lt;br /&gt;4. STUDY/ REVISE&lt;br /&gt;5. Practice piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind that. Hopefully I'll learn how to manage my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI clique gathering on Thursday!  :D  Looking forward to it. Joanne! Better not back out. Heheh. And our buddy lunch date soon yeah.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full speed ahead! Very excited for the upcoming events. Can't wait to see breakthrough and growth  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice really cannot make it. *ahhh ahhh*  I was stammering while doing presentation 'cos I had to speak alot louder than normal in order to be audible, and my throat hurt.  =/  And I totally cannot sing now. I'll go out of tune right from the start  -.- Okay la not that bad, 2nd line. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice practice practice. Aights, I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6773960506259987194?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6773960506259987194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6773960506259987194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6773960506259987194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6773960506259987194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-ministered-to-friend-d-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6914902976714841664</id><published>2007-11-02T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:29:41.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found something new that will make me feel a great sense of satisfaction- see people encouraged  :D  Especially when I was the one to do that. So far 3 people, but all Christians  -.-  Can't seem to encourage people much if they aren't, 'cos I'm not able to use the Word directly. Hmm.  But I can see more people opening up to me  :D  Yay that's great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project meeting today was really fun  (:  Go QYLISS! Haha, now we have our own QYLISS Nursing Home. LOL. Tomorrow we'll be going somewhere around Braddel after school to look for CATS and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY NEED TO SIT DOWN AND STUDY. This was what I said a week ago  -.- Tsk. Seriously. But if I do one thing at a time, I'll get restless and my mind will start to wander off. Sheeesh. Okay so Sunday (hopefully), study BIO BIO BIO. The only lecture I was paying full attention to was the day after I recovered from fever. LOL. Proves what- not enough sleep, cannot pay attention in class! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more responsibility given to me today. *Sinks*  Lol, kidding. I know I can do more. I WANT to do more. I NEED to do more. And only through God's strength will I be able to do all these  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6914902976714841664?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6914902976714841664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6914902976714841664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6914902976714841664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6914902976714841664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-found-something-new-that-will-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8750279595867714914</id><published>2007-10-31T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:16:09.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess falling ill yesterday wasn't such a bad thing after all.  (: Lol? 'Cos I had about 8hours of sleep, and today I was able to concentrate fully in class! Hahahaha. But ugh, was terrible la. And so many people sick now! Yup, pray for recovery  (:   Thank God I recovered in a day. Thanks for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna visit my grandma soon. Luckily my maid's coming along. I'm scared of my uncle who came here with her  =X  Ahahaha. He has this really stern look and he's very quite. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8750279595867714914?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8750279595867714914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8750279595867714914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8750279595867714914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8750279595867714914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-guess-falling-ill-yesterday-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8930622374353468838</id><published>2007-10-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:10:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've wanted to blog this since 22Oct.&lt;br /&gt;So what's so special about that date? It was the date that I accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Saviour! Lol okay... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm 2years 1week old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for what's in plan ahead of me. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8930622374353468838?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8930622374353468838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8930622374353468838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8930622374353468838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8930622374353468838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-wanted-to-blog-this-since-22oct.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8161975498061525549</id><published>2007-10-29T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum just called. Received a news that my grandmother (not the one who just came) was admitted to the hospital. I almost wanted to type for what reason, but I guess I have to protect confidentiality. Okay so I was kinda worried for her. Though I'm not really close to her 'cos she stays over in Malang, and I hardly see her. Probably only once a year. Touch wood, but I'm not prepared to see a deceased family member. I've never witness it before, and so I don't know what to expect. I don't know if it really happens, how my dad's gonna cope with it. If I'm not wrong he's the closest to my grandma. Okayokay, I sound like she's really going to pass away. I prayed asking God to prolong her life. Ok well not prolong, since it's alrdy been set, but let me visit her before she goes. I think I'm saying things out of proportion la. I don't know her condition, and I have a tendency to think of the worst. =/ But anyway, it's nothing really really serious. But she's getting on in years so ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such a nice woman la. My maid told me when she went to Malang to get treatment for her illness, my grandma insisted on going with her to the doctor- on a &lt;em&gt;BECAK&lt;/em&gt;- despite shivering under many layers of clothing. Uhm, &lt;em&gt;becak &lt;/em&gt;is... Nevermind, picture later. And very generous in giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get to visit her end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school was ridiculously boring today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today LayHo, Lela and I were called by our group mentor to go for this Student Mentor Camp or something like that. Qing Ying and Lai Ying have alrdy written their names. Be a student mentor in orientation and such. At first I was excited, 'cos it's been really long since I've done these things. But then, I thought I lost that kind of enthusiasm a leader should have. Mentor said we were chosen 'cos of our results (?!!!!), leadership skills, and y'know, those criterias. Then I was like: my GPA's like crap and it's called good result??? Lol. Okay so anyway 3 of us wrote down our names. Just that LayHo and I were put as reserves 'cos each class' only supposed to submit 3 names. We've got 5 names there... Haha. It'd be a camp from 17-19 Dec. So if I don't get called in for this camp, it'd be good 'cos then there'd be alot of things needed to be done for Christmas preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Life Science is BORING. Learn all about CHO, CHON, H2O again. Okay so maybe this is just the first lesson. I hope it'll get more interesting. Dolly Fan Club- QY. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/RyW9VkuaAoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/m-9UCdAmNqA/s1600-h/becak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126711929164399234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/RyW9VkuaAoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/m-9UCdAmNqA/s320/becak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8161975498061525549?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8161975498061525549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8161975498061525549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8161975498061525549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8161975498061525549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mum-just-called.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/RyW9VkuaAoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/m-9UCdAmNqA/s72-c/becak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-3977534641649284638</id><published>2007-10-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:46:17.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, after 7 weeks, piano lesson started. Lol. Good today. 'Cleared' a song which I started playing in July!!!!! Say WOW, that's... 3 months. Haha! But minus-ing 7weeks I haven't had lessons. But teacher didn't wanna clear the song herself, she asked me to tick the song myself, and I gladly did it  :D  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the rest of the day  (:  Trust built and friendships strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad we talked about it, sort things out  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my first ever homework today. Lol. Actually I just copied the answers onto the fullscap paper  -.-  I haven't started revising for anything yet, and if I don't start, I'm gonna be so screwed. Better start studying TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline discipline discipline. Go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be excited for what's left of 2007 has for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3977534641649284638?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3977534641649284638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3977534641649284638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3977534641649284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3977534641649284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-after-7-weeks-piano-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8195785698546054077</id><published>2007-10-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:44:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having such a serious problem in handling Signs of Perfectionism #1: Maximizing negative, minimizing positive. You'd probably know that I asked a few of you if I have changed. Out of 5, 4 said that I've become more opened (all), confident, bold. And ONE said that I have- becoming bad. So I probed further, in what way did that person think I've changed. "Feel feel". Hey look, no offence to you alrights. I really would like to know how I've changed in your opinion. This ONE out of FIVE was bothering me so much that I thought about it over and over again. Then after talking to Pauline over MSN, I remembered this book I read, and hey. stop having such a mindset. That one opinion was just... just... I don't know. And since there's no concrete reasoning to how I've changed, I decided to ignore it anyway   :D  (Eh, but if you did figure out you can still tell me. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Do away with perfectionist mindset! Shoo shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything was going so smoothly, a call made me plunge down. It was such a bad fall. Thanks Freda for that prayer. And the team.  (:  I wish I could say "Don't you know that I'm at my Father's house?"  Gahh, but my Bahasa's not good, so there's alot of things which I can't explain.  But nevermind that, I'm back on my feet again.   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8195785698546054077?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8195785698546054077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8195785698546054077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8195785698546054077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8195785698546054077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-having-such-serious-problem-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-3410167708386681229</id><published>2007-10-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:58:23.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversation with Qing Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better a live coward than a dead hero O levels ended on 17:15 16-11-2006 says:&lt;br /&gt;eh i ask you..what is a cortex/?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed is in itself says:&lt;br /&gt;i only know kotex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed is in itself says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better a live coward than a dead hero O levels ended on 17:15 16-11-2006 says:&lt;br /&gt;i also know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better a live coward than a dead hero O levels ended on 17:15 16-11-2006 says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better a live coward than a dead hero O levels ended on 17:15 16-11-2006 says:&lt;br /&gt;SYLVIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then in the end we know cortex is a science word. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-3410167708386681229?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3410167708386681229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=3410167708386681229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3410167708386681229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/3410167708386681229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/conversation-with-qing-ying.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-4960466840025201</id><published>2007-10-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:51:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm SO PISSED at this person.&lt;br /&gt;First, she wanted to go play squash. Okay, so we set the time, Friday 4.30 to 6. Settled.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said she wanted to go to the florist opposite my house to buy flowers. Okay, so change of plan, 4.30 to 5 buy flower, 5 to 6 squash.&lt;br /&gt;And then, she said no need to go buy flowers alrdy. So, okay, back to original plan.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, she said she needs to go buy the flowers again! But she'll only reach my place at 5. So squash has to be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;JUST NOW, she said. "No need to go with me alrdy. You go your church."&lt;br /&gt;A MOMENT AGO, "Can you do me a favor, help me call up the florists to check if they got sell individual flowers."&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of background story. Okay so initially we set a time every week to play squash. Last Friday's was cancelled 'cos I went for rehearsal. I apologised. Then changed to Sunday. I wanted to change timing, 'cos it clashes with the dinner thing. I offered 2 timings for her, but she didn't want. Okay so cancelled. Again, I apologised.&lt;br /&gt;I told her way before, that I need to reach church by 7 on Friday for worship rehearsal. So everything has to end by 6. She was okay with that. For the third time she changed her plan, she called and said "church church church! Everything also church!" THAT sentence really REALLY infuriated me. Hello, I'm just sticking to my schedule. And to me, worship rehearsal is more important than... than... FLORIST AND SQUASH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so for the last time she asked me for that favor (in msn), I decided not to reply her. Like what Regina said, since she doesn't care about me, why should I care about her? I know it's not right to think this way, but it's seriously getting overboard alrdy. I WON'T GIVE IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God FIRST, not YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I wrote, I just need some ventilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today accompanied gramps to run errands (as usual). Then over lunch, grandma asked grandpa to eat faster, 'cos they gotta catch a plane later. I was a little confused, "I thought you're going back to Indo tomorrow?" Grandma: "No today! That's why I woke you up at 9 today." -.- All along I thought that 25th was a Friday. LOL. And like what I told some over dinner, they ate &lt;em&gt;Crystal Jade Kitchen &lt;/em&gt;on the 1st day, &lt;em&gt;Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao&lt;/em&gt; on the 2nd day, &amp;amp; finally &lt;em&gt;Crystal Jade Restaurant&lt;/em&gt; on the 3rd day which was today. Goodness. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the upcoming days. Lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-4960466840025201?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4960466840025201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=4960466840025201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4960466840025201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/4960466840025201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-pissed-at-this-person.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-454038901145005332</id><published>2007-10-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:14:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so so cold now. The aircon's not switched on, neither are the windows opened. *shivers* Joints are aching. LOL. So young get arthritis. Hahaha! Kidding. Signs and symptoms of fever? Gahh. I think my body's slightly warm. I want to fall sick, I don't want to fall sick.  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I can go for BOTH Prayer Meeting and Rehearsal!  :D Praise God. Heheh. I was kinda surprised my mum didn't ask anything much about what's going on.  (:  (:  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning- Nursing Laboratory. We were each given our own dressing sets and sterile gloves and all that  :D  Exciting! Gonna learn how to do wound dressing the next lesson. Uh, I'm kinda disgusted by open wounds though. Y'know, those yellowish pinkish fleshy ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played scissors, paper, stone during Psychology lecture. Hahaha! Fun fun. 'Cos we had to choose which topic our subgroups would do on for presentation. The winning group would get to choose the topic first. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year there's gonna be voluntary trips to Vietnam and some other places. But they're only for Singaporeans and PR! So unfair.  =/  And I actually asked in class "why only Singaporeans and PR can go?"  Haha. If I'm interested to go to any one of those places I hope I can appeal to go though  :D  It'll be really meaningful and fun. My "dream" of going to South Africa for mission trips. Haha, help those innocent children who're suffering from AIDS. Well, like I said it's just a dream. Whether to pursue it or not, that's another thing.  xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow, 'cos first two lessons are E-Learning, and Psychology which is supposed to be from 3-4 has been brought forward to today. Yups. So had to cancel our project meeting since we're not going to school, and postponed to Friday. If not we'd have 4 days of consecutive breaks.   -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bluff you lor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that case, have to accompany my grandparents to go out. zz. Buy some medicine at don't know where, and... ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start practicing for piano lesson. Cancelled last week's 'cos I haven't practiced. And I haven't started practicing. Gahhh. Alrights, shall go play now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lethargic and coldddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-454038901145005332?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/454038901145005332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=454038901145005332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/454038901145005332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/454038901145005332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-so-so-cold-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2910271845510238507</id><published>2007-10-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This car's very prettyyy :D (I don't know why I used that description. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3kaKy2mgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SIwk5aWiaxc/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124503089242872322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3kaKy2mgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SIwk5aWiaxc/s200/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pXay2mhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ivzmLqX15us/s1600-h/P1000821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124508539556370962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pXay2mhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ivzmLqX15us/s200/P1000821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pYKy2miI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ft2G4RePv5g/s1600-h/P1000831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124508552441272866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pYKy2miI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ft2G4RePv5g/s200/P1000831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZKy2mjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LP6aYn-oCVk/s1600-h/P1000856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124508569621142066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZKy2mjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LP6aYn-oCVk/s200/P1000856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZqy2mkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IwccCt3HO5Y/s1600-h/P1000858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124508578211076674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZqy2mkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IwccCt3HO5Y/s200/P1000858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZ6y2mlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fOjbzOkpf-0/s1600-h/P1000921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124508582506043986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3pZ6y2mlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fOjbzOkpf-0/s200/P1000921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the scenery. Splendid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3utay2mmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1-ene2Kcft8/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124514415071631970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3utay2mmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1-ene2Kcft8/s200/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uvqy2mnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/H1IlDgXGhrw/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124514453726337650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uvqy2mnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/H1IlDgXGhrw/s200/P1010096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uwKy2moI/AAAAAAAAAPs/140W3jfPA_0/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124514462316272258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uwKy2moI/AAAAAAAAAPs/140W3jfPA_0/s200/P1010112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uwqy2mpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VXmaGYm5MHs/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124514470906206866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3uwqy2mpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VXmaGYm5MHs/s200/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aights, waiting for my brother to send me the pics from his camera. Above's from grandparents'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2910271845510238507?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2910271845510238507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2910271845510238507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2910271845510238507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2910271845510238507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-cars-very-prettyyy-d-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNhR_1HTu_o/Rx3kaKy2mgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SIwk5aWiaxc/s72-c/P1010130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192025729657810234.post-1556268838894947668</id><published>2007-10-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:59:56.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;KIASU &lt;/em&gt;BUT NOT &lt;em&gt;KIASU &lt;/em&gt;ENOUGH.   -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Stayed up for nothing. Well not really. Lol. Hey, it's only 12.27 when I picked my elective, and Malay and Jap gone!!! Goodness. Guess other people are more &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; then us. Now having conference with 4 of my classmates regarding that. Haha. Raarrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so majority took Life Science. GREAT. More people to help one another. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured how to let go: taking Jap again would be a waste of time for me 'cos they'll be learning basics &lt;em&gt;a i u e o&lt;/em&gt;  which I don't need to know again. Okay. Phew. Got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-1556268838894947668?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1556268838894947668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=1556268838894947668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1556268838894947668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/1556268838894947668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/kiasu-but-not-kiasu-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-980880566800127376</id><published>2007-10-22T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:18:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only 11 out of 23 turned up for 9am Tutorial today. LOL. Woah, worst attendance ever. Haha, partly 'cos the other half thought that it was E-Tutorial, that's why didn't go for lesson. Luckily I didn't check my book, if not I would also have thought that I didn't have to attend lesson.  =P  But I think lesson was more productive that way. I was actually able to voice myself out (answer question). If it was the whole class then I don't think I would. Yeap, I prefer small classes.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Communication and Customer Service lesson again  :D  Super fun la. Hahahaha. 4 types of listeners: Passive, Distracted, Biased &amp;amp; (I forgot, but one who likes to interrupt and asks alot of questions). Interesting right! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was as usual, boring  -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stay up till midnight later and pick elective module. Hahahahaha, &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;.  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline! I sort of prepared a short "script" about what we discussed in msn. LOL. I'll recite it to you and see if it's okay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end at 12pm tomorrow! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's onlineeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-980880566800127376?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/980880566800127376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=980880566800127376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/980880566800127376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/980880566800127376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-11-out-of-23-turned-up-for-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6762560460983228135</id><published>2007-10-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:17:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner with grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;People might actually think that they're my parents. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6762560460983228135?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6762560460983228135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6762560460983228135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6762560460983228135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6762560460983228135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/dinner-with-grandparents-people-might.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-5902354539854678582</id><published>2007-10-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:31:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a really big (maybe I've never seen one so big before) COCKROACH while I was bathing just now  -.-  Kept looking at that thing (it was at the door, wasn't really close to me). Was wondering how to get out of the bathroom. LOL. I didn't want to shout for my maid 'cos I'll feel bad for waking her up, plus the door is locked. But anyway eventually I did when I got out. =/ Now got 2 baby cockroach outside  -.- Usually they come from the rubbish chute. YUCK. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Ensemble girl asked me to play for concert somewhere in Nov. I told her nooooooo. No confidence, I'm hello. only in grade 4. Plus I haven't had lessons for 6weeks. Oh, but still, I'm supposed to give her a reply by end of this month. I don't need end of this month to tell her, I'M NOT PLAYING. Haha.!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, must really boost my confidence level. I think it's totally not there. Gack. I feel short of alot of things, inadequate of skills. I remember Clement's email about not looking at my inadequacy but to look at what God can do through me (something like that). Ugh. *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also stop being too nice to people. I think I get taken for advantage too easily. Rarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU, for everything. Lol  (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-5902354539854678582?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5902354539854678582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=5902354539854678582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5902354539854678582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/5902354539854678582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw-really-big-maybe-ive-never-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6232414740327614453</id><published>2007-10-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:08:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things have happened... Two days seems like... Two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Dehydrated 'cos of excessive loss of fluid. LOL. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I met my relatives just now. WOW, never seen the city so crowded before. When I went there there was a huge traffic jam. Then when I reached Citylink Mall there's a human traffic. And waited for seats at NYNY for 45 minutes!!! 'Cos there were 8 of us la. My relatives-5, and Ms. Carmen and her son. Cecil! Still remember her? Haha. Okay so by the time dinner was over it was alrdy 2115.  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice practice! Actually I haven't been practicing piano pieces for lesson since I came back  =X  Chords everyday. LOL. Funny thing is, playing pieces get boring, but playing chords doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6232414740327614453?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6232414740327614453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6232414740327614453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6232414740327614453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6232414740327614453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-things-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2004944921662066166</id><published>2007-10-18T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:53:18.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of having to listen to people all day long. But when I myself need a listening ear, they simply... couldn't care less. What is this man?! Maybe I should start ignoring people. No, that's not good I know. )x I'm supposed to minister. But there is a limit to that, isn't there? Ugh. I don't know. I think it's back to zilch. I can only trust one person and his name is Jesus. Or maybe there is someone whom I trust. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to give up. But I tell myself. No, DON'T EVER GIVE UP. I can't imagine a life without God. Without my Comforter to comfort in. Without this Friend, who'll never abandon me. Without my Father, who loves me unconditionally. It's not going to be an easy journey. Jesus didn't promise us an easy journey. But it'll definitely be an exciting one. And great will be our reward in heaven for those who persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my next step should be. I'm always so in fear of taking a step of faith. Maybe when I surrender to God, I'm still holding on to a slice of everything. It's really time for a breakthrough. Powerful testimonies will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about unhappy stuff. (I hope I didn't infect anyone with my negativity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun today (: First 2hours were kinda boring actually. Bio. It's... getting more difficult to understand. Talk about the Nervous System. Neurons neurons neurons. Gahh. And so I'm not paying full attention in class 'cos it's so dry. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an elective module talk. Okay so these are the modules (pick ONE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. Computer Applications&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. English for Academic Purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Introduction to Life Sciences&lt;br /&gt;4. Basic Conversational Mandarin for Healthcare Professionals&lt;br /&gt;5. Basic Conversational Malay for Healthcare Professionals&lt;br /&gt;6. Appreciation of the Arts&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. French Language&lt;br /&gt;8. Japanese Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;9. Professional Image and Etiquette&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so basically I want to take up a Language. English would be more of literature, definitely NOT basic simple English. French would be something totally new. And Jap would be more appealing for me. So! I decided to take Jap. If it's those simple writing of &lt;em&gt;a i u e o &lt;/em&gt;(lol) then well. Easier to score right? Haha. If it's more than that then I think should be no problem also. And this module is every Monday 2-5pm! Gosh. 3hours straight. Who can &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson was Communications and Customer Service. We were given this scenario on a customer who bought a DVD full of scratches and wants a refund, but the company policy states that there should be no refund.&lt;br /&gt;So in our groups, we were supposed to act out with 4 different styles. 1. Blaming 2. Placating 3. Super reasonable 4. Irrelevant. My group did number 4. Hahaha. Came out with all sorts of irrelevant stuff. Super fun :D And group 3 who did on Blaming was really good. Lol. Should have given the "actors" an award nominee. Okay crap. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more group work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my topic for sharing alrdy laaa. I really cannot put everything together. And I don't have the... the... &lt;s&gt;heart&lt;/s&gt; to share that topic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2004944921662066166?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2004944921662066166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2004944921662066166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2004944921662066166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2004944921662066166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-242653798142967857</id><published>2007-10-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:02:29.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D! A Revelation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotion material today matches with what I "saw" today when I heard the news. Which means, I SHOULD carry on with that. The story in Luke 2:41-49 when Jesus replied to his parents who were &lt;em&gt;"anxiously searching for [him]" &lt;/em&gt;that &lt;em&gt;"Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thank you for encouraging me with this verse when I was feeling discouraged a few months back. And now I really know how this applies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;This might be a stepping stone for all of us (:&lt;br /&gt;BREAKTHROUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-242653798142967857?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/242653798142967857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=242653798142967857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/242653798142967857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/242653798142967857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/d-revelation-devotion-material-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2895644862309090542</id><published>2007-10-18T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:12:03.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finish at 1pm tomorrow!!! Finally can find time to prepare sermon (:&lt;br /&gt;God has it all planned. Let's just wait and see the wonders that He alone can do in our lives (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Thanks for today (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2895644862309090542?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2895644862309090542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2895644862309090542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2895644862309090542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2895644862309090542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finish-at-1pm-tomorrow-finally-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-8076919998653466322</id><published>2007-10-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:04:54.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cell Group!&lt;br /&gt;I think today's was better than the first one. Haha, didn't screw up as much. Only played wrong chord twice.  =X  Last minute changes, in the end Jordan played praise songs. I was like thinking "Fredaaaa!! The easiest and most enjoyable part and you take it away from me." LOL. Anyway, kudos to Jordan for playing without practicing today (:  But it was... a flop. You guys know why right. Hurr.  Okay so now, no more perfectionistic thinking. One mistake doesn't matter that much. All that matters is that I learn from it and don't make the same mistake.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school from 11 to 4 today for 2 hours of lecture  -.- Break from 12 to 3. Talked about attachments and such. Had fun catching up la. And lectures were enjoyable  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarh. I'm still not sure of how to go about preparing a sermon. Gahhh. This is so frustrating. 4 days left and I... still am not confident of preaching this topic. How to squeeze information on 23 pages into a 15min sharing??!!!  Okay, that... I got to... do something about it. (-.- duh). I don't know how to start and how to end, what to include and what no to. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)x  Ugh, just feel sad all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-8076919998653466322?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8076919998653466322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=8076919998653466322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8076919998653466322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/8076919998653466322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/cell-group-i-think-todays-was-better.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2126020023996974105</id><published>2007-10-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:02:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cecilia! My speaker can work  :D  Now can call through MSN don't need to waste phone bill anymore  (:  Speaking of talking on the phone, haven't talked to my parents for 5 days since they left for China  =/  I think this'll continue until next Monday when they go back. Then my grandparents will be here with me till 26Oct. I don't know why but I don't like it when I'm alone at home with them.   =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was DEAD. First two tutorials were talktalktalk from the lecturers. Basically what the modules are all about. Everyone was looking behind at the clock every once in a while la. Lol. Next up was Bio lecture.  -.-zz  Okay, managed to listen through 3/4 of it. When he went on to the diagrams my mind switched off. Okay la, the lecturer is not as bad as some people described him as. Or maybe because today's only the first lesson? I still prefer my previous lecturer though. The current one makes many grammar mistakes. LOL. I cannot really stand teachers who makes grammar mistakes. And it's not those which are of a "higher" level, but the simpler ones. I'm not saying that mine's perfect. But hey! Those teachers didn't get their Degree/ Masters with that kind of English standard right??? Haha. QingYing can't stand that either. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice clip thing in MSN is SO FUNNY. Lol. Was laughing throughout, really. LOLOLOLOL. Okay, so I told you I can't talk to non-living things. I couldn't even talk to the dummies in the Nursing Labs, what more into the mic facing a screen. Lol  xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from Hub my stomach was hurting real bad that I &lt;s&gt;almost cried&lt;/s&gt;  =X  Then I was like &lt;em&gt;Godddddd. &lt;/em&gt;Whew, then slowly it went away. Oh! But good thing is that my stomach's not churning anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell group tomorrow! Aights, shall try my best again.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2126020023996974105?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2126020023996974105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2126020023996974105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2126020023996974105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2126020023996974105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/cecilia-my-speaker-can-work-d-now-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-6131563577650241930</id><published>2007-10-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:34:48.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's alrdy 9.15pm and I still haven't finished eating dinner. Lol. Since... 8? -.- Busy chatting online. Haha! I need to improve my Bahasa man seriously. *looks out for indo people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm starting school tomorrow. As much as I look forward to it, I'm not willing to wake up at 7am everyday. Hah. Should start sleeping before midnight (or latest 1). If not can't concentrate in class. I haven't checked what books to bring tomorrow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;em&gt;Balls of Fury&lt;/em&gt; after CHC. Half asleep inside. I really wanted to sleep there but forced myself to watch if not money wasted -.- I've watched 4movies in this month alone! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm born a left-hander (dunno if there's such a term. lol). Then my mum "forced" me to change to right hand. Haha. So now I'm trying to do things with my left hand instead of right. I can use chopsticks with my left hand! I can shoot basketballs (the arcade one)! I can write legibly! (though not very nice). And when I bowl, tried using my left hand, though it went right into the gutter (-.-), it was still stronger. Lol. Hoping for a day when I can utilise both hands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heard of this thing if you're a right hander then you use your left brain and vice versa? Hur, who knows if I'm a left hander instead of right I might be doing something other than what I'm doing now. Lol. Or maybe I can be both since I'm born left but am right now. Haha. Kk, think too much  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Crap la. Nothing to post. Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-6131563577650241930?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6131563577650241930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=6131563577650241930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6131563577650241930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/6131563577650241930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-alrdy-9.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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-2192025729657810234.post-2774437866935790055</id><published>2007-10-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:23:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talked to Cecilia on the phone earlier on. Haven't talked for so long! Eh sis, harus telpon lebih sering dong. Haha! I think we should be each other's confidante? Since I won't tell friends around me my deepest secret (if i even have one). I trust my sister more. Lol. Kita berdua trustworthy right! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh guess what. I bought everything needed for the potluck today, in less than 15minutes! Waha. Bought 3bottles of Sprite, 3 tubs of ice cream, ice cream cones, plastic cups and sticks. Lol. Bought too much. 'Cos initially Jordan wasn't coming. But when he said he was coming I thought 2tubs wasn't enough, so I bought 3.  =P HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway thanks Jordan for "exploring" my piano. Haha. Alot of functions which I didn't know existed. Yay, now can practice songs more effectively (:  And through yesterday's practice for cell group (thanks again.), realised why I couldn't bring up dynamics. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHC tomorrow! Got to wake up at 6.30  -.-zz&lt;br /&gt;I think I better go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192025729657810234-2774437866935790055?l=testifiedthislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2774437866935790055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192025729657810234&amp;postID=2774437866935790055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2774437866935790055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192025729657810234/posts/default/2774437866935790055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testifiedthislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/talked-to-cecilia-on-phone-earlier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033312479261105830</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></feed>
