<?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-8952897137204498211</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:00:06.621+08:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='first'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='personal record'/><title type='text'>NOTBYTHESIDELINES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6269790910545087238</id><published>2010-02-13T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:56:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;had steamboat for reunion dinner last night back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i thought to myself "nothing really special".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i realised, it was a blessing, cos my family eats like this all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that by itself made it very special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;city church's reunion dinner saw God astound us with 9 souls saved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;amazing how people can hear the gospel as long as we try, go through some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;trouble, go through some hardwork, water it with prayers. and BAM! it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;if those stares meant something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lets erase it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;if those thoughts running in your head made you tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lets stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6269790910545087238?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6269790910545087238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6269790910545087238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6269790910545087238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6269790910545087238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='cny'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6257908711473075462</id><published>2010-02-11T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:05:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;ive never had reunion dinner this early during cny before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;but theres always a first time. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing can take me from your great love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever this truth remains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your embrace i wanna lay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear your heartbeat and what you have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos in the secret place, is the safest place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its in your arms i wanna lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;did i mention? im happy!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6257908711473075462?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6257908711473075462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6257908711473075462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6257908711473075462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6257908711473075462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-never-had-reunion-dinner-this-early.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6486786429182841237</id><published>2010-02-11T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:26:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a self reminder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tonight, i am reminded of how God has been faithful in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sticking with me through the different seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i realised, theres really nothing more i can ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;other than for Him to fill my life completely, for me to experience the true satisfaction in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i often tell people, that if God is not real, i wont be doing what im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and tonight, its no different and i mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i cant explain the kind of satisfaction and joy that i find in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i could, i would write a book right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i hear people say they find no meaning in life and honestly im no better, its just that God gave me a direction, and a purpose to continue wanting to wake up each day. so tonight, i go back to the question of reminding myself and others, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why not give Jesus a try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no really, why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i learnt, theres really nothing much we can lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i love festive seasons, like Christmas and Chinese new year:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i like it when home is decorated and filled with goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to sleep, an early morning awaits. heading down to bartley tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6486786429182841237?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6486786429182841237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6486786429182841237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6486786429182841237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6486786429182841237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-reminder.html' title='a self reminder.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-263440678942282263</id><published>2010-02-06T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:04:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is sweeet, if only youd taste it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idealism,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is not a bad thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets manage expectations:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets walk happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets make a change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets live life the way we were CALLED to live life:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today, i thought of making financial investments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i think im really planning for my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its only practical. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;have been working at high achievers and church, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and im honestly enjoying what life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;is throwing at me, taking one step at a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but looking far enoough to make sure i dont trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on that note, i really need to pack my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-263440678942282263?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/263440678942282263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=263440678942282263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/263440678942282263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/263440678942282263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-sweeet-if-only-youd-taste-it.html' title='life is sweeet, if only youd taste it.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7456487356459728598</id><published>2009-12-31T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:12:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new year resolutions for "public accountability" haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to sum it up, "Love God more, Love people more with nothing to prove"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but, to break it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Read at least 7 books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Exercise at least twice a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Lead 3 people to Christ personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Make sure that i hear from God everyday, and walk away with something everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Get my driving license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Eat dinner with family at least twice a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Pursue one thing i always wanted to pursue. (still contemplating what haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Get in place drum lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.  Be an encourager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. In everything, may God be the centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think the list can go on forever, but for now, i think this is realistic enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2009 was a year where God made himself so real to me through the good and hard times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a year that made me realise that who i am now is one who was carried by mightier hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;where i realised the importance of supplication and obedience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i dare say 2009 made me grow by a leap, emotionally, spiritually and in ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this whole year, month by month is still etched in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i say this year seems to be like a year on replay mode thanks to me retaking my a levels again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but despite that grueling time, i found God's faithfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Despite the situations i didnt wanna be in, i knew somehow it was orchestrated for me to experience what i experienced, and i came out from each experience, mountain or valley realising and thanking God for it, just because he was always there, as a father, a friend, a provider, a healer, and the list can go on till forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But really, thinking back on 2009 brings back nostalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i remember hearing Pastor dan say "my new years resolution is to have nothing to prove"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i adopted that as my own resolution. and God did let me learn it through his creative ways. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But this year, my resolution is abit more expanded as u can see, but its still to learn the art of having nothing to prove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i couldnt have made it through this year without God. i really couldnt have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7456487356459728598?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7456487356459728598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7456487356459728598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7456487356459728598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7456487356459728598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolutions-for-2010.html' title='resolutions for 2010'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1060168278618181222</id><published>2009-12-30T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:51:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my steadfast rock, unchanging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;CHRISTmas totally whizzed past me, came too fast, passed too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;its most prob cos i came back from japan a little too near Christmas, didnt have enough time to settle down and absorb the christmas atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but still, i liked how it went:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me without you is a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart needs to be where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cos i dont wanna go somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i know that youre not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And ill never wanna go somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i know that youre not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont wanna walk that road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;be a million miles away from home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos my heart needs to be right where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-avalon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1060168278618181222?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1060168278618181222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1060168278618181222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1060168278618181222'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in fact, its one of the hardest things ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"who ever said doing the right thing is easy? - no one'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" but the rewards and promises are garaunteed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- and with that i hold on to what pleases God, and trust him for everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i think its funny how we try to take things in our own stride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;handle situations, handle emotions to the best we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;try to envision our future and plan towards that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but really, why havent we learnt to just trust God in every step we take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;walking in obedience and supplication every step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; wont that make life alot easier and more carefree? if so, why arent we doing so? hmmm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;obedience has been complicated by our own desires, supplication complicated by fear to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and like mj says, its human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i think human nature has been overly used as an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its time to live a life set apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to be in the world but not part of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;only then, will life makes sense, complete sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that im sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its not idealistic, its merely something we havent grasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on ur own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In all your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your paths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- i speak for myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2548331432134399313?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2548331432134399313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2548331432134399313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2548331432134399313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to sit by a fire place with a nice book, nice music, huddled on a nice couch by the fireplace, wearing layers of clothing to keep warm, and white snow falling right outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what... its happening right now! hahha. just that its a automatic heater instead of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fireplace and a laptop/netbook instead of a book. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its been a good trip and i honestly feel very blessed, blessed with a family, blessed with the opportunity, and of course generally blessed by God. i look at the snow, and everytime i go up the ski lift, it amazes me how God creates such beautiful things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today was the second day of skiing, and so far we've been having really good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nothing much has changed since 2 years ago back when we came, but i like this apartment better:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but really, as much as im enjoying myself, they say home is where the heart is, and yes, admittedly its back in spore where home is. but till then, ill make full use of my time here:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;food and everything all paid for hahhaha, what more is there to ask for? lol. this is one of the reasons i dont want to grow up as fast, cos then holidays are not free anymore. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you are mine and i am yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then, may my every action please you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may i always be found in your embrace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for in that secret place, all is laid down and all is found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when life is on replay, when all i ever desired for is placed before me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may my choices always be aligned to your upward call for my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may the words i speak be few, yet pleasing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may all i do make you smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my weakness, you are strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my fraility, you are mighty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my joy, you are my contentment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my life, you are God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will always be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rewind.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-80574627024139507</id><published>2009-11-20T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:30:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dearest hamy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i read your blog entry, and i finally read the card you gave me on sunday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pardon me for not reading it at once, but i always had a thing for cards, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like to keep it till the right time to read it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but anyway, ive been so privileged to run along this journey with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont think i deserve what you mentioned in the card, but it was encouraging nonetheless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you, i do better when i pen my thoughts down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so maybe at the bus stop, at the dinner i couldnt entirely express how i felt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never thought a cell like this could make you this happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and honestly im very grateful to God for all that has happened. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive got lots more to say, so ill be emailing you:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-80574627024139507?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/80574627024139507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=80574627024139507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/80574627024139507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/80574627024139507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/dearest-hamy-i-read-your-blog-entry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7774209563859874525</id><published>2009-11-18T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:41:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ raffles city starbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think its become a habit that i blog before i study proper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had farewell dinner for hamy at cityhall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i decided to stay on here at raffles city starbucks to study,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and ive come to really like it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and its good that its pretty near home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wish i had the super power to not sleep for the next 2 days plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and after that, the super power to sleep for days. that would be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh wait, i already do have that power:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you know when youre stuck at home having to study, sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you get entertainment from the simplest things like YOUTUBE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was watching xfactor yesterday, watching how contestants got accepted into the liveshows and how emotional they got, the expression on their faces and how much it meant to them to be accepted and for their mentors to believe in them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;danyl johnson : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUKryu26__Q&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=C5318D3920CDA278&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUKryu26__Q&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=C5318D3920CDA278&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jamie archer : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRRBi6TsD2U&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=iPSWjN5P6Vs"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRRBi6TsD2U&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=iPSWjN5P6Vs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stacey : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8tnJkk40UI&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=iPSWjN5P6Vs"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8tnJkk40UI&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=iPSWjN5P6Vs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and and, of course lucie, joe, olly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i watched these videos and the importance placed on dreams, the importance of the acceptance cos it would mean the world to them, the approval cos it might just be the first time someone believed in them, and then took a back seat and thought to myself, when was the last time i felt this accomplished and happy? arent we supposed to be living a fulfilling life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- and so the matter of fact is that, unless i feel as happy and accomplished everyday, i havent understood the will of God in my life. i really havent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagine feeling this happy everyday, and more? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and now, i start studying:) goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7774209563859874525?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7774209563859874525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7774209563859874525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7774209563859874525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7774209563859874525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/raffles-city-starbucks.html' title='@ raffles city starbucks.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2566492020229376299</id><published>2009-11-16T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:31:36.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying outdoorssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tonight, im studying outdoors,well partially outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ive really grown to like the calmness at the patio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;accompanied by crickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;church today was enjoyable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like axel mentioned, ive grown to appreciate the small things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;even if its just doing whacky things and eating together as a cell after service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it did feel like family, the comfort of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hamy is leaving this fridayyy, and i wont be able to meet her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and reality hit when she left on 23 to tamp with the rest while i was gg to head home. but alls goooddd as long as shes good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and so, tmr, or rather today, marks the start of a crazy week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;5 days 5 papers, after calculation i realised i have 14 hours of writing to do this week, i just hope my brain and hands wont hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i feel like a time bomb, awaiting 4 30pm on friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i only realised i hadnt had dinner at 12 plus am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so i cooked myself instant noodles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;plonked myself at the patio and started reading for tmrs exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;in the words of trudy ann and myself, theres no correlation between studying and being bothered by problems. well of course our mind wanders off at times, but we came to an agreement that studying keeps your mind of problems. Not that im suffering from any issue now, but i guess i kind of got to understand why people suppress emotional pain with occupying themselves, busying themselves. to a certain extent, it works. haha. but please dont try it at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and tonight, for reasons unknown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;id like to say im not strong enoough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;was never strong enough to overcome whatever life threw at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i know it sounds cliche, but God held me throughout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i dont apologise for being cliche, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;because theres truth in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2566492020229376299?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2566492020229376299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2566492020229376299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2566492020229376299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2566492020229376299'/><link 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but stilll, i dont like the feeling of having a major exam the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so im grateful its friday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, aunty ivy and wei guo came over for dinner and we had a ball of a time over dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ive got a heap of work and notes that await me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but ahh well, we'll get over it soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes we go around looking for reasons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we give 10 reasons why or why not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i guess, sometimes true love has no reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when He loved me, there was no reason to, he just did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it wasnt even rational, so why did he? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill never comprehend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5498703080509409117?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1192794328030090007</id><published>2009-11-06T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:12:56.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing competition?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;scene : tv area outside my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grandma: "ah girl ah! when is ur church camp ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me : "why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grandma : "i joining the huang jing nian hua competition, you all( all my grandchildren and children and family ) have to come support me. make banners and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bro rushes out : "jie! guess what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me :"what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bro : mama is going to join huang jing nian hua, you know the golden age singing competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: "you all are serious huh?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bro and grandma : ''yeah of course"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me : "but mama cant speak chinese properly! how to answer or understand the judges?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grandma: "can one lah, my friends say my voice very good, so they signed me up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and we laughed for a good 10 minutes, walked into the room, and darren gerald and i discussed how we wouild go about doing it, without embarrassing ourselves and dashing her hopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but whew, it turned out to be a prank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i tell you, we were seriously shocked and contemplating what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and already decidin on cheers hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but just to check again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: "mama, you sure u not joining? or u heard our responses then u embarrassed to go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grandma : "you think i so daring ah?! my friend going lah, i just going to support her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHEWWWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;that gave me my daily dose of laughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i needed it especially after studying a good 8 hrs today on geog and math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i seriously need grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;more than grace, i need mercy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1192794328030090007?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1192794328030090007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1192794328030090007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1192794328030090007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1192794328030090007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/singing-competition.html' title='singing competition?!?!?'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2360503628435590144</id><published>2009-11-05T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:42:31.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if theres anything good that comes out of this, its all God:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im dead serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2360503628435590144?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2360503628435590144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2360503628435590144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2360503628435590144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2360503628435590144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-me.html' title='not me.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3691969230271147092</id><published>2009-11-04T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:33:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so i just got back from jogging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;not very long a jog thanks to the lightning flashes across the whole sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but it felt good nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i dont like jogging actually, i dont see much thrill in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the routine, id rather play a ball game or sprint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but when lethergy creeps in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;jogging helps i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;time flies when you least want it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and creeps when u beg for it not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like blading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like going skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like going on a holiday shopping spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like doing anything other than mug. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;''the familar scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;somewhat edged in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the familar knowing of what is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;creeping in and out up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dream a dream in a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;intangible and unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet, an evocation of hope made so evident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the autumn on the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;between the traffic and the ordinary sounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im thinking signs and seasons as the north wind blows through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;walking stories, whos and hows and whys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ill be holding back the darkest nights for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i find myself wanting to move to your rhythm of love''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Your love is extravagant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3691969230271147092?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3850489150214881631</id><published>2009-11-04T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:27:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seasons come seasons go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;life is good, it really is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;except for the fact that i have exams that will only end on the 20th nov. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;arghh, but i guess, unknowingly the structure and having a sense of direction at the very least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is playing an essential part in life being good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;seasons come seasons go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we'll walk it well when the time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;seasons come seasons go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lets just go with His flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;im happy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but the exam feeling is abit irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;you see, i dont like pressure, never did, never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3850489150214881631?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3850489150214881631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3850489150214881631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3850489150214881631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3850489150214881631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4999611224690336664</id><published>2009-11-03T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:42:51.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatness embedded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i just got back from the airport,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i know its a rather unearthly hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but i cant exactly help it that im more or a night person than a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you see, ive been trying to sleep early and wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but when it comes to the best time to study, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think i can safely say i still prefer studying at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;though i wish sometimes i was a morning person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at this point in time, my teeth are hurting from the rubber bands that i havent been wearing consistently.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i have a thought about greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;again, have you ever felt like there was such greatness in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. this sense of greatness you know u always had inside but havent reached a point in your life where you meet that time of convergence, where you say to urself "this is what i was created for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. or maybe, this greatness hasnt been discovered by anyone, not even yourself, either case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;deeply embedded in each of us is ; greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. and if you always knew u had greatness in you all along, do u know in which direction you should be channeling your greatness towards? and maybe im not just talking about the end call for our lives, im thinking the small steps of progress we take towards that high call in life, do we really know what is required of ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;till then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the definition of me is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4999611224690336664?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4999611224690336664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4999611224690336664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4999611224690336664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4999611224690336664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatness-embedded.html' title='greatness embedded'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2195492174957660748</id><published>2009-10-31T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:27:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today while doing math,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i felt God's joy come over me. ( i dont know why all of sudden ) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but it was as if, there wasnt any other place i wanted to be other than in his will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;his presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and oh, did i mention that the meeting with Lance wallnau was amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;great insights, great communication skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;botanical gardens tmr early morning, i need to get some rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and mug till i survive :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and nothing's gonna hold me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cos my chains are lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my heart is freee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cos you gave everything for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you gave everything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i sleep happy:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- get busy, get going, get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2195492174957660748?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2195492174957660748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2195492174957660748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2195492174957660748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2195492174957660748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy.html' title='joy.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-319310449540529443</id><published>2009-10-28T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:41:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our desires surrendered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we tend to always want what we cant get,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really, if what we wanted all along was placed right before us, in our face to receive, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would we take it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- if not, then why do we desire for it so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The general prejudice against Mr Darcy is so violent, that it would be the death of half the good people in Meryton, to attempt to place him in a amiable light.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I am not equal to it. Wickham will soon be gone; and therefor it will not signify anybody here, what he really is. Sometime hence it will be all found out and then we may laugh at their stupidity in not knowing it before. At present i will say nothing about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;"You are quite right. To have his errors made public might ruin him forever. He is now perhaps sorry for what he has done, and anxious to re-establish a character. We must not make him desperate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if theres nothing good to say, dont speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-319310449540529443?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/319310449540529443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=319310449540529443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/319310449540529443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/319310449540529443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-desires-surrendered.html' title='our desires surrendered.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3211921425918045194</id><published>2009-10-26T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:42:21.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stick through it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am at starbucks now, about to start and finish importance of being earnest, or so i hope. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cycles are cycles cos they repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today, my prayer is that i wont be caught in any negative cycle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nothing really satisfies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;than when you speak my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so tell me that youll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;everything will be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in your presence, all fear is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in yur presence is where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;father i returning to things i used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cos somewhere on the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think i lost hold of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that nothing really satisfies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;than when you speak my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so tell me that youll never leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- jason upton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;last night i had a talk with tong neng at the bus stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i left thinking about sticking through decisions we make in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3211921425918045194?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3211921425918045194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3211921425918045194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3211921425918045194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3211921425918045194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/stick-through-it.html' title='stick through it.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-390679905040095924</id><published>2009-10-22T03:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:51:33.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love hurts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we are meant to be heartmenders, not heartbreakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in our own pursuits, we should be pulling people along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in reaching our destiny, we look out for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on this journey, we hold other hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in everything we do, we do not break people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- the breaking is done by God. not us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;recently, ive been quite tired of hearing marriages fail, divorces, relationships broken, parties getting hurt all in the name of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;grandma told me this dire state her friend is in, with her husband running along with a woman 25 years old younger, claiming that shes just his &lt;em&gt;god daughter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;firstly, if so, it brings the connotation of God to trampled ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;secondly, we dont hurt people we love. thats just the blunt truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and even if it kills us to try to evoke some trickle of love for the other party, we have no right to hurt them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;-im speaking for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love is not meant to be painful, it was never intended to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-390679905040095924?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/390679905040095924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=390679905040095924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/390679905040095924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/390679905040095924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-hurts.html' title='love hurts?'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3055966947561197597</id><published>2009-10-20T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:23:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at this moment, in my head is e thought of intimacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its funny yet amazing how no matter how strong a front we put on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how uptight one may look,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have certain inclinations to certain people, certain passions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the truth of the matter is, we all have certain people we want to be abit closer with, abit more intimate with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind you, im not just referring to just physical intimacy, but really just intimacy as a whole,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in terms of time spent, emotions poured out, secrets, support, understandings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as i listened to wrap me in your arms by Michael Gungor, i realised God is no different. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this inclination he has is towards his children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today, in the car on the way to the airport with grandma to collect my phone, i had one of the best talks with grandma. she was sharing me events of my younger days, sharing with me events i never really knew about. there and then in the car, God's presence hit me and i couldnt stop crying. grandma thought i was frustrated or upset but all i could say was, "nah im not upset". in fact, i was crying cos i felt so loved by God. how i saw him answer prayers from before, and i felt as if day by day, i was living in his miracle. it wasnt a fancy talk, nothing BOOMZ. but there and then, i found yet again who i am in God, how he has held me in place since day 1, and how he has NEVER failed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3055966947561197597?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3055966947561197597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3055966947561197597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3055966947561197597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3055966947561197597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/intimacy.html' title='intimacy'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6572060492465929126</id><published>2009-10-19T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:28:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cons should live in the mountains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we return to same places,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;different intentions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we return to same situations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;different desires.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we return to the same comfort,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;different words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we return to time and space,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;making sure we learn, not falling back into the same cycles in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in fact, in that returning and steering away, we are moving forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;last night, i left my blackberry at starbucks aiport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today, i dropped my camera and the screen cracked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i think its a sign to stay away from technology for a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should live in the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, i think i should go jogging in awhile to do away with this lethargy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i feel like flying away, going on a holiday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ive really been a overseas holiday person, but when my exams near, i always feel like flying away. hahah, and by now, you should be able to conclude that it is very much evoked by escapism, stress coping mechanism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- the nothing box? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but God has been good. he has always been good.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-brooke fraser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6572060492465929126?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6572060492465929126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6572060492465929126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6572060492465929126'/><link 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home.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest table in the house - the dining table. :)&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why i dont find a proper place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2491987605773388124?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2491987605773388124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2491987605773388124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2491987605773388124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2491987605773388124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/essay-writing-sucks-brain-juice.html' title='brain juice sucker.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-9142759618383238214</id><published>2009-10-15T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:48:37.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, im in bed, under my comfortor, with aircon blowing right at me:) nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mr ho agreed to postponing our lesson to next week cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; i havent been taking care of my body enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyway, ive a heap of notes awaiting and calling out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;essays that i should be writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and im deciding what time i should be starting on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this morning, i woke up with the thought that im very blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;being able to wake up in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;being able to even wake up and live another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;having people who love and care for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;serving a God who never fails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and...... then theres the blackberry. HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-9142759618383238214?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/9142759618383238214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=9142759618383238214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/9142759618383238214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/9142759618383238214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-in-bed-under-my-comfortor-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8199236260315066901</id><published>2009-10-14T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:50:45.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rose within.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the stress factor is creeping into me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seriouslyyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apparently this optimism i have inside me works for me and against me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no pain no gain no pain no gain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.&lt;br /&gt;He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.&lt;br /&gt;So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.&lt;br /&gt;We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.&lt;br /&gt;Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- i learnt, dont judge for there is always a rose within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;run your own race, dont interfere another's race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in our own faithfulness to our own race, we impact those around us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to wash up and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i cannot be the pig i am anymore. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8199236260315066901?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8199236260315066901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=8199236260315066901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8199236260315066901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8199236260315066901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress-factor-is-creeping-into-me.html' title='the rose within.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2328480132905831712</id><published>2009-10-13T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:36:45.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's nice to know that you're secured with that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That even if the rain is pouring hard and the sky is almost dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he'll never leave you just so you won't feel alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Even when ypu pretend you dont need him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he'd still stay by your side, just so you won't feel alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustration you're having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Every depressing moment, every down moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;every self-worthless-realization moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but because he wants to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's great to know when someone appreciates every little thing you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And that even if no words are expressed as long as the heart understands, you'd be able to communicate, just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he makes all things like a bed of roses, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love, in that knowing and assurance that every plan is for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if silly and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as youre together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But of course, he also wants in every part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won't matter coz it doesn't matter to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the most blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- thats what i call having a relationship with Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;in fact, its so much more than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2328480132905831712?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7681399028326337885</id><published>2009-10-12T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:16:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching toy story1 yesterday on youtube made me realise that its amazing how we mature and grow in understanding with age. go figure:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7681399028326337885?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7681399028326337885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7681399028326337885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7681399028326337885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7681399028326337885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/watching-toy-story1-yesterday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6967673860056058656</id><published>2009-10-12T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:00:33.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same side of the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm looking out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Where we sat to watch the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There's a chill within the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It makes my heart long for your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You may be miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But as I kneel to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;see the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And know that time and space can't come between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We share the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And though you'll never see all my tears shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;today was a good sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. service was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. encouraged by those who brought friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. i could go home and have lunch and sleep. ( never managed to get such rest when generations service was at 1, dont get me wrong.i love generations services, but having early services has its own advantages haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. and so. i still had time to meet cell to study, chill at jco and have our rooftop dinner, ( while they enjoyed hiding my phone around. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. did an essay @ starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;6. grandma is nice to mee, but when it comes to near exams, shes extremely nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;she'll fetch me up and down, buy food for me yadah yadah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;becos of how much i managed to do today, it didnt feel like a normal quick ending sunday!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;playlist: corinne may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;breathroughhhh ehhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I picture you across the oceans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In your corner of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I pray the wind will blow my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And gently whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your night may be my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And though the seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's still the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And know that time and space can't come between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We share the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And though you'll never see all my tears shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6967673860056058656?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6967673860056058656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6967673860056058656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6967673860056058656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6967673860056058656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/same-side-of-moon.html' title='same side of the moon.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1359686973873038307</id><published>2009-10-10T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:27:13.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it should come to a point when our desires are not our desires anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when the good feeling we feel is not just happiness, but joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it should come to a point when we know we have fulfilled our call in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when its not about i anymore, but all about Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;"have you ever felt like you were different? as if there was greatness awaiting to burst forth from your very being?" - cloudy and the chance of meatballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;- yes, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1359686973873038307?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1359686973873038307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1359686973873038307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1359686973873038307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1359686973873038307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-should-come-to-point-when-our.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8813211084764448598</id><published>2009-10-10T01:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:40:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>importance of solitude, God given solitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;yesterday, i spent most of the day alone studying at carls junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apart from the few people like my turor,the hairstylist, ariane and daphne who dropped by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with their cell members and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;starbucks thereafter, and tuition, i was alone. though it doesnt sound like i had much of alone time, i did, i had about 5 hours. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but anyway my point is that i realised as much as i get energised by meetups with people, get excited when talkin to people, love being around friends, i need my alone time as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I believe that no matter how extroverted we can be, we need some time in solitude, alone, some personal space - we all need that alone time though it differs from person to person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Our lives are often so hectic that from morning to night we are surrounded by others. For some, the only time they truly spend “alone” is while they’re sleeping. Yet, solitude – simply being by yourself to do whatever it is you please – is something that experts say is a basic need as important as having relationships with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One thing we ought to understand and grapple with is the fact that God sometimes brings us through situations of solitude, seasons in our lives where we have to learn to be alone and independent both physically and naturally. many a time, we confuse such seasons to being lonely. but really,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;solitude is a positive state – not to be confused with loneliness, which is a negative one – in which your mind and body are truly free in God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I reckon most of us have mood swings. But i learnt that we all have to learn to be secure in such seasons where God brings us through solitude, orchestrating for us alone time, making the valleys a place of moulding and not go emo-ing away. These seasons of solitude are meant to recharge us, they are a gift to us, giving us time to think and realign ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; It is God's way of giving us spiritual and emotional alone time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;It is a pity that many of us, youths esp, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;confuse the concept of God-given solitude with loneliness&lt;/span&gt;. Indeed, loneliness is emotionally depleting, interpersonally inhibiting, and psychologically regressing. when we are lonely, we feel empty. Intimacy needs are not met and, if they are, they somehow remain fundamentally unsatisfying. And in the midst of such a confusion btw solitude and loneliness, we look for activities, partners, passions to fill that void, to fill that loneliness. The cycle continues because without that season of solitude, our lives will be a downward spiral, and we will never truly understand what it means to be recharged in the secret place. Our lives can go on as normal, but it would pale in comparison to someone who has gone through the place of solitude, the place of security and assurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i truely belief that at different points in our lives, we will all be called to that place of solitude, but really what we choose to do with that time, how we handle our emotions, what we choose to fill it with will determine the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8813211084764448598?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8813211084764448598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=8813211084764448598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8813211084764448598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8813211084764448598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/importance-of-solitude-god-given.html' title='importance of solitude, God given solitude.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3892477984893101304</id><published>2009-10-10T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:56:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past the church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past the junior college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past a friends house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past east coast beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drove past parkway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and we reached home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3892477984893101304?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3892477984893101304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3892477984893101304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3892477984893101304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3892477984893101304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-drove-past-school-we-drove-past.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5175192846908997123</id><published>2009-10-10T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:34:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;God moved in cell today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;1. deep things of God. - the word. the bottomless pit bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;2. arrows, sharpening, moulding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;3. "will you trust in me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5175192846908997123?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5175192846908997123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5175192846908997123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5175192846908997123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5175192846908997123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-moved-in-cell-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5853606161481415754</id><published>2009-10-09T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:08:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i learnt that to be able to trust that his plans are whats best for me needs more than faith, more than knowledge. it requires a relationship with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the episode of the lost ring and sayings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a manifestation of what is, not, or yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the midst of uncertainty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there has to be an understanding that there is great joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not bliss that comes with ignorance, but joy that comes with assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i inititally felt like blogging a whole chunk of thoughts, but as soon as i reached this page, they diffused.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;uh ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5853606161481415754?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5853606161481415754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5853606161481415754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5853606161481415754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5853606161481415754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-learnt-that-to-be-able-to-trust-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3203738127761565550</id><published>2009-09-22T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:02:26.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22sept</title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging consistently the past two months, whenever i had the inspiration or feeling to do so, blogger got abit crazy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is grandmas birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, other than Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who stuck with me through life, through what life would throw in my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person i can be totally comfortable being around, without having anything to prove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who bathed me when i was young, scolded me while i grew up, taught me values as a person and loved me for who i am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who would go the extra mile for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember her telling me a few times,&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; '' though i scold u and all, but if anyone touches my grand daughter i will hunt them down and kill them, i go jail also nevermind. Actually i love you very much one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as u can see( and i hope ) she was referring to it metopherically, not a very spiritual statement i know but a very real one.  and of course, she doesnt quite realise that if u kill someone, you go to jail hahaa. so i say its not a literal statement. whenever i hear that statement, inside me i smile cos she always says it as if i never knew. but i always did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who picks up after me, cooks for me, buys my favourite food without really asking for anything in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person i have had the biggest quarrels with, but yet the best quality moments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who always fetches me up and down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person whom i grew up sleeping with, and couldnt sleep without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person whom i care the most for, though i seldom say it, yet there are times when i feel like ive neglected her the most.&lt;br /&gt;shes one person who has inspired me with her simple faith in God, her fervency in sharing the gospel with her friends through acts of kindness like spending time with them, cooking for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;initially i thought it was normal for people to be doing such things, but as i grew older, i realised such acts of kindness was less than common, it was almost extinct. and that was when i knew she was more than ordinary, she was extraordinary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who has a big circle of friends, and i see how these relationships has held her in place through the good and bad times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who sings like no one is hearing, her karaoke sessions at home makes her seem oblivious to the outside world sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person whom i can lie on, feeling at home, feeling the most comfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who sews pillow cases, home clothes, cny pjs like no other has.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who fetches me up and down, and when shes frustrated, she always says &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" this is the last time im gg to fetch you"&lt;/span&gt; and up till now, she still fetches me around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person whom i can be totally at ease with, not talking over the dinner table with her doesnt make me feel awkward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person that i dont see any need to prove to becos shes seen me grown up through the years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person whom i have shared most of my life with, the good and bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person of which through her simple faith and simple prayers every night brought the whole family back to God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes one person who instills family values through the most simple ways.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; " you only have one brother/ one family/ if u dont do this/ love them/ do that for them, who will? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know, shes the one person ill miss most if she ever passes on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats the triviality of life, but i know shes found in the arms of GOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but for now and the many more years that will come, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3203738127761565550?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5739080498360022148</id><published>2009-08-12T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:38:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my nose feels like its dropping off from all the sneezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;beer garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the phone sounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reality hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ECP highway, turn left or turn right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on the other side, somebody receives, somebody gives back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on this side, somebody gives, somebody receives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its a nice thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and it remains a nice thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for now, greater things await. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fireworks await.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-nose-feels-like-its-dropping-off.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4922794838255766173</id><published>2009-07-24T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:23:07.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i love trips to ikea, especially trips like today where i didnt have to pay anything yet get what i wanted:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i feel like painting a wall purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but it doesnt help that my room has built-in furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;of which i cant move the way i want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and so, when i would like some change to the room i return to everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the idea of built-in furniture is rather impractical in such instances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;nevertheless, im comfortable:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love weekdays! dont u love weekdays?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4596913609534755376</id><published>2009-07-22T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:27:43.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love should be expressed, not hidden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4596913609534755376?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4596913609534755376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4596913609534755376' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see pictures, i see words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive seen pictures, ive seen words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain in such a case, doesnt grow, it fades, it goes away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the joy God on the other hand, grows, and stays within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January speaks a whole lot of difference,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning what should have been learnt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first three steps i tried to deny,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really, im glad im glad im glad i didnt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats in a name? whats in a name? whats in a name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mm,cm,km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;soo, i need to wake up terribly early later, down to kallang netball centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;long day ahead! sleep i must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;this painting, is not meant for me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this picture is not meant for me to be part of, cos THE photographer is waiting to snap a better one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3983320528919555935?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3983320528919555935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3983320528919555935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3983320528919555935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3983320528919555935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1793480247121226281</id><published>2009-07-14T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:26:21.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;elimination rounds in process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sometimes brings things to a halt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;other times to a continuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the cab, on the way home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i realised, im closer than ever to what i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really seeking for:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;black horse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;take time to smell the roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1793480247121226281?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1793480247121226281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1793480247121226281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1793480247121226281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1793480247121226281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/elimination-rounds-in-process.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2462231633647454674</id><published>2009-07-10T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:07:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wrote a letter that shouldnt be read till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a few years down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;played wing defence today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;against U17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;team with great sportsmanship i must say:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so i was reading sth about friendships:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With some friends you just instantly feel like you've come home, but with most, it is a process of finding and becoming a home for each other. a home starts with just a shell...just a bare structure...four walls and a roof, a very basic and neccessary shelter to keep dry and safe. but then furniture needs to go in, and lights and all the little things that fill up rooms and make the nondescript places personal to you, your very own. the longer one stays in a home, the more stuff gets collected and the more personal it becomes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In short, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friendship is like a home, the more comfortable you get, the more at home you are... that one can come back to, after all our wanderings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i agree that friendships dont die for the very personal belief that what has been built has been built. but i do believe that this "built" relationship takes so much more than what we perceive to build, and then sustain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i used to think that the more u experience life together as friends, the less change can occur, thus the less we feel distant from each other. i still hold that true to a certain extent, but ive learnt that when we allow others into our inner most world, where we make ourselves most vulnerable emotionally to each other with good intention, thats where friendship is built. And what has been built has been built, and that episode can never be torn down unless we ourselves allow it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uncomfortable as it may be, the structure of the home still remains, even if left alone for very long spans of time. What has been built HAS been built, and that reality is something tangible indeed and very hard to tear down, as if it never was.Even if the shell of the home is all that is left, it stands as a reminder of a common space 2 people onced shared, even if they don't anymore.And i think...there is no lock on the door of a friendship. the friends who share (or shared) it can walk in and out of it at will. No one person owns the key to any friendship exclusively, because there is none to own. The friendship exists solely for those 2 friends and they have joint ownership of this property, whether they acknowledge it or realise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think friendships "die" when we are not there to experience the change in each others life, and so after a long period, we meet them up again and think to ourselves "they have changed so much", but really, sometimes its cos we werent there for them in those instances of change in their lives:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes one person remains alone in the house (it isn't a home when there is only one) and waits for a very long time for the return of the other. Sometimes the other may eventually return, or never. sometimes one returns only to find that the other had left just a moment before. Sometimes both just don't return, for various reasons.But whatever it is, i think...the friendship still remains, if only just a shell of something that once was a home, as long as those 2 who were friends still are alive. it may be long-neglected, dusty, moldy, decaying...but what was built HAS been built and it would take stronger hands than we have, to so demolish it so that it left not even a trace.And i think...that is both the beauty and the tragedy of friendships. sometimes you would almost hope that they could be removed without a trace....and other times, we are so grateful that they can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;many instances, we connotate friendships to happiness too flippantly. and i beg to differ from it, cos in friendships, theres beauty in tragedy, never just beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;like it or not, everything boils down to choice, even something as natural as friendships and relationships:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2462231633647454674?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2462231633647454674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2462231633647454674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2462231633647454674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2462231633647454674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendships.html' title='friendships'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6344292526747386963</id><published>2009-07-09T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:37:54.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"picnic in your own room",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the in-thing if you didnt know:) haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so, i was just sitting in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and i remembered the itopics questions discussed just two days back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what makes home feel like home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;what makes your home feel like home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;what makes your room feel like your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to pack my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;like really start throwing things away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;im too sentimental at times to throw things away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes it feels like an experience / moment is thrown away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but i need to, if not ill die old, to others in a pile of junk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;which actually to me is a collection of memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;okay, but im just procrastinating cos theres so much to clear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-236072563464703634</id><published>2009-07-08T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:25:55.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;grandma bought me an MJ cd today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she was singing to it while she was driving me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;indeed, my family is full of MJ fans:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;got home and aunt was crying after watching videos on the internet. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before you start thinking my family is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really for us, it goes beyond just his music and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's been one artist that broke age barriers for us, or at least for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;brought back memories of the past as a family, both the pains and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MJ reminds me of childhood, family, mom, dad, and the small instances we spent time together as a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so today, i played the cd and automatically everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;congregated at the tv area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dancing and listening to MJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it felt like an experience on replay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was quite hilarious actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aunt: "wah very sad leh, i watch the videos, very sad lah, his children and all. i cant take such deaths one." * tearing a little *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gerald : "BUT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM PERSONALLY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aunt: ( reality sets in  but still continues to tear ) HHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the impact one could make with bowed knees to the King of Kings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loving people genuinely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During memorial yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was mentioned that "the king of pop is bowing down to the King of Kings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whether or not his life is given to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the King of Kings, Jesus Christ still reigns:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and ive decided, i wanna live "2 forevers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one on earth and one in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and when i do die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wanna be known for Loving Jesus, Loving people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that would sum it up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think we ought to stop existing, but start living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-236072563464703634?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7870774664159921811</id><published>2009-07-07T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:27:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tonight, a strange yet familar emotion visited my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and then there was realisation, that we think we need and want something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when actually we dont. and the freedom and joy comes as soon as we learn it faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:) Praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7870774664159921811?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7870774664159921811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7870774664159921811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7870774664159921811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7870774664159921811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonight-strange-yet-familar-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7405932872738050892</id><published>2009-07-07T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:13:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its more than a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its more than a knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then theres age that stands right in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7405932872738050892?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7405932872738050892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7405932872738050892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7405932872738050892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7405932872738050892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-more-than-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-124885136892886952</id><published>2009-07-06T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:35:49.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;familarity breeds content.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;were these two quotes created by the person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i highly doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;true, yet not entirely true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-124885136892886952?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/124885136892886952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=124885136892886952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/124885136892886952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;celebrated emi and jeromes birthday today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it was a heartwarming kind of feeling everytime we celebrate each others birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing grandeur but simple yet family feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;bowling before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so yesterday saw me at kallang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;match with singapore sports school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;mediacorp coverage was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;supper at east coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;two phonecalls that made my night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you for contributing to that one phonecall:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;indeed 2007 was eventful for us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;of course with evidence from the box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;letters, presents, videos, spoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but greater years ahead:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i truly believe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i watched MJS 1993 interview last night. and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hiyahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7973836942171041598?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7973836942171041598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7973836942171041598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7973836942171041598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7973836942171041598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-good-day-tmr-will-be-better.html' title='today is a good day, tmr will be better.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8262923418588387232</id><published>2009-06-30T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:07:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;triangles seem to be everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for now, i have decided to be a line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;headed in one direction, till month 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;even then, still a line, till the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every week differs by the choices we make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;visited the asian art museum yesterday which was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;training today which made me feel like i was running like a mad dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;match tmr with mediacorp coming down for some reason. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the galleries, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i thought i saw something i never saw before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the months come by faster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we are all walking closer to that destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe, maybe, we'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8262923418588387232?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7755923154895397110</id><published>2009-06-28T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:45:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a phonecall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;read this on tong nengs blog who read this on writers block. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it did make me pause and think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;"You are on a plane that's about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;You have time to make ONE phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you call and what do you say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;There’s this particular reply that cracked him up a bit -&lt;br /&gt;“I would call up Pam Am (airline company) and say ‘wt* mate?’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i realised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;im gonna make a free call, with a prayer to God to get my life right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its gonna be grandma. for many reasons i do not know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but maybe cos i love her enough:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7755923154895397110?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7755923154895397110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7755923154895397110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7755923154895397110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7755923154895397110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/phonecall.html' title='a phonecall'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8901543874795634524</id><published>2009-06-28T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:18:20.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its uncertainty in life that makes many keep going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, its also uncertainty in life that makes many stop going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, shi zi lu kou, food crossroads today was a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;fun day i must say and how the group managed to gel was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;coffee club for our youth camp prep, and im excited! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;with our camp commandant and assistant camp commandant in place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;with roles allocated, we're on a roll! i hope! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;got home and family wanted to go out again. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;watched MJ on Enews, and&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded of how my family even went to his concert! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ive learnt that fame makes people talk about you when you die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but really, impacting lives through the love of God might not get the world to be talking about you, BUT, you make people around you and a heavenly father smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and i think that by itself is better than fame:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its never a peak, then a valley, a peak then a valley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it is, it makes no sense at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;loving is better then winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;winning is nothing without impacting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we depict our own success and losses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;come close, dont come close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hear the sound of a revival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it takes different forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8901543874795634524?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7947049652139951986</id><published>2009-06-27T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:51:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;decisions no matter how big or small come with consequences, face it, dont let yourself stay on the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep those you love close. its never just about that special somone, but keeping those who have loved you despite knowing who you really are, your weaknesses, ur strengths and yet accept that part of you as you. yes, the people who love you too much to leave u the same way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a simple life is better than a high life with things crumbling down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take time every day to love the simple things, simple people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life waits for no one, so move along with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;temptations are beautiful and seductive, but their effect is temporal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson 7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;transparency in life is important, very important:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thursday night was transformers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i couldnt believe i felt sad over a machine when optimus prime died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a robot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it did strike me that relationships matter, supercedes the outward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, so MJ passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it feels like a part of my childhood has been taken away :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remember dressing up like him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom videoing me dancing, doing the moonwalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was a big fan okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7947049652139951986?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7947049652139951986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7947049652139951986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7947049652139951986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;with aircon and nice music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;studying isnt as bad as i perceived it to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but its also not as easy as i hoped it would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i feel blessed:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;transformers here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1009145882121028281?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1009145882121028281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>snap a different picture, for yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;season 8 episode 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"maybe you should paint a different picture, try to see a different picture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i highlighted and cut my hair today:) the effect's not out yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, 5 hours in that chair was no easy feat. haha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the one thing i learnt about life,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"it goes on".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so really, theres no point stopping to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope or think that life would wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or that ur surroundings will mould into your liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;come away with me my love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a step at a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a minute, hour, week, month, year at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;lets start from changing our own world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;living in the freedom and joy we've been called to be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a picture speaks a thousand words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but sometimes a picture does injustice to words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;paradoxical and ironic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes thats the way life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wisdom, ask and ye shall receive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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yourself.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5308525564306109116</id><published>2009-06-23T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:00:07.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying to ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bit by bit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;step by step,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we learn to let go more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and cling on to Him more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos really, somethings are not worth recalling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i had weird dreams last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i dreamt i was admitted into hospital in Australia haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;with classmates. and the night before my operation, i saw my Dad in my hospital bed waiting for me, and i felt comfort. haha. it must have been a Father's day dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;But still weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and there were a few more obscure dreams, but i dont think they are worth talkin about haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so, last week was boot camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;life changing, liberating, and paradigm shifting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and i realised, that was the life i wanted to pursue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;one of true love, and joy in His presence:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;im loving life as it is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5308525564306109116?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5350807066649873231</id><published>2009-06-15T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:08:49.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;time times 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;bus 61 is our favourite means of transport so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and so for my brothers, it has been a must to go to the it on the first to get what they really need, and the last for the LELONG, cut off prices deals. today, they went there for 2 hours plus and came back with one wireless mouse. haahhah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;granny: why must u all must keep going it fair? and buy so many hard drives and all"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conclusion : "but mama, its like you enjoying tupperware shopping. u buy them to store your stuff. similarly for them, they buy hard drives to store our stuff, its the same principle, just different magnitudes, size and functionality"&lt;/em&gt;  hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, danielle and raphaela are tucked in my bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;again, tonight, i get to feel 1% like a mother. ( cos i think mothers go through alot more )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i was thinking, how my parents coped when i whined and refused to sleep in the nights, how i must have affected their sleeping patterns, and lifestyle, my moms figure, their usual lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;But when i tucked them into bed, and laid beside raphaela with arms around her, i came to a deeper understanding, or rather, all the concerns and hardships of raising a child seemed to fade in that love and warmth. so really, i concluded, there should be more joy than pain in raising children. if its the other way around, its not that its too much pain, but cos we dont love enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;if ure worried bout me already. please dont, im not thinking about marriage or having my own children as yet. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the long fall back to earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what matters, matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5350807066649873231?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5350807066649873231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5350807066649873231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5350807066649873231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2435182627534602210?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2435182627534602210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2435182627534602210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2435182627534602210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2435182627534602210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-looking-for-my-iphone-cover-when.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-691453179248815150</id><published>2009-06-13T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:29:07.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transparency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;cell today showed me that when we choose to open our lives to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;choose to be vulnerable to each other to share part of ourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;we break free from the masks that hinder us from joy and freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;something that i knew and experienced before, but today reiterated that very fact in a simple way. i think being real to others is a choice we can all make, and this choice is not for anyone else really, but our very own selves. we're real people with real problems, thats that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think life should be this way; eyes on Jesus, family, friends, loving, giving and imparting into people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we talk through the road of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;meeting people of all sorts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all sorts of ages, personalities, agendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on this road, we meet strangers, passer-bys, acquaintances and people who stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;many we meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;many we talk to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but very few stay throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but i think the least we could do is to stay in someone elses life:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6813475145243592884</id><published>2009-06-13T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:54:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are many faces,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many similar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but theres a uniqueness in this particular creation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are many principles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many similar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but theres a reason in abiding by this particular one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are many ways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many similar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but theres a beautiful end by walkin on this particular path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i sit beside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing and unknowing the possibilites,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shunning the impossibilites,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not holding on to the possibilities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Him i trust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Him i believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now, theres one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who holds me in place, oh wont you show me your face:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;azone cell today was somewhat different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it was a good kind of different, a give and take kind of different:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6813475145243592884?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6813475145243592884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6813475145243592884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6813475145243592884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6813475145243592884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-many-faces-many-similar-but.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1357941114208330153</id><published>2009-06-12T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:59:00.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday saw me having bbq with the cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was a good time, seeing the young ones bonding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;creating an environment of friendships and relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there were my favourite little cousins who entertained us with their loudness and talkativeness, but lovely altogether, friends who had to entertain them back, boxers and briefs, food of course, birthday celebration for merri shae and jon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i saw the smiles, hope arised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i decided to crush them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i felt the comfort, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the play that assured me of the family's welcome. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i chose to snap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jolt back to reality as what it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a picture reminds, helps to recall the moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really recalling is not good enough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna see it in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jade's hosting a sports show, so some media ppl came down to film trg today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trg today was more mind testing than phyical testing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then it was supper at beauty world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to you with gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a legacy, a story, a life, a frail one in Your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whats yours will come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whats not will leave with His hands orchestrating it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1357941114208330153?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1357941114208330153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1357941114208330153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1357941114208330153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1357941114208330153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-saw-me-having-bbq-with-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6038502736338871389</id><published>2009-06-06T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:36:46.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken, contrite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today at starbucks, when lijuan randomly talked about the children and lifestyle in cambodia. i heard about the poverty and simplicity of life; happened to look across the table at the guy with the laptop and coffee, was reminded of the bottle of coke i drank at the dump site in philippines that to us seemed like the norm, but to them was a treat; and i thought to myself, treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;broken - ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;stripped of self, stripped off own desires, stripped off having nothing to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;food for thought, thought for food, personal reminder :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;put ourselves in other people's shoes, shut up if theres nothing nice to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"He has already planned the test, its only when he wants let you do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"fail can try again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"fail can try again, but second test is usually harder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmmmmm. somehow there was abit of sense in rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6038502736338871389?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6038502736338871389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6038502736338871389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6038502736338871389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6038502736338871389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-contrite.html' title='broken, contrite.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2369111636349389277</id><published>2009-06-05T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:42:19.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change is the only constant thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;embrace it cos whether u like it or not, it comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres a timeline, love it or not, it moves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a minute is enough to blow everything apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 weeks is enough to change a world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 is enough to change 3 or more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i slept at 12 plus, woke up at 4 to get a drink and im still up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;dinner at marina today and supper at simpang thereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;netball girls are planning a bbq and stayover at my place the following week, we'll see how things go:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres a time and season for everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i think nows the time for things anew! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;head held high, onward and forward for one cause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today reminded me of friendships that matter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and how sometimes all we need is a certain experience, simple as it may be, to remind and show us the routes we are taking in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;every route is different, every route has its own joy and pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;every route has its own memories, good and bad. but really, we should be pursuing the dream and route that best fits us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today echoed the thought that what does not fit you is not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;later in the day, i earn 50 bucks for two hours of teaching people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;at MOE how to play netball. not a bad deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i should turn in now, for a long day awaits me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2369111636349389277?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2369111636349389277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2369111636349389277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2369111636349389277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2369111636349389277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4266838092334700200</id><published>2009-06-03T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:27:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so sunday was the last gen service,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;emotional it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the friendships, memories, encounters, life changing moments, life changing friendships, choking laughters, uncontrollable tears when God moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;saying that Generations is the best youth ministry would be a sweeping statement, but i guess to me personally, it really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;dynamic and hungry for God, loving God, loving people, it feels like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but really, not all is lost,  turning a new page, change being the only constant thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;its not gonna be all the same anymore, but its gonna be exciting times ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ive decided to come up with a weekly routine. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;we'll see if it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seasons, seasons, seasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change, change, change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing close up, i steered away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing away, i do hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when time passes, answers and revelations come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you don see the end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His shield shall fend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;letters after letters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknowingly read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;work it out, make it right, do it right, let it last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dont kid yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3958869727877550080</id><published>2009-05-21T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:01:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love vs lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comparisons at the end of the day fail us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, its a one day plus countdown to an inside look @ the city church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;am pretty excited for what is to come:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i think my aircon serves me well, but i should let it rest for now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i tossed and turned in bed for an hour before i could fall asleep last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it was as if i was watching movies in my mind the whole one hour, the power of imagination i know right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a think line between love and lust. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love waits, lust wants progression now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so do you love or lust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3958869727877550080?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3958869727877550080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3958869727877550080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3958869727877550080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3958869727877550080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-vs-lust.html' title='love vs lust'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3142999014921605522</id><published>2009-05-18T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:28:14.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartfelt song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this song of praise, ill sing to you Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take your rightful place, be exalted in our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this life of mine, its all for you Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every move i make, i pray it makes u smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3142999014921605522?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3142999014921605522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3142999014921605522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3142999014921605522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3142999014921605522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartfelt-song.html' title='heartfelt song.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5790134430546542764</id><published>2009-05-18T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:52.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to prove, freedom, joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;living a life trying to prove ourselves eventually drains ourselves, and at the end, we dont benefit much. Sometimes we dont benefit at all:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im Yours and you are mine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5790134430546542764?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5790134430546542764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5790134430546542764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5790134430546542764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5790134430546542764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-to-prove-freedom-joy.html' title='nothing to prove, freedom, joy.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2727910237750054281</id><published>2009-05-17T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:22:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;prayer today at 50 macpherson was pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;despite the heat and all today and undone construction , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i already see it being our new home, God's inhabitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;1 year plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;3 year plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;5 year plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;10 year plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;vision, belief, action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;long day again tmr, shower i shall, sleep i will:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i saw those shoes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw a glimmer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which i extinguished by choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the ride was abit different,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i wanted to see a bigger picture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could, will, shall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7028330499039823185</id><published>2009-05-16T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:30:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love as a gift. family as a blessing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eventually we all look at a perfect picture and think to ourselves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the route and process to this would have been alot easier if i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the supreme surprise of God's love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it has nothing to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;self generated, uncaused and spontaneous, his constant-level love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;depends on his choice to give it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i return home everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sometimes taking for granted with what i have at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but really, i praise God for the comfort of home, the love and warmth it provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;occassional conflicts at home, but its amazing how as a family, all these small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;disputes add up to nothing in comparison with the love we have for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family that sees who we really are, when the world is not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family that embraces when the world might not take a second glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family that looks past our weaknesses and love us for who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family that despite our irritating behaviour, tolerates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family who corrects us when we are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the family who somewhat makes us who we are, personality character and values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its the family who supports and provides in the natural,spiritual and emotional ways through simple actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yet, its the family we take for granted the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i love my family, i really do:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i should be doing more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but for now... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;long day tmr, i should turn in soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur joy, my strength:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7028330499039823185?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7028330499039823185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7028330499039823185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7028330499039823185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7028330499039823185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-as-gift-family-as-blessing.html' title='love as a gift. family as a blessing.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2055939457743056006</id><published>2009-05-14T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:25:19.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sending lijuan off</title><content type='html'>at the airport, waiting for mrt service to start and i suddenly have inspiration to blog. while i type this, eunice is packing her stuff haha, walking around the viewing mall, vivien took her bag somewhere, chua is tryin his best to sleep, nodding away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;AIM of coming was to send lijuan off, of which she was rather touched by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i sit and stare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i sit and stay silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i see a reflection that somewhat differs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this time maybe its the true me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe its just part of me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i see planes fly, or rather get ready to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and an inflood comes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;an inflood even greater than the stature of jetstar planes, sia jumbos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;an inflood i wonder if im able to carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the silences reveal to me who i am in God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but yet reminds me of whispers i heard across oceans of age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;same place, foreign land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;same time, different stages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;same scent, change of taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;same laughter, differing intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;day by day in GOD, staying in his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;his embrace and joy, my sustainence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reflections show me a sillouette, of one that is the same outwardly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but inwardly remains unexplained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in time to come, the aisle will reveal, reveal a divine explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my God knows, in time ill know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2055939457743056006?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2055939457743056006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2055939457743056006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2055939457743056006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2055939457743056006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/sending-lijuan-off.html' title='sending lijuan off'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4003047742835490631</id><published>2009-05-12T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:45:50.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a song for you, from you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today when i heard a particular song on youtube,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it reminded and hit me in some sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it reminded me of how i was inclined to recalling moments, and remembering moments in life, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;relation to particular songs:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whats in a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a whole lot of lyrics that came heartfelt from a writer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;which magically describes the particular moment, or feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whats in a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a fluent melody that is pieced together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;which stunningly emphasises the mood youre in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whats in a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the power behind the very composition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the very intention of it, to edify or pull down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whats in a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;empty words filling up empty spaces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the anointing that fills up empty hearts with God's presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4003047742835490631?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4003047742835490631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4003047742835490631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4003047742835490631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4003047742835490631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-for-you-from-you.html' title='a song for you, from you.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6756328171822527151</id><published>2009-05-08T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:44:19.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;this few weeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i got to enjoy the freedom of being in God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the joy of just knowing theres only one that you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;knowing that no matter what ur sustainance comes from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i dont know how to explain it in words, but just that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing actually satisfies, nothing except his presence, his peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;this week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;life slowed down a little for the good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;every night i return home, into my room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i feel a little different from the day before somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;which might be a good thing, well at least i think it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i havent managed to realise whats the difference of this week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but..apart from God, friends and family helped in making it a somewhat good &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;past 4 days:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i havent been blogging cos theres so much that my brain wants to unleash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but theres no organisation of thought up there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;im too lazy to type anything more now. till thennn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6756328171822527151?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6756328171822527151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6756328171822527151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6756328171822527151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6756328171822527151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-few-weeks-i-got-to-enjoy-freedom.html' title='step forward.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5618551065948565581</id><published>2009-05-03T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:12:54.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;cos now it feels right somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;which is wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;did i hear? did i ever hear? did i hear clearly? or was i hearing what i wanted to hear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5618551065948565581?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5618551065948565581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5618551065948565581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5618551065948565581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5618551065948565581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/cos-now-it-feels-right-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7221529274577046830</id><published>2009-05-01T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:10:16.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labour day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;a 9.6 run can do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i really dislike running long distance, its a chore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but it has its benefits haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i really do check myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i still do hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i really see far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i still do see the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i let myself love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i still do love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i really could pursue what i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sat in a familar place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling different,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling foreign to it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now there lies a hurdle, its not about right or wrong, left or right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but whether you'd allow it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i looked around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in hope to find something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in hope through conversations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that missing jigsaw could be found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but like they say, every jigsaw piece is different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;every jigsaw pience will be diffferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;theres a perfect picture of reliance and support in Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but its not like we see it and feel it naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wish i had a time machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to travel forward, then travel back if need be:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in Him there is joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7221529274577046830?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7221529274577046830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4668192510469741699</id><published>2009-05-01T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:31:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody braces scene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;match with zenith was good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;think we did prettaye well as a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but it did lead to my bloody braces incident. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;scene went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;opponent and i were fighting for ball, in the air tryin to grab it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;her head hits my mouth, body banged into each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i went OUCH pretty loudly haha, she rolls on the floor. and i realise my inner lip skin was stuck and hooked onto my braces. GROSS I KNOW. i give my position to someone else and go running to the toilet with a bleeding mouth. teeth obviously hurt, and i think its abit shaky now. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but oh well dalia said once the roots stabilises, its gonna be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;there was supper at east coast lagoon:) which was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but anyway, 9.6 run tmr at 7 am. i should really be sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;running is boring leh:( haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i serve a God who loves:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ppl dont respond to rules, they respond to relationships:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the learning the learning doesnt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the loving the loving, doesnt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the bearing the bearing doesnt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the smiles the smiles doesnt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4668192510469741699?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3651028133502196714</id><published>2009-04-29T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:10:38.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shame? what a joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3651028133502196714?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3651028133502196714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3651028133502196714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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latenightchat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a paradigmshift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sat in the comfort of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love that covers weaknesses,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love that supports.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything else faded away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every concern turned from black to grey to white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back in line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back in the race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sat in the comfort of a warm heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"its a horrible feeling to have to wonder what the person would do after u tell them sth vulnerable about urself" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as leaders, we should never put our members in that situation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wowwwww.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to go bathe. tired..... sleeepyy..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7973126141542236195?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7973126141542236195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7973126141542236195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7973126141542236195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7973126141542236195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/latenightchat-paradigmshift.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5974647398491813784</id><published>2009-04-26T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:23:11.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latenightchat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres freedom in the name of Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;two years, two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;granny brought me new toiletries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new shampoo! yay:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have a thing for new soaps and shampoos haha sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5974647398491813784?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5974647398491813784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5974647398491813784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5974647398491813784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5974647398491813784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/latenightchat.html' title='latenightchat'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6442107266611369389</id><published>2009-04-25T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:35:50.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i believe that being a friend is more impacting than being a leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i really do believe in that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and so my prayer is that with a shepherd's heart, ill always be a friend or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but never a leader known just for leadership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6442107266611369389?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6442107266611369389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6442107266611369389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6442107266611369389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6442107266611369389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe-that-being-friend-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2554876768387122099</id><published>2009-04-25T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:33:58.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i caught 17 again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i need to go to the dentist later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i should be asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;what colour rubber bands should i get? ohh the dilemma every 4 to 6 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let go, let GOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let go, let GOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let go, let GOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so true, so true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love covers all shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love guides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love hopes in all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2554876768387122099?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2554876768387122099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2554876768387122099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2554876768387122099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2554876768387122099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-caught-17-again-love-it-love-it-love.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2366870490638667413</id><published>2009-04-24T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:10:52.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;have been spending more time with grandma at nights watching tv and in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i realised that her love language is more inclined to service and well, in the car, theres where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;we have my most treasured conversations with her. About her friends, karaoke, school, food, family news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i think my grandparents dote on me alot, just that sometimes, i dont pause to appreciate it enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, training today felt good for some sadistic reason. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;its been sometime since i experience the fellowship of sufferings with fellow team mates in such a way. agility training meant alot of running and stomach exercises to train your core area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;then there was partial supper at old airport road again. i seem to be eating there alot lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i read a quote yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;it said, "no one is worth your tears, and the one who is worth it wont make you cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;hmmm. i know God is worth it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2366870490638667413?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2366870490638667413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2366870490638667413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2366870490638667413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2366870490638667413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-been-spending-more-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8427799778263464077</id><published>2009-04-23T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:47:31.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would it actually be worth the wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would it bring a smile rather than pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if ive heard, i should believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if ive heard, i should abide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8427799778263464077?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8427799778263464077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=8427799778263464077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8427799778263464077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/8427799778263464077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-it-actually-be-worth-wait-would.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3599428676818686612</id><published>2009-04-23T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:54:38.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be the way i was made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are two islands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and a city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u get to pick, but dont take too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why is the privilege even present i wonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna love like im not afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna be the way i was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;made in your likeness, made with your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;made to discover who you are and who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna live like theres no tmr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna dance like no ones around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna sing like no ones listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna lay my body down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna love like im not afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wanna be the way i was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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made.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2679240037403221770</id><published>2009-04-22T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:51:58.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phonecalls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the way i am, is God's creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i like:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Obashi Shinkuno once said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"phonecalls were never that hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the rings didnt scare that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the throat didnt have to clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the mind didnt have to settle before the pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the conversations were never that superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the thoughts didnt have to settle after the put down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was rather natural then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"based on an episode of poiltical issues, what can remain natural shall remain natural."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;been rather free this past one week:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;had match with Singapore poly and livewire today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to hear cars whiz past u at the midnight hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to hear footsteps of your very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;raises questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;raises unknowings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;on a sidenote, ive been twittering quite abit at home. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2679240037403221770?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2679240037403221770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=2679240037403221770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2679240037403221770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/2679240037403221770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/phonecalls.html' title='phonecalls.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-2484604766135523787</id><published>2009-04-21T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:41:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discrete hopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might just get it all:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i might just get it all:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im going home to the place where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;caught shoppaholic, funny how in the midst of a bimbotic show, some life lessons shined through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-2484604766135523787?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-6029074816206310138</id><published>2009-04-20T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:06:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>communication, treasured conversations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;facts, opinions, heartfelt feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;heartfelt feelings, opinions, facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want is to be deep inside your presence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes i wonder why we try so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why we try so hard to put up walls that collapse and fall on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a glimmer brings us hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a hope brings us vision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;vision brings us hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope lets us see a glimmer of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;righteousness, peace and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-6029074816206310138?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6029074816206310138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=6029074816206310138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6029074816206310138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/6029074816206310138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/communication-treasured-conversations.html' title='communication, treasured conversations.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-1359628513445522445</id><published>2009-04-16T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:28:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up earlyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so this is the third hour im awake, amazing! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;morning airrrrr... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the day more or less started out well, nice weather and breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dream a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a dream that will never die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wait a wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a wait that will never hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rewriting what needs to be rewritten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rewriting this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-1359628513445522445?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1359628513445522445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=1359628513445522445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1359628513445522445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/1359628513445522445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up-earlyyyyy.html' title='wake up earlyyyyy.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4580320715867704715</id><published>2009-04-16T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:23:18.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im thinking, why is it that secondary school&lt;br /&gt;was one of the happiest moments of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;i think it goes beyond the friendships, memories, not-much-stress,&lt;br /&gt;skipping of lessons, trouble, laughter.&lt;br /&gt;theres more to it, i really believe there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out!&lt;br /&gt;"biggest wake up call" haha.&lt;br /&gt;dont judge,dont judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hi bystander, we'll just wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5 years would be a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;blink your eyes, hold the organ, youll get your result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but maybe then, it wouldnt bother you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;maybe then, the movie might be a hotseller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;maybe then, the movie i create would beat it hands down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dont run even before you learn to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dont walk before you learn to crawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;assumptions at its best, expectations at its lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the carpet, the aisle. then, the bystanders watch, the person knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4580320715867704715?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4580320715867704715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4580320715867704715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4580320715867704715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4580320715867704715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thinking-why-is-it-that-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7920226845780345037</id><published>2009-04-16T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:41:26.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes, like now, i believe in the theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ignorance is bliss. we dont always have to know everything do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;today showed me the simple life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;the poorest and dumbest/stupidest ( according to man's judgement which shouldnt be existent in the first place) can be the happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but then again, happiness is a choice, its for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but the Joy of God is lasting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;as of now, i think thats a priority on my "pursue list".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not because of what ive done, but cos of who You are:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wave tossed in the ocean, vapour in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yet, yet, yet, u still do what You do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i should go wash up and bathe now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;yes, i do admit of my wierd habits such as bathing in the middle of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;goodnight cyberouterspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7920226845780345037?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7920226845780345037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7920226845780345037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7920226845780345037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7920226845780345037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-like-now-i-believe-in-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3649851993742968771</id><published>2009-04-15T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:56:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY GOD IS BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so strong, so mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He goes beyond my wildest dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY GOD IS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hes so good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hes my God and he is my refuge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hes the rock on which i stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hes my fortress, God, he is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He holds the oceans in his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THERES NOTHING MY GOD CANNOT DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyway, the 19 yearold mark for myself, is a mark of breakthroughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;a mark of maturity i believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i learnt along the way that the proud fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i learnt and recognised what true friends and love is made up of:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3649851993742968771?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3649851993742968771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>life's journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we learn along the way:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;journey accompanied with His presence, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;accompanied by answered prayers made unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i choose to trust, love, forgive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5812974149861981276?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5812974149861981276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5812974149861981276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5812974149861981276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5812974149861981276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-journey.html' title='life&apos;s journey.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4642351617192869078</id><published>2009-04-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:07:13.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh mannnn.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4642351617192869078?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4642351617192869078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4642351617192869078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4642351617192869078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4642351617192869078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-mannnn.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-7300060679723850951</id><published>2009-04-11T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:43:02.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 april</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;every wedding i go to, God never fails to teach me about his love for us, about love in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;not just romantic love, but love as love, as what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and so today was no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;a joyous occassion i must say:) and pastor dan delivered a very real message. haha not that i can vouch for anything hes said cos i havent been or am not even close to marriage, but i thought what he said made/makes a lot of sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so my phone got activated today after paying my bills haha. like finallyyyy:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;indeed a sense of empowerment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really do wonder if ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-7300060679723850951?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7300060679723850951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=7300060679723850951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7300060679723850951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/7300060679723850951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-april.html' title='11 april'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5892729720067771152</id><published>2009-04-10T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:13:47.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i wanted to do what im doing at the moment for a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;grab a laptop, ipod and head down to a cafe like starbucks for my favourite green tea frappe and have some personal time, to pen down thoughts, people watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing emotional, just a break from everything to reflect and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and when i had the chance to do it, IT HAD TO BE A PUBLIC HOLIDAY. grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;and as much as i like staying in aircon rooms when its raining outside, it was a little crowded here. not very successful i must say. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;im jus thinking that sometimes being caught up in a routine is not as bad as it seems when ure in it. im just thinking that we always want what we dont have. im just thinking that we always learn to treasure after we lose someone/something. im just thinking that in our desire to be different, we are similar, but its the call of God over our lives and how God sees us that makes us special. im just thinking that sometimes ignorance is bliss though people might think ur dumb, it doesnt matter actually. haha. im just thinking that God has granted me blessings and placed people in my life who matter and guide me at different seasons. im just thinking that words does wonders when accompanied with actions. im just thinking that technology has robbed many including myself from the simplicity and basics of life, but yet has benefitted us. im just thinking, that every relationship with someone else differs, and no two friendships can be the same - the uniqueness of it. im just thinking that its true that we sow what we reap. im just thinking that change is the only constant thing, like it or not, u have to accept it, so why not love it? im just thinking that Jesus was Jesus not just cos his status as the son of God, cos like us humans, the only thing that set him apart and made him HIM was what he did, how he lived, how he loved. we expect and think its normal for him, but i dont think it was, i think he struggled like anyone of us would, but he did it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;thats a whole chunk of things u can read if ure bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;a wholechunk of thoughts that might not matter to you - the reader. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;but.. to me,makes alot of sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5892729720067771152?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5892729720067771152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5892729720067771152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5892729720067771152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5892729720067771152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanted-to-do-what-im-doing-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-5902808530994247524</id><published>2009-04-10T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:53:44.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would you do if u knew the world was ending tmr?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got inspired by knowing, despite a few disturbing scenes. haha. funny how i managed to pick out some spiritual truth in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should paint another of my room wall tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should clear my study table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should go bathe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i should be sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nigghht:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-5902808530994247524?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5902808530994247524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=5902808530994247524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5902808530994247524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/5902808530994247524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-would-you-do-if-u-knew-world-was.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-8069391154792265649</id><published>2009-04-10T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:30:42.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyoussss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a big and sincere thank you to those who made this year's birthday abit more special and meaningful than it could have been:) i really appreciate the words, time, touch, service and gifts:) thank God for you you you you you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight, the still wind blows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is cold remains cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-8069391154792265649?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8069391154792265649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=8069391154792265649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bottles, letters, decisions, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4282917941005243695?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4282917941005243695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4282917941005243695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4282917941005243695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4282917941005243695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-hours-later.html' title=''/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4395740691897526805</id><published>2009-04-09T03:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:36:33.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mylife, yourcall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my last teenage year and yes, i do feel more matured than i used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this year made me realise what i really treasure in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im blogging this to you cos i wanna show you how much u mean to me, i want others to know how i feel about you, cos you matter to me too much to be hidden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for holding me in place the last 18 years of my life, for leading my feet to the paths you paved, for putting crossroads to help me align myself when i went array.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have one wish this birthday, that you help me give you my all, and i mean my all this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats a "whole year/whole life" wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if i could be given the privilege of asking for a specific birthday gift today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i would cry out, &lt;strong&gt;"Jesus, would you please walk into my room and have a conversation with me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i know your presence is always with me, but im not satisfied with that. i want you in front of me, sitting in front of me, letting me see you in the natural form.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;its scary cos i dont know what to expect if u actually do walk in but i want it nevertheless. cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have so much to tell you, so much of my heart to show you, so many dreams to discuss with you, so many people i wanna pray for, so many secrets to tell you, so much tears to shed, so many jokes to share, so many funny moments to laugh together with you, so many people i wish to save.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really dont have much to give you, but i could offer you my comfy bed in my room where we could just sit down and talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could offer you nice speakers to listen to praise and worship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could play and sing a few parts of songs i wrote to you on the guitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; could offer you some food and drinks if u wanted and spend the entire night&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;together just chilling out in an aircon room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could offer you my favourite mogu bright green pillow to cuddle with, or my comfy comfortor if youd actually want it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could offer you my life through small ways and every way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have trophies in this room of mine, mostly through the sporting arena, but most importantly, i really wanna ask you how u were feeling when i shined for you in small things like these. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask you to show me ur expression that u wore when i won races and matches, i wanna know how proud you were of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna show you my prayer journal where my deepest emotions and prayers were penned down, where i wrote letters to you. i know youve read them already, but i wanna flip through the pages with you together. cos i wanna ask you how u felt when i fell, how u felt when i disobeyed, how u felt when i neglected you. i know youd probably say theres no need to cos uve already forgiven me, but id bug u to tell me, cos i wanna know and avoid grieving you in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any similar way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask you how much you love me and see you show me love through your very nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask you what you see in me, and hear it audibly for myself that you see "everything in me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna look at your nail pierced hands and realise for myself how much u sacrificed cos you loved me so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask you for radical plans to impact others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask and be assured that ill be used mightily by you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna show you past letters given by people and just feel nostalgic with you beside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna show you pictures in my computer and share the memories i had with others with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna ask you for the plans you have for my future, and im not gonna settle on just "i have plans to prosper you and not to harm you", i would bug you for details.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would let you smell my favourite perfume, and show u my favourite outfit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most importantly, i wanna ask you how to love you and others more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna look into your eyes of love and compassion, and lean on your chest to hear your heartbeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would be very honoured if you told me ur secrets of your kingdom, and let me lie in your arms and embrace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would be the happiest girl on earth. i really would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i would wanna hear you wish me "happy birthday", and hear how much i mean to you, and tell you how much you mean to me, but of course it would pale in comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again, maybe when i do see you, nothing of the above mentioned will matter anymore, but still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus would you please walk into my room tonight?&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your child,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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yourcall.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4033617746755723300</id><published>2009-04-08T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:25:11.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;one of the greatest lessons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;other than to love God and love others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn to be contented.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remember we once spoke about choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and now i see myself reiterating whatever that was said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos one of God's gifts and devilish tools is the power of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;use it wisely, its more inclined to a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;use it unwisely, its the devils tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to run after a fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to be honest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to go the extra mile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to be patient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;choice to be responsible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to speak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to keep silent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to be bold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;choice to wallow in the lack of confidence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to follow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to lead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to forgive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to be you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choice to not be you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4033617746755723300?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4033617746755723300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4033617746755723300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4033617746755723300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4033617746755723300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-4991824197925180683</id><published>2009-04-08T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:17:23.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those who matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart and hands are lifted up to you:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday yesterday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reminded me of who my friends are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how simple friendships and simple doings can make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a reminder that family matters, and they are the support of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a reminder that i have one more teenage year left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one more year to make the best out of it as cliche as it sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains declare and oceans roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of creation stands in awe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy is the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-4991824197925180683?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4991824197925180683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=4991824197925180683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4991824197925180683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/4991824197925180683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-who-matter.html' title='those who matter.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952897137204498211.post-3153359676966449119</id><published>2009-04-07T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:49:24.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an adaptation from my oh so pretty borders journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was meant to be a random piece of writing out or boredom that suddenly lead to a certain flow and made sense to both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;adriel wong the irritant of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"i think that silence is &lt;em&gt;so precious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;that we can sit and not talk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;not feel like there's something missing&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"And yet silence can hurt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the days and weeks that we dont hear from each other - everyday feeling like a &lt;em&gt;hundred years&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;to break this silence, i would sing to you, or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;because words and melody &lt;em&gt;could never do justice&lt;/em&gt; to this feeling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"To break this silence, i would shout your name across mountains and valleys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if only my voice could reach across the vast distances into your icy heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"This silence deafens, when i think of our past conversations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;of the secrets we told each other, this silence is &lt;em&gt;louder than thunder&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"This silence &lt;em&gt;scares me and yet it comforts me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and this silence is a &lt;em&gt;gift&lt;/em&gt; to you, becuase you may not like the words i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;this silence is a gift because any words would only tear us apart. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952897137204498211-3153359676966449119?l=conscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3153359676966449119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952897137204498211&amp;postID=3153359676966449119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3153359676966449119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952897137204498211/posts/default/3153359676966449119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>CONScribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771741910166131696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
