<?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-175496178271439270</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:45:34.213+08:00</updated><category term='experience the experience'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='great show'/><category term='peace'/><category term='heartfelt thanks'/><category term='quality time'/><category term='gone'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='it&apos;s not that easy after all'/><category term='question mark'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love life'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='stop the tick tocks'/><category term='it&apos;s a whole new process'/><category term='end'/><category term='fullstop to chapter one'/><category term='speechless'/><category term='memory turned into memories'/><category term='passion'/><category term='a child-like one'/><category term='keep dreaming'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='God is good'/><category term='good old days'/><title type='text'>memories captured</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-1397898667681816021</id><published>2010-03-14T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:59:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;everyone's is worthy in God's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we are His workmanship, beautifully and wonderfully made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;hence, we should not look down on one another or think others are not worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;dear Lord, what can i do to revive &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;or, where has &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; gone wrong that really needs attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;if You would, Lord, show me what i can do for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1397898667681816021?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1397898667681816021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1397898667681816021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1397898667681816021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1397898667681816021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/03/worth.html' title='Worth'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-3188108635043223366</id><published>2010-02-06T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:22:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you cant change what you have already done.&lt;br /&gt;you cant change where you have already gone.&lt;br /&gt;you cant change who you already are.&lt;br /&gt;common' girl, be more self-actualized.&lt;br /&gt;put what you;ve learnt to action- Maslow's Hierearchy of Needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta shake yourself so so hard and wake yourself up from this self-delusion.&lt;br /&gt;you are not gona regret your choice.&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is just be focused with what you want and what you are there for!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, you'll be really happy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop blaming yourself! it's not like its such a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;always remeber your purpose of the choice you've made&lt;br /&gt;and make sure when you leave that place, you've finished your job and achieved your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-3188108635043223366?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3188108635043223366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=3188108635043223366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3188108635043223366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3188108635043223366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-change-what-you-have-already.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-6524053076755389488</id><published>2010-01-10T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:39:51.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;change- good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;people change for the better, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;people change for the worse, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;i've witnessed much change throughout 2009.&lt;br /&gt;good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;well..guess change's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;if you change for the good, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;if otherwise, its so important to be clear once again of what is right and head in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, God is in charge of all changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6524053076755389488?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6524053076755389488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6524053076755389488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6524053076755389488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6524053076755389488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-6317500957405803638</id><published>2010-01-04T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:32:53.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes, what you hold dearly to you might seem stupid after you have seen something that means even more and requires a deeper level of understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;well.. i guess that's what i have learnt from the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;worth my 13 bucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6317500957405803638?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6317500957405803638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6317500957405803638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6317500957405803638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6317500957405803638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-what-you-hold-dearly-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-6563901299511244683</id><published>2009-12-11T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:41:07.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;UNLEASH&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the leader within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;its in 5 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*gasps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6563901299511244683?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6563901299511244683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6563901299511244683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6563901299511244683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6563901299511244683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/unleash-leader-within.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-3052563536258369673</id><published>2009-11-29T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:51:53.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it's the work of teoh ling ling for this nice blogskin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i know... you must be laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cos this kinda blogskin thing should be everyone also know how to do one right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but.. i'm different!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;now.. don't ask why. its just as it is.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anw... the purpose of this blog was to thank teoh ling ling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so... THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s. i think she forgot to change the tab name to mine instead. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-3052563536258369673?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3052563536258369673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=3052563536258369673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3052563536258369673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3052563536258369673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-5934774910578905481</id><published>2009-11-18T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:52:05.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-5934774910578905481?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5934774910578905481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=5934774910578905481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5934774910578905481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5934774910578905481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-1753062720604394588</id><published>2009-10-20T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:57:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no way out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;induced guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;more and more guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna lose things just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was a solution, i'd solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;there doesnt seem to be any though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;"run away", considered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life has no instruction manual" -RMA lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..thanks for that warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...........AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/St3PnlcYHuI/AAAAAAAAACs/PkVzreulT2s/s1600-h/crying+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/St3PnlcYHuI/AAAAAAAAACs/PkVzreulT2s/s200/crying+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394696207632703202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1753062720604394588?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1753062720604394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1753062720604394588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1753062720604394588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1753062720604394588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-way-out.html' title='no way out.'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/St3PnlcYHuI/AAAAAAAAACs/PkVzreulT2s/s72-c/crying+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-1473645081608782995</id><published>2009-09-23T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:43:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its an endless road out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SrnRb-fDEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/dwy20M1uVAM/s1600-h/DSC_9623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SrnRb-fDEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/dwy20M1uVAM/s320/DSC_9623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384565108058034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Enough is not an action, its a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i do something so that i wont get the chance to do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1473645081608782995?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1473645081608782995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1473645081608782995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1473645081608782995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1473645081608782995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-endless-road-out-there.html' title='its an endless road out there'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SrnRb-fDEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/dwy20M1uVAM/s72-c/DSC_9623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-6665227813235536058</id><published>2009-09-19T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:16:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"you can never fail unless you quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6665227813235536058?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6665227813235536058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6665227813235536058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6665227813235536058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6665227813235536058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-never-fail-unless-you-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-2370437417542932658</id><published>2009-09-16T00:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:01:11.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gone'/><title type='text'>contradictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq-7Ri3m6rI/AAAAAAAAABs/CD5ErGPtbjc/s1600-h/coloured+squares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq-7Ri3m6rI/AAAAAAAAABs/CD5ErGPtbjc/s200/coloured+squares.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381725989823244978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to be part of choosing whether its the squares or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq-_r1mhMVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-GRIrbxVwSw/s1600-h/stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq-_r1mhMVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-GRIrbxVwSw/s200/stripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381730839574950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               the stripes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_BGVvfliI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C_LkqqBphSU/s1600-h/cartoon+wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_BGVvfliI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C_LkqqBphSU/s200/cartoon+wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381732394390754850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to be part of choosing whether its the cartoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_CGPmvFwI/AAAAAAAAACE/871VKHzQrUA/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_CGPmvFwI/AAAAAAAAACE/871VKHzQrUA/s200/words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381733492255037186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;or just the plain old words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_Dswjt82I/AAAAAAAAACU/Yj_b2Z99ZQM/s1600-h/colour+pencils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_Dswjt82I/AAAAAAAAACU/Yj_b2Z99ZQM/s200/colour+pencils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381735253447406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to be part of choosing if its in colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_E6FY5IdI/AAAAAAAAACc/sjp4DF33BOc/s1600-h/black+and+white+coloured+pencils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq_E6FY5IdI/AAAAAAAAACc/sjp4DF33BOc/s200/black+and+white+coloured+pencils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381736581889073618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or if its just plain black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a say in everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but, i guess its impossible now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;anw, this is something random, but i want an Accessorize wallet badly.&lt;br /&gt;its so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-2370437417542932658?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2370437417542932658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=2370437417542932658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/2370437417542932658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/2370437417542932658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/contradictions.html' title='contradictions'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sq-7Ri3m6rI/AAAAAAAAABs/CD5ErGPtbjc/s72-c/coloured+squares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-6424517056212064449</id><published>2009-09-07T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:00:49.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SqPpfy3Ff3I/AAAAAAAAABk/3vY-X07qle8/s1600-h/peace+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SqPpfy3Ff3I/AAAAAAAAABk/3vY-X07qle8/s320/peace+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378399112448540530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;when it finally comes,&lt;br /&gt;that's when i will really be glad.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Teoh's sermon today.&lt;br /&gt;make &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;because face it, we all need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's why i'm waiting, waiting, waiting on the world to change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6424517056212064449?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;i've been studying the whole day for my final paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i've finished doing the 8 papers i have to and now, i dont know what else to study.&lt;br /&gt;i know the 8 papers are not enough, and there's other things i should look into more.&lt;br /&gt;but.. what?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to tell me what else i need to study!&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait!&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-905836726783732659?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/905836726783732659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=905836726783732659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/905836726783732659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/905836726783732659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SpTmxfJ4knI/AAAAAAAAABc/3s2QS0_c5sk/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-5621470454227649782</id><published>2009-08-15T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:54:37.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a huge sigh of relief..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;psychology B term test is over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;one less paper to conquer, one more to go though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;really thank God that He has brought me through this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the many days where i felt i was going crazy studying for the psy test, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He provided- strength to overcome everything and emrge feeling confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the many times where i felt i was alone going through all the stress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He provided- friends who are always there to remind me that we are all in it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the many occassions where i felt so tired of everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He provided- rest for me in all the least expected times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i really just wanna thank God for all that He has brought me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i've got one more paper to conquer, but i know God is going to be there no matter what and He is going to show His providence in many ways i would never expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it goes the same for all of you out there too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when you fell tired, stressed, drained, REMEMBER, God is always there for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my brother that He will carry you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;I know my sister that He will carry you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369878647661847122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SoWkLeDW4lI/AAAAAAAAABU/fHxrzCFfZnQ/s320/faith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-5621470454227649782?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5621470454227649782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=5621470454227649782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5621470454227649782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5621470454227649782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/phew-huge-sigh-of-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SoWkLeDW4lI/AAAAAAAAABU/fHxrzCFfZnQ/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-7026344092713230558</id><published>2009-08-02T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:42:35.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SnWzyvOVqPI/AAAAAAAAABM/g4wBcAaQAxQ/s1600-h/wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365392215333251314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SnWzyvOVqPI/AAAAAAAAABM/g4wBcAaQAxQ/s320/wind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm waiting for this really strong gust of wind to blow me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;off from where i've been standing for a really long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so long, i'm starting to get comfortable in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but i know that comfort is nothing right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that's cos i've been staying at that same spot, so stagnant in everything-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my life, my studies, my service to God and His people, my spiritual walk, my everything i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;after reading a friend's blog, i realise that its actually time i pick myself up and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that comfy place isn't so comfy after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's hard to find that drive, that motivation, that passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;all that i used to have. though not 100 percent, but still much more than what i have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;presently, it's almost reduced to nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i need that fire. i need it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i need that drive, i need it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i need that wind to pick me up and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and dear God... that's none other than You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Challenge yourself by stepping out of your comfort zone... God will make something out of that nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7026344092713230558?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7026344092713230558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7026344092713230558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7026344092713230558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7026344092713230558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-waiting-for-this-really-strong-gust.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SnWzyvOVqPI/AAAAAAAAABM/g4wBcAaQAxQ/s72-c/wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-6623398742368774433</id><published>2009-07-26T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:07:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED ICE AGE 3 AND WANT TO, PLEASE ASK ME OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i really want to watch that movie. it seems as though it is the kind of movie that will make you laugh till your cheeks and stomach hurt. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anw, this past few days have been passing like a rocket train for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ever since wednesday night, i have been hoping that thursday wouldnt come cos i really have no idea how to cope with the busy-ness that was to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but tonight, all has finally come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all the busy-ness is met with a full stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;as i sit before the computer now, i can finally take a deep breath and be glad that it is all over. thank God for He has brought me through the days that i dread to go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;thank God for He has sustained me through the many things that happened in this few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;in just a matter of hours, the week is going to begin again and all the busy-ness will naturally flow in. but, really just wanna hand it all unto God and ask that He will take charge of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6623398742368774433?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6623398742368774433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6623398742368774433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6623398742368774433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6623398742368774433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/note-if-you-have-not-watched-ice-age-3.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-4983137094265123523</id><published>2009-07-21T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:57:58.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>life and death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;life and death is not something one can control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the only One who can control it is the One who made us-God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;in life, we do not treasure the little things that happen and we dwell on the big things that do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it is only till death before we realise the importance of those little things that take place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;little things like your parents being around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;little things like your friends being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;little things like these.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;they never used to have a significance. or, they have little significance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but, when we are about to lose it, we realise they are so important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;by then, we'd not have the luxury of time and life to cherish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;people always say, "life is short," and they stop there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;they often forget the back part - "&lt;strong&gt;cherish it&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it took me a person's death to realise it and i thank God for this important lesson learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it's a life lesson that will always be etched in my memory and it will not just stop there but, it will take application to make this lesson meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;life sure is short, so cherish every moment of it, big or small. and you'll realise that life is filled with so many things that can only be seen on the outside of a ignorant human's eye-view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;cultivate God's eye-view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-4983137094265123523?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4983137094265123523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=4983137094265123523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/4983137094265123523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/4983137094265123523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-death.html' title='life and death'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-1386796514311383838</id><published>2009-06-23T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:36:14.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's totally crappy to feel the way i feel now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yet again, nobody knows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont blame anyone that nobody knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont tell anyone either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going to where i get my knowledge from is sometimes a torture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm all alone. no one is true. even when one is, that one is probably with others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its ok, you probably dont get what i'm saying because nobody knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passing that place every morning is a torture. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it feels like i've made a wrong choice that landed me where i am and made me feel the way i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it when i dont have a mind of my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it when i make decisions based on people's influences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody knows. nobody knows, NOBODY KNOWS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant whine, i cant cry, i cant scream, i cant express the way i want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am numb to everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is this so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody knows. not even myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-3424092380503096997</id><published>2009-06-10T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:52:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows, nobody knows but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;That I sometimes cry, if I could pretend that I'm asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;When my tears start to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I peek out from behind these walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I think nobody knows, nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody likes, nobody likes to lose their inner voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;The one I used to hear before my life made a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;But I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Baby, oh the secret's safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I've lost my way back homeI think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I said nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;It's win or lose, not how you play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And the road to darkness has a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Of always knowing my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;But I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Baby, oh the secret's safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I've lost my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be there my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'll wake up and start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;When everybody else is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;The way I do when I'm lying in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And the world is asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nobody knows but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;by Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-3424092380503096997?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3424092380503096997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=3424092380503096997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3424092380503096997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/3424092380503096997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobody-knows-nobody-knows-but-me-that-i.html' title='no one knows'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-4120775946533121135</id><published>2009-05-23T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:36:57.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picked up from where i left off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;! by popular demand! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;actually, just two! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but.. its okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still glad to have 2 ppl interested in my life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you ming and jessie! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;so.. here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;though this will be quite a short one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;if there's a countdown clock before me, it'll show the no. &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;thats because.. i've only got &lt;strong&gt;10 days left&lt;/strong&gt; to my term test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;how quick time flies yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;poly life has been alright so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm getting a little more used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;though i think i have bipolar disorders cos sometimes i feel high about school and other times not. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh no!! i'm using all the psy terms! bipolar disorder.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but yup, it describes my state of mind now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;everyday's like a bullet train and assignments go zoom zoom right before your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;who said poly life was slack? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i beg to differ &lt;strong&gt;GREATLY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and.. staying far from school doesnt help at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but oh well.. i know i'll get use to that real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;have been staying far from my schools since sec school. (though not as far n one straight bus!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;well.. i guess that's a relly short update about me so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;will blog more often once i have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the keyword is "&lt;em&gt;once i have time&lt;/em&gt;." hehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-4120775946533121135?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.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-175496178271439270.post-4192138224194869462</id><published>2009-04-18T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:06:48.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory turned into memories'/><title type='text'>past and present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;today marks the end of the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; week 0 orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it sure was fun and enjoyable for the past 3 days compared to last week's past 3 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i guess.. it sure is a good feeling to be able to find that sense of belonging that i really longed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i received my class posting today. got posted to 1A03.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;really happy that at least, i've got a good friend in the same class as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but.. on the other hand, was quite sad when we both were not in the same class as the ppl we really bonded with in Apache (our orientation group name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but.. oh well.. we consoled ourselves with the fact that we would only be separated during tutorials and not lectures.. =( haha, i dont feel consoled though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;however, someone delivered us the news that actually.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;during 2nd year, we'd all be in the same class again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm.. hope so! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anw.. met up with my sec school friends today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i must say that the feeling was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's been a long time, 4F!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hope to always keep in contact with all of you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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present'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-2853562922347428902</id><published>2009-04-15T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:38:39.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you know, sometimes.. when i just stone or am not doing anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a sudden fear grips me.&lt;br /&gt;i keep worrying about this new chapter i've been talking about for the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it seems as though the fear would not go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what if i was not able to fit in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what if i was not able to find a soul mate in the 3 years ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what if all my friends had friends except me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so many what ifs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm really afraid, i have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i cant stop worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i really cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then, this song played in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide me now, under Your wings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover me, within Your mighty hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will soar with You above the storms, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, You are king over the flood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will be still, know You are God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then a verse rang in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each day has enough troubles of its own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Matthew 6:34&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so jolene, stop worrying, be still before the Lord because you know He'll bring you through everything in life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;put your faith in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-2853562922347428902?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.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-175496178271439270.post-4085674045917486370</id><published>2009-04-10T01:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:16:44.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop the tick tocks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751839682826114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sd42mNfaD4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9cAFMRvvk5E/s320/loneliness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; loneliness aint a good feeling at all. it's even worse when u feel lonely in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;what's the crowd even doing to make u feel sooo lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;nothing.. they're just being themselves, or their fake-selves.&lt;br /&gt;u cant blame them.. u just dont fit in. face it.&lt;br /&gt;how saddening eh? too bad. life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;they say take it or leave. unfortunately, leave it isnt what u can do.&lt;br /&gt;so.. just take it, u idiot.&lt;br /&gt;tears stream out whenever u feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;u just want a companion. 1 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sadly, there's none.&lt;br /&gt;are u in the wrong place?&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt like that feeling at all.. she just wants to leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;she longs that it doesnt keep going on.&lt;br /&gt;it'll make her life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;but, to blend in, or to look for a companion in the crowd, u have to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;to fit in means u have to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;but she doesnt want to. not when the crowd's like this.&lt;br /&gt;she suddenly admires all who can undergo change without changing.&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be like one.&lt;br /&gt;can she?&lt;br /&gt;she hopes so..&lt;br /&gt;u've only got 2 choices: to be urself and be lonely; to leave urself and be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;but... she wants none of this 2. she wants to be herself and be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;what was supposed to be 3 enjoyable days made her feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;she hasnt any clue how she's going to face the new term ahead.&lt;br /&gt;at first, she couldn't wait. now, she thinks she needs more time. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any way, thank u for those encouraging words. she feels better. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-4085674045917486370?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4085674045917486370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=4085674045917486370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/4085674045917486370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/4085674045917486370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/loneliness-aint-good-feeling-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/Sd42mNfaD4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9cAFMRvvk5E/s72-c/loneliness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-7289598977873690258</id><published>2009-04-01T00:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:24:16.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a child-like one'/><title type='text'>innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;recently, i took up the role of a teacher- a tuition teacher to my 11 year old cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i must say, it is not a very easy job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;firstly, because i've lost touch with primary school work for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;secondly, their syllabus sure has changed a lot that they're learning what we learnt only when we've reached sec one or p6. terrible huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thirdly, because it is not easy to keep the attn of a kid for two long hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this cousin of mine is particularly lazy.. or should i say restless when it comes to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she doesnt like to focus (she drifts away) and blabbers nonsense when i ask her questions which i've told her the answers like 10 secs ago! aint it tough?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sometimes, i do get pissed that she's really just wasting my time and energy tutoring her, but there's one thing that erases all these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a child's innocence&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is what keeps me going.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she's really funny sometimes. esp when she blabbers nonsense that is seriously off point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAHA! it's both pissing, yet at the same time funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;probably that is why i'm interested in children.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they can make your day although they may spoil your day first(if you get what i mean) =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and.. they make you happy with their innocence and.. the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they just make you smile from inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that sums it all up, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;here's some pictures of those innocent little ones..&lt;br /&gt;(most are of babies though. they're even more adorable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319397151270023714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJLhpSssiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8FxeVtnpDhg/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319397652422779778" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJL-0O044I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kR4kliHkhHI/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398105684115922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJMZMwwAdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p87Pc2HWFnA/s320/baby+w+mucus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, of course i love this toddler the most..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319399401658613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJNkopJfxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IZNrR4DR55M/s320/11022007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DARIUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJL-0O044I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kR4kliHkhHI/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJL-0O044I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kR4kliHkhHI/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7289598977873690258?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7289598977873690258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7289598977873690258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7289598977873690258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7289598977873690258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/innocence-of-young.html' title='innocence'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SdJLhpSssiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8FxeVtnpDhg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-6462651744150091857</id><published>2009-03-22T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:19:01.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good'/><title type='text'>what's your "sky" now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i kinda figured life's a little like the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;one moment it can be all sunny and brightly lit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the next moment? a gust of wind might just blow some dark clouds and cover up the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;or.. one moment, it might be full of dark clouds and rain taking over the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but.. be glad! the next moment a beautiful rainbow appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;its all unknown what can come next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the bright sun that sends its radiance throughout the sky and turns it&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; orange&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;an army of &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; clouds taking over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a beautiful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;that spreads across?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;or simply just a clear &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; sky with fluffy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you never know which kind of "sky" you are going to experience in your life, but always remember, whatever the "sky" may be, God's faithfulness is everlasting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it goes the same for His love.&lt;br /&gt;they are new every morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He will bring you through every single kind of "sky'' you may come to experience in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rejoice for He is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6462651744150091857?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6462651744150091857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6462651744150091857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6462651744150091857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6462651744150091857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-sky-now.html' title='what&apos;s your &quot;sky&quot; now?'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-3086860148055742582</id><published>2009-03-13T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:56:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you cannot add days to your life. but, you can add life to your days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-3086860148055742582?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.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-175496178271439270.post-1557452462846681407</id><published>2009-03-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:27:01.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>think hard on life's occurances and it might mean something to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;while riding bus 162 to my cousin's to collect some presentation suit today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i saw this bunch (or rather this 2 bunches) of texts flasehd on TV mobile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Be thankful for your limitations, it means you have opportunities to improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Be thankful when you're tired and weary, it means you have made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the first phrase was flashed across a background of a baby sitting on his bum, trying to move around, but not being able to walk yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the second was flashed across a background of a really tired man, or boy, or just a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can you imagine it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there wasnt any instant thoughts after seeing those phrases, i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i just stared at it and told myself that it sure was inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in what way, i dont really know it myself. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's just one of those indescribable moments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;now that i'm done sharing what i thought was inspiring to me (and hopefully to you),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'd better be back to brainstorming on what to write on my cover letter of some scholarship interview i'm going for tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh my, it is a thousand times harder to brainstorm for that cover letter than to blog about what was inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh well.. better continue before i cant think anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1557452462846681407?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1557452462846681407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1557452462846681407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1557452462846681407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1557452462846681407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-hard-on-lifes-occurances-and-it.html' title='think hard on life&apos;s occurances and it might mean something to you'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-201350458942324349</id><published>2009-03-05T00:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:31:36.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great show'/><title type='text'>slumdog millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if you havent caught the movie slumdog millionaire, you really should consider doing so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was a great movie about love, brotherhood as well as remembering the times of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love because it showed how true love can last through all sorts of life's circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, of course the couple in the show had a happy ending. they were together. but if it weren't for Jamal's persistent love for Latika, i guess the ending wouldn't have been so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;brotherhood because the show illustrated how Salim, a mean brother to start with ended up sacrificing himself for Jamal, his younger brother. although Salim did do things that are dispicable towards his brother, he still showed love for his brother in times of need. maybe it is only because he owes Jamal too much. but i guess that's not all. he still loves him a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so.. if you have a brother that seems to be doing things that irritates or angers you, dont worry, cos i'm sure he loves you deep down somewhere. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(seems like i'm consoling myself. HAHA oops!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and lastly.. remembering the times of your life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rmb i had a post long ago describing the remembering of the times of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if you dont, you might want to start remembering it detailed-ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who knows, one day, you might win 20,000,000 (rupees) with them! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it would be good if those times of your life include a mean but caring brother; a pretty and beautiful indian lady and of course cash you can spend in nowhere but india. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, i dont know if i'm doing the movie justice by giving my personal inputs on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there is definitely much more to expect from it, its just that i cant put them all into words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'VE GOT TO WATCH IT TO BELIEVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so, what are you waiting for?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-201350458942324349?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/201350458942324349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=201350458942324349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/201350458942324349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/201350458942324349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='slumdog millionaire'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-6969480876389763765</id><published>2009-02-27T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:41:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is april taking so long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;exactly 10 long days since i've last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;before i logged on to blogger, i was actually reading visiting many blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;blogs of many of my schoolmates. or rather, used-to-be schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i read their old posts and then moved on to the more recent ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and then what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;slowly, the names that these friends mentioned gradually becomes more unfamiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;no longer 4F, Nan Chiau or the many nick names we give each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;now, it's become the names that i've never heard of in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;guess they've really moved on and entered another chapter and met new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but i believe somewhere, deep in them, they still miss the old times.. right guys? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;well.. i cant wait to start school and meet different people too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but the sad thing is that there's still one more month and a few more days to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;sometimes, i do ponder on why i didnt enter a college instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;being blessed with eligible scores but not taking up the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;haha. i guess i'm just jealous that all of you all already have something going on in your lives while i'm still waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;perhaps once i start school, things might be different then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april, are you coming soon or what?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-6969480876389763765?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6969480876389763765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=6969480876389763765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6969480876389763765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/6969480876389763765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-april-taking-so-long.html' title='why is april taking so long?'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-158785224062855203</id><published>2009-02-17T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:51:51.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;not in the mood to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;was just testing out something with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;so.. pardon me, this is a totally redundant post. haha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-158785224062855203?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/158785224062855203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=158785224062855203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/158785224062855203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/158785224062855203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/httpwww.html' title='testing'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-1053463409069472290</id><published>2009-02-10T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:40:10.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good old days'/><title type='text'>times of your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;were there times of your life you really remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;or do you seem like you remember them but they are long gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;while reading many blogs today, i realised something. i miss the good old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the days where i had a routined life. funny but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i really do miss the days where i just wake up, wash up, get dressed, go to school, spend time in school, end school, return home, eat, study, nap, study, eat, tv, sleep, and the same thing happens the next day too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i guess i;m just too lost in my holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;everyday is just almost meaningless. it feels as though i'm throwing everyday away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and i guess the recession is real bad too. i've been looking for a job but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sent out thousands of mails but not a single reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;probably i havent been looking hard enough? i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i cant wait till the day i finally start school. then i'll return to my routine life once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but by then, probably i'd be blogging about remembering the good old days where i just stayed home and did everything at my own pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sighs.. life is so contradicting. or, is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1053463409069472290?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1053463409069472290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1053463409069472290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1053463409069472290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1053463409069472290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/times-of-your-life.html' title='times of your life'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-8804235925334116871</id><published>2009-02-02T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:41:43.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i've not posted in a long time yeah? just realised too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stretch a rubber band between two poles and make sure it has way too much tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;then use your finger and flick the middle hard, real hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it SNAPS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;blow a ballon to its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but dont stop, keep blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it BURSTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stand at the 3rd storey of a flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;play trust fall and believe that the bed that your friend set to catch you will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;well, i don't think i'll jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everything is so unreliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;rubber bands meant to stretch so that you can tie it around something snaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;balloons meant to be blown up big and beautifully bursts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;beds that are meant to give you comfort might you even more afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8804235925334116871?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8804235925334116871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8804235925334116871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8804235925334116871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8804235925334116871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-not-posted-in-long-time-yeah-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-1656088528132633782</id><published>2009-01-11T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:10:47.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><title type='text'>now for the SERIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;in just 15 hours time,&lt;br /&gt;my new chapter would unfold.&lt;br /&gt;i'm full of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;so many different opinions and so many different choices.&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do or choose?&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks certain on where they are going.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stranded in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;"JC! No, POLY! No No, JC. POLY! POLY! JC! JC! POLY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here cos i think you already know my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know what's right for me.&lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;one thing, no actually two things left to do.&lt;br /&gt;first, to keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;second, to have faith in God in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;well that's it! i have decided!&lt;br /&gt;this is it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i think that would make me less uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God, take charge please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-1656088528132633782?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1656088528132633782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=1656088528132633782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1656088528132633782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/1656088528132633782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-for-serious.html' title='now for the SERIOUS'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-8706578328945965319</id><published>2009-01-11T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:00:01.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muthu's mother tongue PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;here's more after much hunting on the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;uh-oh, i think i'm getting the hang of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;really, just ignore me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm being mad here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;συχνά αισθάνομαι όλο μόνο. όλα που πηγαίνω κατευθείαν, το κρατώ σε με. ξέρω ότι είναι αρκετά ηλίθιο. αλλά παρακαλώ, με επιτρέψτε να είμαι. σκέφτομαι ότι αξίζω κάποιο χρόνο μόνο. καλέστε με εσωστρεφή ή τίποτα. δεν θέλω πραγματικά να φροντίσω άλλο. είμαι κουρασμένου όλων αυτών που με δίνετε και έχω προσπαθήσει τόσο τόσο σκληρά ήδη. με τεντώνετε σε μεγάλο μέρος και προτού να εκραγώ, ελπίζω ότι θα σταματούσατε. μισώ τις νύχτες Σαββάτου. είναι μια νύχτα όπου τα δάκρυα ρέουν συνεχώς κάτω από τα μάτια μου. δεν είναι εύκολο εσείς ξέρει, γιατί πρέπει να κάνετε πάντα αυτό σε με. αναρωτιέμαι πάντα γιατί έπρεπε να τεθώ μέσω αυτού. είμαι πάντα έτσι αποθαρρυνμένου από αυτό που λέτε. γιατί με συγκρίνετε με την; κατόπιν την επιλέξτε! γιατί εγώ; είμαι τόσο τόσο άρρωστος και κουρασμένου από το. με εμπιστευθείτε με όλη την καρδιά μου. εάν δεν μπορώ να το πάρω άλλο, μια ημέρα ακριβώς να εξαφανιστώ. με διαθέστε, παρακαλώ. πιθανώς μέχρι το αύριο, θα είχα ξεχάσει όλα αυτά που λέω. αλλά τουλάχιστον το κατέβηκα το στήθος μου για τώρα. λίγο ανακουφισμένος τώρα.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8706578328945965319?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8706578328945965319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8706578328945965319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8706578328945965319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8706578328945965319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/muthus-mother-tongue-part-ii.html' title='muthu&apos;s mother tongue PART II'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-8908109128388092264</id><published>2009-01-01T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:22:03.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep dreaming'/><title type='text'>it's the new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SVzb4jdK39I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T0TUksLoWmE/s1600-h/kite+in+clouds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SVzb4jdK39I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T0TUksLoWmE/s320/kite+in+clouds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341827262865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;isn't this photo pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;if only the kite could carry my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i'd then be a teeny bit nearer to my dream of touching a cloud someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;my mind is constantly on the go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;why cant i reach those fluffy clouds in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;hold on, is it even possible in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;okay, i've got your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;just leave me to dream yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;2009&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;isn't 2008 fast?&lt;br /&gt;just a few months ago, i was still flipping books each day and pondering on the lessons in class each day.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievably, 2008 has passed.&lt;br /&gt;and it's now a new chapter, new environment and almost a new life for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on!&lt;br /&gt;whatever's bad in 2008, i guess i'll just leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;whatever i've learnt from 2008, i'll take it along with me to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, i'd still like to give thanks to God for bringing me through the whole of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;it's memorable, unforgettable and laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, here i come!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8908109128388092264?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8908109128388092264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8908109128388092264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8908109128388092264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8908109128388092264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year.html' title='it&apos;s the new year!'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-uawkFLkic/SVzb4jdK39I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T0TUksLoWmE/s72-c/kite+in+clouds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175496178271439270.post-8676792994123559181</id><published>2008-12-23T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:46:16.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;on this very day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;at 9 am in the morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;we finally met up again after such a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;HUI CHUN! AMANDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;it's been long since we met!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and today's outing was a little special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;we went for a picnic at botanic gardens! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and then went for a little christmas shopping down orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;haha, these two people i've known for 5 long years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;this friendship sure stretches a long way back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;we've all been through thick and thin together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;all the laughters and stupid things we say or think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;wonder if such a friendship will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i sure hope it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;cheers to our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;love ya, huch and mach! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[awaiting our 21st birthday which also is our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;friendship's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;th anniversary!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8676792994123559181?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-175496178271439270.post-8244625918709962066</id><published>2008-12-17T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:42:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muthu's mother tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;τίποτα που θέλω να πω αμέσως. i' μ βουβό, πράγματι. τίποτα είναι κάτι πάντα πάντα εν λόγω και yup, υποθέτω ότι δεν σκέφτομαι αρκετά να πάρω τι αισθανθήκατε έπειτα. λοξοτομώ παίρνω όλο αυτό το και αναγνωρίζω ότι είναι σκληρό, αλλά ι που σταματά ακόμα. το αύριο θα είναι μια ολοκαίνουργια ημέρα, και να είστε ένας ολοκαίνουργιος εγώ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;haha! this is so tamil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;it's just some random antique scrolls that i found online coincidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;so cool looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i think i'm mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;highing over such a dumb thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;haha. goodnight then! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8244625918709962066?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8244625918709962066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8244625918709962066' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm back from mission trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it was such a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there were a million and one learning points from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm glad i was part of the team! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i'd love to visit that place again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it's carefree there and the people are so hospitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;they're absolutely passionate for God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;they've got such prayerful hearts and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;they're just worth all of us to learn from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there's so many other things i've got from the mission trip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but i guess i wont list it out one be one. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and one absolutely beautiful scene i'll always remember of malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i saw it on the bus trip to kumpung jering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;seating at the window seat, it's only natural to look out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and being a huge fan of the sky, i looked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there were many. so so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;they were like the clouds of the night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;each one hung in the sky blinking constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a scene that i dont think i can ever see in my own country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;too bad, i didn't take a photo of that beautiful sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; but, it'll always be etched in my memory after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; and i'll be able to view it as long as i close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;one word to summarise it all-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God's creation is simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7969376194791166352?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7969376194791166352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7969376194791166352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7969376194791166352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7969376194791166352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-from-mission-trip-it-was-such.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-7070656845900605519</id><published>2008-11-23T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:13:19.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>life is fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"BANG!" and you see, all's gone in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;life is so so fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;one day, probably while doing the least dangerous thing you consider, you may just be gone in a flash as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;like, while walking down some stairs, you miss one and hit your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;unrealistic? think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it happened to the principal of my tuition centre and she passed away due to the hard fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;what else can describe life except fragile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it really is you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;jay walking is another example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;just to get to the opposite end in probably 1 min faster, you take the gamble of a 50% chance of killing yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm not talking about those kinds of minor jay walks like crossing when the whole road is empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm referring to really those that carry out major jay walking like running cross the road when the car is just 10m away just to catch a bus when it's obvious you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;love life! don't take such a huge risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;how do you define minor and major jay walks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;you have yours and i have mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;probably you presume that you know the rhythm of the road so so well (oops, haha),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;but accidents aren't called accidents for nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm not kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;after hearing your prayer request, something weighed in me so heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i wish your friend well and that God will place His healing hands on her so that she'll be fine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i pray that He'll bless her and take care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;and that she'll wake up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7070656845900605519?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7070656845900605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7070656845900605519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7070656845900605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7070656845900605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-fragile.html' title='life is fragile'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-7337377371324707843</id><published>2008-11-21T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:21:51.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality time'/><title type='text'>a day to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i had a great great day just yesterday spending time with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;it was a wonderful experience because sad to say, the previous one was ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;the laughters, the memories, the jokes that we cracked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;its priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i found out something new about my dad too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;he said that when he was young, he used to visit those bars and watched all the performances till the bar had to close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;this suddenly made me figure out why i also enjoy such visits to bars though few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;we're quite alike aren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;we love to crack jokes and laugh, although my dad always appears to be serious and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;he's quite a nice man, to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;okay, not quite, but really a nice man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;no wonder my mum would fall for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;oh, and it has been ages since we walked down orchard road to appreciate the christmas lightings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and eat those 1 dollar cone ice-creams together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;too bad my brother wasn't there or he would have completed the numbers in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and that would really mean a family outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;this mini shopping experience with them really made me love them even more and treasure them more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i shall start planning the next one! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;such simple joys in life like spending time with our parents is often neglected, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;this pace that the world is moving at would really strip away precious time that we have to carry out those simple joys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i've learnt that yesterday, have you learnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;food for thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;when was the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; spent quality time with those you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;dearly love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7337377371324707843?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7337377371324707843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7337377371324707843' 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type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i've always been wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how many times a day will a person say why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;or how many times an hour will a person think why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i guess it's countless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;we're all made to question many things sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why is the sky &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and clouds &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why is the grass &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and the tree trunks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why is this this, and why is that that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;have you wondered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i've always wondered why. always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;however,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;always wondering why doesnt guarantee always getting an answer for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm quite sure only God can answer all my why questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but that does not necessarily mean i'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God has His reasons too and yes, i'll just have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;so, i've come to a conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there's 3 possibilities to my why questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. the answer itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2. wait and you'll find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3. you're not going to know that answer in your lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;haha. why oh why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7505655197612237270?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7505655197612237270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7505655197612237270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7505655197612237270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7505655197612237270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-5047607878660059595</id><published>2008-11-18T00:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:20:35.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speechless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;whymustibelabelleddumbwhenicare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;unlessmyearsheardwrongly,otherwisei'mprettysureyoudidso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;it'shurtingyouknow?very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;youcouldhavejustkeptittoyourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;donthavetotellyourfriend(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;thankyousomuchformakingdumbknowntotheworld.&lt;/span&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/175496178271439270-5047607878660059595?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5047607878660059595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=5047607878660059595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5047607878660059595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5047607878660059595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-must-i-be-labelled-dumb-when-i-care.html' title=''/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-8073198131184803499</id><published>2008-11-12T01:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:04:26.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tick.. and the clock struck 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ITS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o's have OFFICIALLY ENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this is such an incredible feeling, it's just so hard to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how did i celebrate it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i went to malaysia to shop with ling hui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;well.. didnt really buy much, but had a great and fun time over there. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;on the other note, the equation balances out like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;end of o's = end of secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i must say this equation is one that can be nerve wrecking at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;where am i to be or to go once i've completed my secondary education?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to a JC? or a Poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to the arts stream or the science stream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to which course out of the countless courses in Poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wow.. look at the vast choices to choose from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;though it may not be as many as when you step into a uni or into the society,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it just feels overwhelming at this point where you have only been up to this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;well... i guess it all voices down to faith and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;faith in believing what is unseen in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;trusting that God's plan would be the best of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this also means listening-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;listening to God's calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i read a book today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it was about passion to serve and making a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;book mentioned something that i found real meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"passion is a gift from God to empower you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so.. this thought came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;instead of always looking for where my passion lays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;why not i discover the passion that God has already laid for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and yes.. that's what i shall do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;although i may not know how long i'll take to discover it&lt;br /&gt;or how to even start discovering it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i'll keep trying till the day i discover the passion that comes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;from God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, just once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O's are OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8073198131184803499?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8073198131184803499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8073198131184803499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8073198131184803499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8073198131184803499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-206830054544250895</id><published>2008-11-06T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:07:21.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fullstop to chapter one'/><title type='text'>in the blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;there has always been this thing in me that kept me from believing the phrase where people say "in the blink of an eye, everything will past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;seriously, i've experienced times where i've blinked as much as i can and i'm still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;where i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;so how can it be true that in the blink of AN eye, all will past?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;well.. thats just if you take it literally though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;however, i've really experienced it today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;it's my 2nd last paper today and i'm really glad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;just 3 weeks ago, i was just wondering how i can ever get through this 1 month long exam period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and... really, almost in the blink of an eye, i've only 1 more paper left next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;all thanks to God who really just aided me through this whole time and for all the friends that kept encouraging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;it's coming to an end, and i cant express how glad i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;soon, i'm gonna close this chapter of my life and flip open a brand new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;the thought of it is exciting, scary and oh also saddening at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;but, i believe all will be fine just as this chapter is =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;what's more, God will be with me through each and every chapter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-206830054544250895?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.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-175496178271439270.post-7023352077696860555</id><published>2008-10-31T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:32:07.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartfelt thanks'/><title type='text'>one more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i had a dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;it was on the social studies question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;all i remembered was that xin pei and i were in the toilet and she asked me which question i attempted for ss. and i told her insecurity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hmmm.. did i actually mean the theme on international conflict and transnational terrorism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;probably it's due to the 4  hours i spent in the library studying that theme earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;you know, after looking through the post that i posted last night, i came to realise i actually have forgotten one thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;one really important thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;its my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;through this whole o's experience, i've seen how much the people around me care and how much their support and encouragement can mean in times like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;thank you all! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;from the prayers and cards to all the many text messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;its a heartwarming experience i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;thank you again! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-7023352077696860555?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7023352077696860555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=7023352077696860555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/7023352077696860555'/><link 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o's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;just 5 more papers to go and i'll be free!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'll then get to experience complete and incomplete combustion with my books and notes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o's has been alright so far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not that there's no difficult papers, but just that through every paper, whether tough or less tough, i get to experience something new! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let's see.. geog was tough because they combined questions which was unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but through it, i've found out how much i should depend not on myself but on God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and physics was equally tough. actually, tougher! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but only through it, i've known how much hardwork really pays off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what else? oh yes, A maths! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the papers weren't considered very very tough, but i think i was overly anxious about it resulting in a bad tummyache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but.. God listened and answered and by the time i reached the 6th question, the tummyache was totally gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there's still many other experiences, but i'll not list them down. too many to record!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well.. all i can say is that i'm glad this o's experience made me realise so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from God's love, grace and mercy, to life's greatest lessons of only through hardwork will you succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o's isn't that scary or fearful anymore! it all depends on how much we're willing to hand everything to God and how much sweat we're willing to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so... for all of you who are going to take your o's in time to come, it's more impt to enjoy the process and the experience than to get overly anxious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ALL THE WAY!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-5713770348027469078?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5713770348027469078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=5713770348027469078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5713770348027469078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5713770348027469078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/counting-down.html' title='counting down...'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-5147195185224489214</id><published>2008-10-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:50:14.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s not that easy after all'/><title type='text'>white clouds turned grey by the second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A sudden fear overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My white puffy clouds have started to turn grey as the clock goes on ticking day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I very much want it to be over quickly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but yet on the other hand, the fear of stepping into the examination hall is just too great to&lt;br /&gt;overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm in a dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But i know its a fact that i'll have to step into it after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so... FACE IT BRAVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Easy said than done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Today, while waiting for the english mock exam to begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;all the sec 4s had to wait outside the hall for the teachers who were preparing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Suddenly, that fear hit me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is going to be the exact same thing that is happening in just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ONE WEEK'S TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week?! but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The last time i took a glimpse at the countdown timer, it showed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next look at it and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH NO! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-5147195185224489214?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5147195185224489214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=5147195185224489214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5147195185224489214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/5147195185224489214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/white-clouds-turned-grey-by-second.html' title='white clouds turned grey by the second'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-175496178271439270.post-8571846921959323891</id><published>2008-10-08T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:47:04.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s a whole new process'/><title type='text'>the foremost post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i promise i'll make my blog successful this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for the past few times i've created a blog, i either forgot the password, otherwise, the url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how silly can one ever get? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this time however, i've made it a point to jot it down! if i ever forget again, probably i'll get lazy and never create another account anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so here goes.. from 07 October 2008, jolene will start blogging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;stay tuned! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/175496178271439270-8571846921959323891?l=smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8571846921959323891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=175496178271439270&amp;postID=8571846921959323891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8571846921959323891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/175496178271439270/posts/default/8571846921959323891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithereens-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/foremost-post.html' title='the foremost post!'/><author><name>JOLENE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503660057710885732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
