<?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-6128349</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:51:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn in believe</title><subtitle type='html'>its all about what i think i feel i want. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114778651105253988</id><published>2006-05-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:35:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Movie Day!!!It's a JB movie day when each ticket only cost 6RM.which is $2.70.It's damn cool la, call me cheapskate but the cinema is as gd, the distance is as far as orchard from sch but the ticket?? A quarter of the price!Went to catch posiden today totally worth every single cent. Coming up on 18th May are OVer the Hedge and the Davinci Code!! ( go in on tuesday to catch them!)Eh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114778651105253988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114778651105253988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114778651105253988' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114744382062979790</id><published>2006-05-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:27:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was on the MRT the other day all dressed up, reading 8 days.I began noticing the girl beside me reading a thick book that looks either like shakesphere or some nobel prize winner's book. When she saw my " L.C" ( low class) magazine, I almost thought she sniggered at me."Wah so boring" i tot.Then i continued reading my juicy 8 days which taught me how to get zoe tay's abs. Then i felt this weird</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114744382062979790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114744382062979790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114744382062979790' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114680691957604108</id><published>2006-05-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:28:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God noes how long i haven't blogged...hahaSaw a motorbike poof up into a ball of flames just half and hr ago, outta my friend's window at home. I think it looks cool, it looks better in fire then normal..haha.You wanna noe wat's sweet? someone special learned how to play my most favourite song in my most favourite movie on the guitar and on his not very special voice, sang it to me. I melted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114680691957604108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114680691957604108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114680691957604108' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114308266802832986</id><published>2006-03-23T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:59:26.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never once doubt that god will ever take a break from watching over me. But i guess sometimes i tend to forget bout it. When times gets a little bleak i dun seem to remmeber the pair of strong arms and ever peaceful joy tat i ALWAYS HAVE. He never fails to wait patiently for me to remember those things that he had promised anytime.Dear god. You have given me more than i've ever asked or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114308266802832986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114308266802832986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114308266802832986' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114217908371704999</id><published>2006-03-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:00:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I couldn't believe how good god is today!!!i conqurered the National Vertical Marathon. 43+5 levels, 96 flight of stairs.I dieded once on the 5th storey just when we begin to "chiong" up. my whole team sat down on the 6th floor. By the 10th floor i told them to go without me as i cannot take it already. By the 13th storey my legs were becoming so stiff it felt like i had steel bars chained onto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114217908371704999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114217908371704999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217908371704999' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114156814375875960</id><published>2006-03-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:16:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been a rather serious day. I went to the wake of one of my really really special friend's daddy. It was so familar. Just like mine close to 3 years ago. He just kindof dropped dead from just talking to us couple of hours ago. i never once blamed god( not that i can remember though) when one of the girls asked me the ques. the tot jus didnt come into my mind i guess.I just hate S.A TAN.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114156814375875960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114156814375875960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114156814375875960' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-114016227559073681</id><published>2006-02-17T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:44:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the beginning of the recess week...Dun seem to be exceptionally high or something. haha.HUMANS, the most irritating species in the world, when you have it you treat it like it's meant to be, when it's gone suddenly, you whine and whine and whine to the world about it.I got something really pretty as a present and i'm carrying it everyday. Never mind that my sister say it makes me look much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114016227559073681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/114016227559073681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114016227559073681' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113949164978741576</id><published>2006-02-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:27:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've actually forgotten when it was the last time updated.Lots of things i've forgotten lately. Not sure if it's rite though...I finally have my slack life back, no more cheerleading, surf sweat and other nid knots here and there. I really like it, having nothing to do, simply staring at the sky and today god was so good that i saw a really pretty rainbow that sent everyone wooing and ahhing. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113949164978741576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113949164978741576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113949164978741576' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113763507992229968</id><published>2006-01-19T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:44:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took 2 months of SUPER hard work for 3 minutes of performance and glory.But it was all worth it.Yesterday marked the ending of my short stint of being a "bimbotic" cheerleader, complete with a micro-mini skirt and ponytail to the side. I was high. so high i told my friend that i wanted to join ACERS. haha. Then i looked at all the blue blacks i have on my arms and legs i decided, maybe next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113763507992229968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113763507992229968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113763507992229968' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113652907380506906</id><published>2006-01-06T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:31:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a lonnnnnnnnnnnnng time since i last updated. time seems to ZOOM past.School's first week is like a holiday for me, haven't been going for any lessons BUT i'm starting to do tutorials SOON. hee. I backside itchy, went to join my hall cheerleading causing me to burn all my weekday nights doing the repeated routinue over and over and over again. i even got nightmares of it. My partner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113652907380506906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113652907380506906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113652907380506906' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113466050372060597</id><published>2005-12-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:33:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I dun wan alot for christmasthere is just one thing i needI dun care about the presentsunderneath the christmas tree..."This song is sooooooooooooo not true.I do care about the presents under the virtual tree i have. I do care bout all my loved ones and not just the one mentioned in the song. Most of all, i care that it's JESUS's birthdae!!!!!"Happy birthday JesusI'm so glad it's christmasAll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113466050372060597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113466050372060597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113466050372060597' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113397134802945800</id><published>2005-12-07T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:32:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Bikini stealerI hope that you can't fit in it, maybe you have a humongous crush on me but your too shy to admit it. It's ok, i'm not prejudice against lesbianism. Or maybe you are just perverted but 1 bikini from me, 2 bras from my roomie and 3 bras from the next door neighbour should be enuff to satisfy your fetish. I can't help but pity you when i think of how sad your mummy and daddy will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113397134802945800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113397134802945800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113397134802945800' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113348567114316243</id><published>2005-12-02T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:07:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I noe this post is alittle lagging as i'm one week past my last paper. But, this is the time where i can REALLY feel the holiday. I sleep late, i get to watch movies n sleep late, i get to eat, watch movies n sleep late! haha. As my bling bling in the bank was running low and the time on my hand got a tad too much to handle,( i slept till my head hurts) I've decided to do the next best thing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113348567114316243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113348567114316243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113348567114316243' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113258242278739966</id><published>2005-11-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:16:37.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And i just can't wait...can't wait..can't wait... to be king!" I can just hear that from the lion king song. for me?"ANd i just can't wait, can't wait, can't wait...to tml!"my last core paper ends tml at 4pm. When the teacher saes PENS DOWN. it shall be my happiest 2 words.WO HOO!!I love christmas and i cannot lie. GOd bless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113258242278739966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113258242278739966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113258242278739966' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113193549738259140</id><published>2005-11-14T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:31:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your love reaches outYou hold me closeWhen i need you mostI live to worship you."A lovely lovely song that never fails to make me smile. I realised how blessed i am lately. The more i rested in him, the more blessings came like a flowing jet of water.(strong and alot)I found favor in my tutor's eyes as i went to get consultation from him and another time slot today when everyone seems to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113193549738259140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113193549738259140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113193549738259140' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113161651211469321</id><published>2005-11-10T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:55:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the midst of exams, i've decided to plan for a holiday after the exams. So i went down to the nearby travel agency earlier on hoping to get some ideas on where to go.When i arrived there, i took the brochues and looked at them." Fare includes--return flights, 3nights accomodation, breakfast blah blah..""Hmm. How come only got return flight? Then how we go there? find plane on our own ar?"I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113161651211469321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113161651211469321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113161651211469321' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113132641610630231</id><published>2005-11-07T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:20:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a paper in 4 hours time but my eyes are not on it.I have my eyes on the gospel of love.Jesus is just so sweet!Yesterday i had a revelation. I was on my way to church when my friend commented on how babies are never afraid even when they are in danger? As long as they feel that someone is holding them. ( We saw a parent doing a micheal jackson stunt on their baby who is dangerously peering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113132641610630231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113132641610630231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113132641610630231' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113076012413384459</id><published>2005-10-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:10:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have 7 days more.7 days was how long God took to create the whole universe.1 thing at a time, and men was the final creation on the 7th day.God is my god.Imagine what he can do for me in 7 days.I smile thinking of it.All these exams are nothing.God is so gd! He only wants me to enjoy the process and reap the harvest. He gave the children of israel manna when they were sleeping and when they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113076012413384459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113076012413384459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076012413384459' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113050813166188967</id><published>2005-10-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:03:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little flirting never hurt anyone?Today i was at the canteen and i qued up for the Famous BeefBall House to get dinner."Uncle Beefball Kuay Tiao, add egg, add vege hor.""Uncle ar, your sliced fish kuay Tiao and BeefBall Kuay Tiao the soup same enot?""You cannot taste got difference meh?" Uncle said."Dun have le, but both also my favourite." i flashed him a mega-wide smile."Aiyo, next time you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113050813166188967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113050813166188967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113050813166188967' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-113023844922533751</id><published>2005-10-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:08:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I survived my 3 quizzes day! First time in my life, a first for many else too.But GUESS wat?I did better in these 3 quizzes than the rest that i've ever done this semester. Praise god. I did a RELAC Slack attitude. Though i still studied, i wasn't stress. I knew that god was infront of me. I can't believe it's all over. My last quiz this semster which means my first exam is NEXT week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113023844922533751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/113023844922533751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113023844922533751' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112996048508635226</id><published>2005-10-22T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:54:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been home for close to 2 weeks. Dunno wat's up at home. The worst part happened just now when i tried calling everyone with a handphone at home BUT no one picked up the phone and i tot they all went or a holiday without me, which DOES happen. ( Jus like the last time they packed up and went Bintan, tellin me only when i'm back, just because they know that i have school) I miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112996048508635226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112996048508635226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112996048508635226' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112961588616055038</id><published>2005-10-18T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:13:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm the girl who's more loved by her daddy god than anyone else aroundI'm the girl who never onced whinned or complained about having a lesser familyI'm the girl who had so much freedom since she could rememberI'm the girl who first dyed her hair golden at 13 and subsequently every school holiday but still have pretty hairI'm the girl who's first kiss was at 18, alittle late but nontheless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112961588616055038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112961588616055038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112961588616055038' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112926225066057182</id><published>2005-10-14T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:57:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day, i literally wanted to bite off people's head and visualised them being crushed under my feet. I even said it out loud in a meeting and then became so embarassed that i wanted to become as tiny as the ants crawling infront of me then."I feel like biting people's head off" was my exact words and i kindof said it loud enough for all 17 people at the round table to hear. BUT everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112926225066057182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112926225066057182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112926225066057182' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112894312126517150</id><published>2005-10-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:18:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pastor said ---Thank God.For wat?Some may say.I earn my own money that i put on the tableI educate my children with my hard-earned sweat and bloodI do thisI do thatEver thank god for eyes that can see?Ears that can hear?Friendship we own?Yesterday i began thinking of all the things i can thank god for. I came out with a long long list of things that i can start thanking from mornin to night. It's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112894312126517150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112894312126517150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112894312126517150' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112874131888507499</id><published>2005-10-08T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:16:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging recently. It's like nothing WAO happened. unless you count the recent "pissed off" attitude i had when i realise that our spinster tutor forgot to tell us that there was a test and insisted in an EMAIL that there is going to be one. Come on' la, who will check the mail every hour of the day? In the end, i resorted to getting a 2 day MC just so i can get a retest someday. Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112874131888507499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112874131888507499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112874131888507499' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112783090524985366</id><published>2005-09-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:34:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY COM'S DEAD.Ok, more like brain dead.It has a pulse coz i see the battery charging light flickering all the timeBut there's no screen, it's as though some thing inside just snapped.And i thought it was finally the time when i can have a working gd lappie.It's time god bless me with a brand new one.Amen.*I'm still so so happy*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112783090524985366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112783090524985366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112783090524985366' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112729716900813429</id><published>2005-09-21T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:09:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, i wonder, what it's like to cheat.Most common form of cheatin---tests and quizzes ( of coz there are exams if you think you are skill-ded enuff) I never knew how to do that (seriously) everytime i try to slant my eyes alittle to the side, i can feel my teacher staring down on my neck when he is obviously trying so hard to keep awake. So i freak out and gave up copying, surrendering to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112729716900813429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112729716900813429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112729716900813429' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112722383225424088</id><published>2005-09-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:44:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise what is "every penny's worth" today. I gave 40sing dollars to dot to get stuff from bangkok. It got me, 1pair of earrings, 1 straw bag, 2 skirts, 1 top.Cool. Thnx babe!I've never liked to be in a rollarcoaster ride. Not in love, not literal either. However i do know of some friends who love to chase after " bad boys" in another words, the worst they are, the better. I've tried to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112722383225424088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112722383225424088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722383225424088' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112669227999490640</id><published>2005-09-14T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:05:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone special never gets named, people asked. I'm not one who shows PDF, not a very good person to show ways of caring, neither am i the most tactful person in the world. I have to agree. BUT i'm learning, not by my own effort but by the grace of god and by his love for me. I've learnt to get up extra early to buy breakfast walk through the hot sun to deliever them, i've learnt to rush between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112669227999490640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112669227999490640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112669227999490640' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112649689747354384</id><published>2005-09-12T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:48:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Holi Holi Holi day! Ya hoo!!Ok, even though i'm still in school on a monday at least i'm not rushing for school and i can sleep in late. Some of my friends just keeps complaining that they still have alot of work to do in school during the hols but they are not at all appreciative that at least we HAVE alittle more free time to ourselves.Mum's coming back today! and i have a driver. haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112649689747354384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112649689747354384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112649689747354384' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112619648651112115</id><published>2005-09-09T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:22:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's such a special day. 8 very special people took the time and effort to celebrate a beleted birthday for me! I even got a delicious choco cake bought by beng despite being able to use the time to study or doin it for smth else.Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart, you didnt have to do this, and people like yuan kai and ivy looked so tired but yet they came. It was good weather todae </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112619648651112115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112619648651112115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619648651112115' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112608722134487196</id><published>2005-09-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:03:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've realised that we're all nostalgic somehow or another.It may be to an old blankie we've used since we were 3years old, though stinky and fallin into pieces we refuse to throw them away and even planned to take it with us like a bethroned gift into our future married lives.It may be to some old messages on the handphone, email or even hand written letters of loved ones, once-loved ones and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112608722134487196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112608722134487196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112608722134487196' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112591796879419487</id><published>2005-09-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:00:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Thank you jesus for giving such a blessed birthday, enjoying your love and the blessings that you gave, i expect only good things to come. Amen*I had such a bless blessed birthday! Tears of joy filled my eyes for 3times. haha. Seriously i think i'm like a cry-baby. Watching Superstar also made me tear. blah. I'm just KIND-Good-Hearted. lol. I had a beautiful and really pretty, wonderful present </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112591796879419487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112591796879419487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112591796879419487' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112563281789472372</id><published>2005-09-02T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:47:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE IT WHEN MY CASHCARD CANNOT BE ACCEPTED!when i just topped it upwhen i have a whole chunk of notes to printwhen the person who assisted me wasn't cutewhen i missed lunch to get all this done.oh did i mention---- I HATE PEOPLE WHO IGNORES MEwhen i blabber on and on bout smth which is really upsettingwhen i just did badly for my test n i just wanna talkwhen i'm feelin excited bout the cute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112563281789472372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112563281789472372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112563281789472372' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112548250353363221</id><published>2005-08-31T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:01:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dunno what happen today, feelin happy for a moment then alittle uneven the next.Must be the 2 quiz on thurs n fri that's disturbing me, but i noe the holy spirit is askin me to pray for comfort. I'm feelin this wae probably becoz of the last quiz i had which i put in time to study but yet still didnt do very well. The devil is just all out to be irritating. WELL, he'll never succeed!On a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112548250353363221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112548250353363221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548250353363221' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112489047748283670</id><published>2005-08-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:35:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here i am, drinking chocolate milk for dinner.I'm officially fat-ter than before.3kg to be exact.It's disgusting at how i eat 5 meals a day.Not countin this packet of milk being the 6th. (not really a meal though, this is how i keep consolin myself)Oh well. All good things will end somehow i guess. haha. BUT tell me, guys do like girls who are meaty rite? Oh and most importantly, jesus loves fats</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112489047748283670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112489047748283670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489047748283670' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112470786532666106</id><published>2005-08-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:51:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wat a Great Sports Ball 2005!!!We won the best dressed group in our retro dressing. I really want to post it up. Someone pls teach me? I promise i'll not whine while being taught. Really love my 10 individual darlings so much, they did a really sweet big photo collection thingie for me and beng. I noe time has been spent into doin it, thankz guys! No matter if we lose contact or see each other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112470786532666106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112470786532666106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112470786532666106' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112429833555374181</id><published>2005-08-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:07:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Thank you lord for making me laugh each dayThank you lord for listening to me as i prayThank you lord for your amazing graceNever leaving me out of your gazeThe way you made each day newLike the sweet sweet morning dewUnderserved it is trueThis life of mine that you drew*A children church song that i love so much and the only one i can remember whenever i'm feeling afraid..."You love me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112429833555374181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112429833555374181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112429833555374181' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112390584192978125</id><published>2005-08-13T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:04:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you realised that sometimes you plan and plan for certain things to happen, to take place to the exact hour and min, then it went totally off, not even the day planned was close to the inital one and you realise that all your efforts maybe wasted?Yea. Tat's why i'm always an impromtu person."Come let's go now, skip everything, who cares?"Is what i love to say."Oh no, die, this time ma-ti"Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112390584192978125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112390584192978125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112390584192978125' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112374075075843454</id><published>2005-08-11T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:12:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather is simply horrible! Doesn't help that i wore jeans out today and stupid primary school covered toe shoes becoz i have lab session. Thiong said my shoes dun match, jialiang said i look like a pri school girl, Terrence saes i look weird today. N then i went to the mirror for 15times today and realise i dun look that bad. haha. It's just how people are critical when i dun look pretty for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112374075075843454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112374075075843454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112374075075843454' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112321318210713183</id><published>2005-08-05T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:40:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realise i have faithful readers too! Yup, despite not having a single posted picture since the birth of my blog till now. (becoz i dunno how to do it) The other day one of my adorable freshie asked, "Eh why u nvr post? I everyday see also dun have."Haha. I simply have to laugh. To people like wen, who gets thousands of readers everyday, you'll think i'm nuts to mention about even one. But,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112321318210713183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112321318210713183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112321318210713183' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112303179595699789</id><published>2005-08-03T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:16:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated much lately. No, its not that nothing is happening and i'm just rotting my life away, Nope, its not that i have too much "life" that i cant even fork out 5mins to update. Sometimes, you just dun feel like doin it. Those who noe what i mean would be nodding their head profusely. haha.Highlight of the week! Yesterday was tooth extraction day. My first wisdom tooth. $138. 1 jab at 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112303179595699789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112303179595699789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112303179595699789' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112239946175723248</id><published>2005-07-27T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:38:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's started. I have a great roomie, great freshies, great timetable. Great God.If any freshies ever read this, i not only talk bout god here k. I keep talkin bout it becoz he is a very big part of me life. haha.I love fallin in love everyday. Over and Over again. With the jesus i love. ALlowing me to love another. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112239946175723248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112239946175723248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239946175723248' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112213204910414167</id><published>2005-07-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:21:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's starting in 2 days. I have zero things on my hall table, nothing in my cupboards except for cobwebs and dust, no bed sheet on my bed either. I have a total stranger as a roomie and the only thing i noe is she is singaporean, freshie and in BUS. I printed all my notes but cant remember where i placed them, i packed all my clothes only to wonder how i can bring them. AND school is starting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112213204910414167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112213204910414167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213204910414167' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112192993465496216</id><published>2005-07-21T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:14:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday i was at Zouk. nope i'm not blogging bout scandals, cute guys or podium girls who's black underwear kept giving all the guys a peek-a-boo.Towards 3am i saw alot of trans strutting into zouk while i was sitting outside. They were gorgeous much better than the ones i saw earlier. And then i said aloud. " So pretty!! i feel so embarassed, i shld jus hide in a corner." What surprised me was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112192993465496216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112192993465496216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112192993465496216' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112173746976201700</id><published>2005-07-19T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:45:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure many people have already blogged about sports camp. BUT i'm still gonna do so.Wao, the first time being a GL, my first batch of freshies--Eagles SU 12. I still remembered the first day when we all met for short briefing on saturday in milenia walk, i was blur, my co-gl was blur my freshies were worse. BUT we manage to survive n moved on. 7 days flew by with lots of complains, laughters, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112173746976201700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112173746976201700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112173746976201700' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112080694509126070</id><published>2005-07-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:16:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a joke.The devil tot he was having fun.I'm still in taiwan.I missed the plane.I was so so so so angry yesterday when i reached the airport wae to late to check in, i was 5 mins away from the time the flight was scheduled to fly. THen the devil took advantage of the situaiton n made me pissed off. i was mean to everyone ( i didnt mean it). Becuase i had so much planned today in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112080694509126070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112080694509126070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112080694509126070' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112056448627436010</id><published>2005-07-05T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:55:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found something i wanna share." If u haven realised, I HAF GOT A PROBLEM. i got a phobia of commitment. i really do. i am a natural born loafer" posted by Euwin Koh. www.almosthonest.blogspot.comhaha. I realise that wat's past isn't my fault after all. (for those who noe what i'm talking about)Thank god for that, for i'm in bliss now.god bless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112056448627436010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112056448627436010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056448627436010' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112040113222081973</id><published>2005-07-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:34:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dun believe it.I can't believe it.I refuse to believe it.The holidays are coming to an end!!It feels like yesterday when i went "Yuppie! wah 3 months le, how pass? maybe i'll go Europe for one month, taiwan for another and then slack at home. "Ya rite, outta of the dreams i had, i did slack at home, i did go to taiwan but NO EUROPE( it was a pretty far-fetched dream to begin with)Well, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112040113222081973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112040113222081973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040113222081973' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-112002671731441627</id><published>2005-06-29T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:32:04.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father God, i thank you for the words you've placed in my heart and in my mouth, to say the right things at the right time, you've never failed me and this time is no exception. You will continue to make all things right and shine from glory to glory.Amen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112002671731441627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/112002671731441627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112002671731441627' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111993957598099477</id><published>2005-06-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:19:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't blog for a long time.Hi.In Taiwan now for those who are wondering why i've disappeared from the face of the earth.I was bridesmaid last saturday for one of the most beautiful weddings i've ever been too. It was held at the Singapore Arts Museum in a lovely little chapel decorated with beautiful white roses n tulips, dinner was on the ground floor an open concept buffet style. The food was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111993957598099477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111993957598099477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111993957598099477' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111876968570725292</id><published>2005-06-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:21:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read dot's entries and i felt god's gentle whispers and love through it. I love reading what god has done touching others and i love to talk about how he keeps me sheltered under his wings and i'll never fall. Yup, i'm still in school at 1:12am in the same computer at the same place.Just now i was sitting down trying to think what has god done in my life that is spectacular enough to pen it down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111876968570725292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111876968570725292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876968570725292' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111842598970776098</id><published>2005-06-11T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:53:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 1:47am and i'm here still in school. Dead beat, my backbone is aching i can only sit straight and when i slouch it hurts. Probably its becoz of the long train ride from one end to another.Just ended dance practice for the sports camp. I'm no cheerleader and i dun weigh 10kg. I can't be thrown around and i can't keep my knees and elbows locked and pretend i'm a dead log. This will take tons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111842598970776098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111842598970776098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111842598970776098' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111755114062171793</id><published>2005-05-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:52:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got another tuition assignment!! I tell you god's works just keeps getting better. This time its weekend at the east just what i totally wanted and it pays really good.Wen, i miss you. Not in the lesbian-y way. haha. I just realise that we're the only few people who calls you that whereas everyone calls you by another name. Though you're busy with stuff and so am i(most of the time not..haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111755114062171793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111755114062171793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111755114062171793' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111733736801539175</id><published>2005-05-29T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:29:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a tuition assignment!!!!!Praise God!Was praying for one and then the phone rang. Sigh sometimes you just go in awe on what he has done and you have no idea how to repay that becoz we don't have too at all! Tell me this is definitely better than the Great Singapore Sale or Round the World ticket. haha.Nothing is gonna dampen this spirit of mine as the next few days ahead are busy busy n </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111733736801539175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111733736801539175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111733736801539175' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111690220900793144</id><published>2005-05-24T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:36:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided that if i so rich that money is not money but sand in the sea.I'd go be slim. N make sure that we have...World Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111690220900793144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111690220900793144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690220900793144' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111690196172904340</id><published>2005-05-24T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:32:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the morning of a tuesdae.I slept last nite with the sheer determination that i will go to the gym the moment my eyes open in the morning.Here i am blogging n my options for later is...1) eat delicious breakfast my aunt bought from the nearby market consisting of carrot cake, youtiao, beehoon n soya bean milk.2) watch some re-runned vcds AGAIN n ignoring the pleas of the food.3) stop staring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111690196172904340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111690196172904340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690196172904340' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111656556290809234</id><published>2005-05-20T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:06:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise God!!!!!!!!I had a great improvement for my results this semester! God really ans all prayers. Though i still didnt clear one subject but it was a borderline fail and i am already very very happy. At least i noe i can clear them by next year. He never fails me. Ok! I'm so happy now i dunno what to do. Jump around. Hope around. Sing around. Fool around."Your love never lets me goIt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111656556290809234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111656556290809234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656556290809234' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111638201230437131</id><published>2005-05-18T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:06:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's GE lesson, my lecturer mentioned something.After 7 days of your death, who remembers you?True... to a certain extent.Brought this out as a discussion yesterdae on the wae back home with wen n pam after our long awaited gathering. Maybe i'll be remembered as someone hard working all my life. When everyone would be back to doing their own things carrying on with their own life after 7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111638201230437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111638201230437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111638201230437131' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111570303257745102</id><published>2005-05-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:30:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You noe its the holidays when1)Your only reason to wake up is becoz ur tummy is growling2)The only important thing to do is to check out what time is your fav show3)Nite seems much longer than the day(becoz it'll be late noon when we open our eyes)4)When you can't count shoppin discount properly becoz we havent been really using our brainsmany many more..Many of my friends are working real hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111570303257745102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111570303257745102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111570303257745102' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111516059422893389</id><published>2005-05-04T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T06:50:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coz i'm leaving on a jet plane ( budget arline actually)Don't know when i'll be back again ( just 4 daes later lor)Oh babe, i hate to go( ya rite)Using free internet access in T1. Came wee too early. Kiasuism they call it. me? i call it being prepared early. haha.My trip has been blessed before i even experience it for the lord has gone forth before me!hello sunny island. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111516059422893389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111516059422893389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111516059422893389' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111501710124655858</id><published>2005-05-02T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:58:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met up with wen, pam n dee on fridae n had a great time! THough short it was good. Haven't met them for so long. Yes i noe its becoz of me that i we havent met for so long. When i come back from phuket i'll mk sure u guys will be sick of me. haha. N meet with ian the whinny male version of me. *Will get some really nice stuff back if i can k*Lots of things are happening at home. Everytime they do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111501710124655858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111501710124655858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111501710124655858' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111474247993214170</id><published>2005-04-29T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:43:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's offically the hols which is close to hell.SOund's contradicting?Last nite had a horrible experience at work.I polished over 500 wine glasses, cut my fingers, bruised my knuckles n my manager had 1 thing to sae. "All this glasses are so dirty i cannot believe u misses them, what the hell are u doin?"" Maybe you can go ask hell." I tot.Tat's so bad, but what to do, he's worse.God has blessed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111474247993214170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111474247993214170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111474247993214170' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111440540871663191</id><published>2005-04-25T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:03:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can u smell the air?????Haha,I love it.Everything seems nice.*winkz*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111440540871663191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111440540871663191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111440540871663191' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111423642467739737</id><published>2005-04-23T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:07:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a beautiful SATURDAY. The sun's shining, the air's great, everythings' perfect EXCEPT that i have to STUDY. This is the last 2 days before my last major paper on monday then it's" HUr? What is studying? Aiyo so poor thing ar stil have wat? 2 papers? Hur? NUS haven't even started yet. WAh, i holiday already le. So much time on my hands DUNNO wat to do. haha."I miss wen, pam n dee. But not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111423642467739737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111423642467739737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111423642467739737' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111390204549666560</id><published>2005-04-19T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:14:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 down, 3 to go!More compact studying for the next few days i can see myself in.Means, More brain loss, More fustratration, More pimples.Less sleep, Less fun, Less lovable thoughts.It's ironic how exams can do extreme things to people. Either pull them together or cause them to fall apart. For me? I love exams, i just hate the taking the paper part. I dun mind cramping everythg together with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111390204549666560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111390204549666560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111390204549666560' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111361062632728466</id><published>2005-04-16T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:17:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Saturday! Beautiful even though i have only finished one konked-up paper. THe lord said yesterdae when i was feeling really down when exams and trials came and went but i knew that the end is with him, right in his embrace. With that in my heart, nothing else can ever go wrong. I noe that sometimes when i feel in the pits or lousy its when i forget his tender love. Never becoz he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111361062632728466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111361062632728466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111361062632728466' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111344660025257193</id><published>2005-04-14T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:54:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been breathing maths and eating maths if you can actually do that for the past few days. Literally. Been camping over at Rach's house with her really really nice family and professer Vin-cy and married man( my chauffer) and rach mama. haha.This is gonna be my immediate family for the next 3weeks. oh n did i mention the dog which response to all sorts of name?THis exam IS GONNA WORK. Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111344660025257193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111344660025257193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111344660025257193' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111278510584294906</id><published>2005-04-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:58:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that i am pretty influenced by others. Not in all things but in some. For example, when i was young, i look at my teacher in kindergarden and thought," Wah this teacher so pretty and nice to me, next time when i grow up i wanna be like her." and gave the accomplised smurk on my face that i've gotten my whole life's career marked out at the age of 5.When i became a little older, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111278510584294906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111278510584294906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111278510584294906' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111262246142558210</id><published>2005-04-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:49:56.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All my poly friends have finished their lasts exams for their lifetime( at least for the short period of time) and here i am slogging for my last 7th one. COOL. I can't afford history to repeat itself. It's too expensive, too taxing on the heart and too saddening. So, being the daughter of the king, HE Will not allow tat to happen. HISTORY is all in fact-- HIS STORY.Ok, i'm gonna tell everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111262246142558210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111262246142558210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111262246142558210' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111215475881062836</id><published>2005-03-30T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:53:03.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime i read everyone else's blog, i realise how much i miss them.ROO, CJ, WEN, PAM, DEE. IANIE, GINA.ANd DOt. yes. even her.god bless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111215475881062836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111215475881062836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111215475881062836' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111215236558598219</id><published>2005-03-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:13:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a job!!! Yes, me lazy bum ass has got a job. Actually i didnt use to be so lazy its becoz i have nth to do that caused me to indulge in the luxury of laziness. Dun ask me why a job when i'm slapped in the middle of exams. Maybe becoz i really like the job? Anywae its just waitressing at the most beautiful place i've seen, It's just next to this river( dunno which one) and the fine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111215236558598219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111215236558598219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111215236558598219' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111156799270282481</id><published>2005-03-23T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:53:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that i've been and will be blogging more often now that the exams are here. SOunds ironic? It's becoz i wld find every single chance to get away from those notes n tutorials which are haunting me. Everyone seems to be asking the same thing "Eh, you start studying already enot." THen you sae " Ya, just started not long." They give u the " AIyo, even SHE also studyin i better roll to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111156799270282481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111156799270282481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111156799270282481' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111147026341157721</id><published>2005-03-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:44:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just went swimming, my third time in the NTU swimming pool. To the benefit of all others who havent been here before it, the amt of sch fees we pay very year ( 6000 bucks per student and there's like 10 000's of us ard) the pool is indeed in very very bad shape. Sometimes i wonder where does all the money goes, other than the super blasting cold libaries which obviously made us feel for once that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111147026341157721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111147026341157721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111147026341157721' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111128494999048816</id><published>2005-03-20T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:16:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love sundays. Definitely not becoz monday's just round the corner. I think it's becoz it's the only morning i have breakfast hot and scrumptous on the table the only dae out of the week. Home's the best place to be. Some may not agree mayb becoz of naggy mothers' or family problems. But hey, when your away from it long enuff, you'll learn to miss it, yes, even the fights.I watched boggieman on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111128494999048816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111128494999048816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111128494999048816' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111106234860865569</id><published>2005-03-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:28:14.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt like slapping yourself real hard on the head sometimes? Maybe after you did something really ridiculously stupid( which of course didn't seem as dumb at time of incident)? Or you forgot to do something you've been reminding yourself for the past week?When that happens, I'd like to call that human nature. (GO ahead say that it's a console to myself) Exams just like really around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111106234860865569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111106234860865569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106234860865569' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111085813485879570</id><published>2005-03-15T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:43:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You noe how sometimes we feel that certain things are not there. (when they actually are?) like maybe an old friend, a feeling which we onced had and now wonder at times weather it was all for real, god's grace and mercy esp when things are goin in all the directions to hell and not a trace of heaven could be felt?I have this feeling of a certain someone i noe. " It" is very very close to me. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111085813485879570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111085813485879570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111085813485879570' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111072318359804832</id><published>2005-03-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:13:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If words could really describe how bless one is, how angry one is or how sad one is it should be pretty impossible. Dun think i'm talkin crap. But sometimes a person's expression says more than a letter full of words. For now, the best i can put in words is tat i am experiencing immerse god's grace in my life.I went to watch DIsney On Ice yesterday! On the first day it was open! Call me a kid but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111072318359804832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111072318359804832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072318359804832' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-111045950773610237</id><published>2005-03-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:00:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time since i blogged!I miss blogging not sure if u miss reading entries. haha. sometimes i feel that blogs are the only way i can stay in touch with some of my friends without actually meeting them. Ya sure u can sms, but hey how many of you are gonna reply a "hey how have u been? anythg new in ur life?" messages?SOO wat's new in my life? haha. Same school, same courses, same sweetheart, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111045950773610237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/111045950773610237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111045950773610237' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110998991706585503</id><published>2005-03-05T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:32:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like the new blog skin? Finally begged dee and wen to do something about it. Though this blog skin and the things i write are alittle contradicting but i realise that's the wae i am. A Babe In Total Control of Herself. BITCH. We all have alittle of her within each of us whether we like it or not. More often then not, the Bitch side in us appears when we least want it to sometimes incontrollably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110998991706585503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110998991706585503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110998991706585503' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110948272151881251</id><published>2005-02-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:39:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just super happy now. OVer specifically what i dun noe. It's just that everything in my life is going so well i has only gotta be the magic of the angels. Sometimes of the day i feel i'm walking on clouds u noe the light-uplifeted feeling you get simply becoz you just got to eat your fav brand of ice-cream. PLUS i managed to run around the reservior yesterdae and i went swimming this morning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110948272151881251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110948272151881251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110948272151881251' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110938299797506147</id><published>2005-02-26T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:39:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went RUNNING! On MY OWN. Not in school but at the reservior.OK, finally let it out. haha. Haven't been running for as long as i can remember and the rounds of tyres around my waist has never been too much of a mercy to me as it more than often gives the world a peek-a-boo whenever i wore clothes that were only fit for stick people. I shall not digress and proceed on to the world of "fashion" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110938299797506147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110938299797506147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110938299797506147' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110861321003671011</id><published>2005-02-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T12:07:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've finally printed all my maths notes which were dued in mid week of january. At least i managed to get evverything done before the recess week. Credit from All. haha.I read blogs on how people spent their v-dae. Some obviously bitter some left me growing green with envy. Everytime i return to my old whinny self about how couples are being over-rated on the dae. I get this " can you pls shut up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110861321003671011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110861321003671011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110861321003671011' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110748134193967287</id><published>2005-02-04T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T09:42:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year's Here. AGAIN. It sometimes amazes me how time flies without noeing, sometimes with me getting a little pissed of at it zooming pass me like i wasn't a part of it. OK, i noe i sound totally ridiculous but maybe this is what they mean by time waits for no man.Went for supper last nite, since i can't remember when was the last time i actually went out for one. I actually have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110748134193967287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110748134193967287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110748134193967287' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110715342310236638</id><published>2005-01-31T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:37:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i havent been blogging. I KNOW. N of course as a sign of rebeliousness or whatever you calll that, the pictures on my blog has decided to go and strike. So all you see are white boxes and the same entry for almost a month. I'm not surprise if everyone tks me out from they're friends list. haha.I bet lots of people has blogged about Surf N Sweat 2005 which just ended yesterdae. Enuff said bout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110715342310236638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110715342310236638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110715342310236638' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110511013839380716</id><published>2005-01-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:02:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm over at john's place AGAIN! hey john babe, if you ever read this, this is a big thank you shout out for allowing us into ur apartment with no parental advisory. haha. It's more like a place where we could meet n escape from home, school, work and just cook n be merry.I guess no matter how perfect life may seem on the surface, we all need a place to hide once in a while just to mk sure we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110511013839380716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110511013839380716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511013839380716' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110474285312227888</id><published>2005-01-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T17:03:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I manage to survive my first day of school 2005.I see familiar faces which are soo fun n comforting to be with people like rach, alex, vince, junliang, married man etc. I can feel it in my bones in every inch of my body that this yr is so dAMn good! I've seen some look todae, the "you failed enough subjects last sem so haha, lets see how many more subjects you're gonna fail this sem. Look at ur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110474285312227888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110474285312227888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110474285312227888' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110423497647378359</id><published>2004-12-28T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:56:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt the spirit of christmas this year. Not through eating of turkey or gathering with my family watching tv specials and laughing at it. I missed a scrumptous christmas eve dinner and went for carollin instead. Had half a mind not to go innitally becoz i wasnt even a regular caregrp attender which means i dun even noe more than half of the names of those who were involved. It was a SMU/NTU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110423497647378359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110423497647378359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110423497647378359' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110359849849264749</id><published>2004-12-21T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:08:31.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since i blogged. OK not tat long considering i have firends who's previous entries were like in June 2003. haha. I'm back from all the places that i have to be. THIS time really back. Back in school to cover IH games, Back to smell the air around here and back to wake my favourit and only roomie up. haha. Just ask her how irritating i was this morning. SHe's such a sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110359849849264749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110359849849264749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110359849849264749' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110282817591204654</id><published>2004-12-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:09:53.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Wen! This entry shall be dedicated to our 7 years of friendship! Thought there are such things called the 7 year itch, i'll never get another bestest friend haha. *not to worry* We've gone through lots of shit and even major disputes either becoz of lost clothes or guys. ( jus kiddin, we're more sophsicated than that riteee)Me and wen were talkin on MSN yesterdae and we realise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110282817591204654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110282817591204654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110282817591204654' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110267281027843452</id><published>2004-12-10T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:01:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hear Aye Hear Aye..I got a C for my religion and Social life. TA MA DE. IS IT BECOZ MY SKIRT IS NOT SHORT ENUFF. haha. TOLD YOU MY ANG MO TEACHER IS GAY. most of my cls guys got B lor. Is it me i wonder? then i decided NOOOOO. Religion is my fav subject minus those times i've been sleeping during lessons, didnt do any of the tutorials IT WAS STILL MY FAV SUB.Oh god, the others subject how? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110267281027843452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110267281027843452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110267281027843452' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110256869671952650</id><published>2004-12-09T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:05:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a beeeeeautiful morning or should i sae afternoon. Haven't woke up early enuff for the past 3 weeks to sae gd morning to anyone. haha. I'm actually enjoying life to a certain extend when i hear friends in school who are soo piled with work that they only sleep like 3 hours a day. I'm actually going from holiday to holiday this whole holiday. Muhaha. This is what i call a holiday. I realise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110256869671952650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110256869671952650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110256869671952650' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110251438824723040</id><published>2004-12-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:02:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's freezing cold and i realise i hate cold weather.Not sure if its the chirstmas season, getting all esp emotionally and chummy with people. SUddenly missed my dad very much. Sometimes i do talk about him like his still around. Esp with my family members. But he's in gd hands.gonna end here.god bless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110251438824723040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110251438824723040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251438824723040' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110234642026949008</id><published>2004-12-06T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:21:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Where Are You Christmas"Where are you ChristmasWhy can't I find youWhy have you gone awayWhere is the laughterYou used to bring meWhy can't I hear music playMy world is changingI'm rearrangingDoes that mean Christmas changes tooWhere are you ChristmasDo you rememberThe one you used to knowI'm not the same oneSee what the time's doneIs that why you have let me goChristmas is here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110234642026949008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110234642026949008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234642026949008' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110217174856235425</id><published>2004-12-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:49:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last nite was my first brush with typhoon in my life time. It wasnt a gd experience, noisy and louddd. why? the wind was howling so loudly i tot my windows were gonna fall on me. The rain was sooo loud i tot my room was gonna flood. It was more like a horrible nite. haha. But once is enuff.TOday when i looked up in the sky, it was sooo clear, so blue. it was as though the big rain blew all bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110217174856235425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110217174856235425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110217174856235425' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110199855462642276</id><published>2004-12-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:44:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If anyone would ask, hey ur so far away from singapore away from new creation church, n you havent been goin service for 3 weeks, don't u feel ur a 'lesser' christian in anywae? I would scream at them and sae God created the earth, singapore, the church , taiwan, you and me. He's everywhere n most of all guarding al his children.I cannot express how much i felt his presence just now. I dun care</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110199855462642276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110199855462642276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199855462642276' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110172355244753113</id><published>2004-11-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:19:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so bored i can either, a) come up with more unsuccessful diets b) pretend to be busy c) read the singapore news online.decided to choose option c becoz i tot being bored is bad enuff, i'll not be dumb and bored. haha.So i went online into the Straits Times Interactive website n found this --Some food centres decided to go smoke-free. Kewl. Rejoice! Now smokers can only smoke beside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110172355244753113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110172355244753113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110172355244753113' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110154497238727890</id><published>2004-11-27T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T16:43:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just watched an all time favourtie movie-- Never Been Kissed.I then realise how much incidents may change one in terms of perception, somewhat like a scar. What happens, be it happy or not, remains alwaes as a memory or a nightmare and the only way to forget is through time. Sometimes, Most of the time in fact we do things which we regretted just the next second and wish and pray so hard that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110154497238727890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110154497238727890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154497238727890' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110136296898976603</id><published>2004-11-25T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T14:10:50.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went taipei yesterdae! ( for those who dun noe, i'm actually in tainan and yes, taiwan is not just taipei, haha) Did soooo much shopping but too bad they are all winter clothings, jackets, beautiful fur, knitted sweated, you name it they have it. The girls here are really pretty, despite of the weather, to look gorgeous is all that matters. It was close to being freezing cold and i could still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110136296898976603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110136296898976603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110136296898976603' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128349.post-110113954189643337</id><published>2004-11-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:14:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My god is so bigSo strong and so mightythat's nothing my lord cannot dofor you"I absoutely lurve this kids song. its so inspiring yet so simple. God is sooo grt and wonderful it takes more and more to noe how much more he can do for me. He has blessed my best friend dotty very much too! and we can do nothing but expect. =)I'm just on a high suddenly as though after a church service haha. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110113954189643337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128349/posts/default/110113954189643337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforgrace.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113954189643337' title=''/><author><name>yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249781318080711410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
