<?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-184081058421722272</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:12:32.647+08:00</updated><category term='honest thoughts'/><category term='truth'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='image credits to deviantart.'/><category term='cute granda'/><category term='picture credits to HuseyinKaRa'/><category term='credits to ~photoha (deviantart)'/><category term='*Mitaperle at deviantart'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>all of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-4695881923199741795</id><published>2010-05-16T16:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:05:40.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Mitaperle at deviantart'/><title type='text'>i don't need a parachute</title><content type='html'>was listening to parachute by cheryl cole. &lt;div&gt;gonna post the lyrics. love it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S--wFBkarWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DC56n_Mpvog/s1600/parachute_by_Mitaperle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471785672645455202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S--wFBkarWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DC56n_Mpvog/s320/parachute_by_Mitaperle.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Cole - "Parachute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't tell anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Won't tell anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They want to push me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They want to see you fall (down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Won't tell anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Won't tell anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They want to see us fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They want to see us fall (down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't need a parachute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby, if I've got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby, if I've got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a parachute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're gonna catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're gonna catch if I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You are your own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You'll never win the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll hold on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's you and me up against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't fall out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't fall out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll fall into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why i like this song so much is because i believe that most of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we need some form of parachute in our life, like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be religion, our conscience, our friends etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this song, obviously you have to trust your partner alot in order not to need a parachute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acheivable.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-4695881923199741795?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4695881923199741795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-need-parachute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4695881923199741795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4695881923199741795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-need-parachute.html' title='i don&apos;t need a parachute'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S--wFBkarWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DC56n_Mpvog/s72-c/parachute_by_Mitaperle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-8225471407937711315</id><published>2010-05-10T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:30:15.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image credits to deviantart.'/><title type='text'>back after hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S-eTFhRtcYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uKhh0ghxUA8/s1600/dandelions_by_Narcolepcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469501995506037122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S-eTFhRtcYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uKhh0ghxUA8/s320/dandelions_by_Narcolepcia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S-eSxuUvFaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Bs4O9sSQWcI/s1600/dandelions_by_Narcolepcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of dandelions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dandelions (taraxacum officinale) are actually weeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but weeds that are the "official remedy for disorders"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello there. or shd i say ola!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am back after the long hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i wonder if anyone still reads this. HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that doesn't mean that my life has been boring and mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, quite the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these few mths have brought me alot of surprises, joy and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't be talking about them as they are in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mentality now is to look forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, stay tune for further updates.&lt;br /&gt;i promise they'll come more frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i officially break hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you welcome me back with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-8225471407937711315?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8225471407937711315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-after-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8225471407937711315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8225471407937711315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-after-hiatus.html' title='back after hiatus'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/S-eTFhRtcYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uKhh0ghxUA8/s72-c/dandelions_by_Narcolepcia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-3684117672221191309</id><published>2009-12-23T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:07:49.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words.</title><content type='html'>sticks and stones wont break my bones,&lt;div&gt;but words break down my heart completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-3684117672221191309?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3684117672221191309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/12/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3684117672221191309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3684117672221191309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/12/words.html' title='words.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-7483497106067222660</id><published>2009-11-17T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:14:12.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SwJ3CM3AfkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/342JI-Ru1h0/s1600/4937_89876475851_754440851_2081543_5707467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405013382493404738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SwJ3CM3AfkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/342JI-Ru1h0/s200/4937_89876475851_754440851_2081543_5707467_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember i wanted to upload this during the day the sun stood still sermon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so thats for how long i did not update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not that i dont have anything to update about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just that i dont know how to go about posting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sun stood still moment hasn't come yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, it seems as if i'm getting further and further away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one else to take the blame except myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, laugh at myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-7483497106067222660?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7483497106067222660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-i-wanted-to-upload-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7483497106067222660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7483497106067222660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-i-wanted-to-upload-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SwJ3CM3AfkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/342JI-Ru1h0/s72-c/4937_89876475851_754440851_2081543_5707467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-3800478322185557776</id><published>2009-10-31T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:44:15.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens.?</title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you found out things you do not wanna know about.?&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you realise that what is going to happen might not be something that you agree fully with.?&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you wanna help but you dont know how to go about doing so.?&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you're unhappy but you cant say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens.?&lt;br /&gt;when you feel stucked but no one cares.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, eat grass.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna think so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-3800478322185557776?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3800478322185557776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3800478322185557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3800478322185557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happens.html' title='what happens.?'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-4797893886304638645</id><published>2009-10-24T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:48:17.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here, right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SuMQLFSjBnI/AAAAAAAAAao/sEzTQBhEtxU/s1600-h/ef073313865efe65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396174561104561778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SuMQLFSjBnI/AAAAAAAAAao/sEzTQBhEtxU/s200/ef073313865efe65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;this is all that is left.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:31 :&lt;br /&gt;but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.&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/184081058421722272-4797893886304638645?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4797893886304638645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-here-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4797893886304638645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4797893886304638645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here, right now'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SuMQLFSjBnI/AAAAAAAAAao/sEzTQBhEtxU/s72-c/ef073313865efe65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-5806085235792101549</id><published>2009-10-19T09:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:56:22.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits to ~photoha (deviantart)'/><title type='text'>post birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/StvETS_70GI/AAAAAAAAAag/5TRitZAqur8/s1600-h/Dandelion_by_photoha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394120814502858850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/StvETS_70GI/AAAAAAAAAag/5TRitZAqur8/s200/Dandelion_by_photoha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&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;sometimes, i like simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i know i havent been updating for what seems like centuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wonder if anybody still reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day after my birthday, but i really still dont feel 20th. ):&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;and cross your fingers that i'll behave more "adult-ish"&lt;br /&gt;but i guess not since i'm really very selective of who i show my "adult-ish" side to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so be contented with the mella childish side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't one of my best birthdays, in fact, i was quite disappointed at some point.&lt;br /&gt;but on second thoughts, i realised that all this taught me to practice what i preach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is important to look at small joys as well as big joys.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, even i myself kept wanting something BIG and joyous.&lt;br /&gt;well, but i didn't have something BIG but nonetheless, it was joyous.&lt;br /&gt;keeping things simple.&lt;br /&gt;and it helped me to know who really loves me for who i am and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's just saying it w/o meaning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this means alot to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now that i've known,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wont be so nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;since we're all selfish afterall.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, you've had your chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just joking, im not this kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone, have a good day ahead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ecclesiates 11:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young people, it’s wonderful to be young! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do everything you want to do; take it all in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But remember that you must give an account to God for everything you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5806085235792101549?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5806085235792101549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5806085235792101549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5806085235792101549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-birthday.html' title='post birthday'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HWJX07Jv4Po/StvETS_70GI/AAAAAAAAAag/5TRitZAqur8/s72-c/Dandelion_by_photoha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-674656347816160326</id><published>2009-09-22T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:14:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 17:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love prospers when a fault is forgiven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but dwelling on it separates close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bear this in mind and love every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;i shd be studying for my paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagging worry.&lt;br /&gt;im turning 20, oh crap. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SrjNR8EkCdI/AAAAAAAAAaY/56i1Awlft90/s1600-h/In_love_by_angrymouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-674656347816160326?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/674656347816160326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/proverbs-179-love-prospers-when-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/674656347816160326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/674656347816160326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/proverbs-179-love-prospers-when-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-7005502820448129288</id><published>2009-09-20T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:57:30.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture credits to HuseyinKaRa'/><title type='text'>im back, so is blogger. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the one thing i ask, is to be with You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SrWyT5MCNEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9irnM-3HiKk/s1600-h/SWEET_by_HuseyinKaRa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383404984429851714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SrWyT5MCNEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9irnM-3HiKk/s200/SWEET_by_HuseyinKaRa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SrWyT5MCNEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9irnM-3HiKk/s1600-h/SWEET_by_HuseyinKaRa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow. its beeen sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;i am really enjoying myself in school.&lt;br /&gt;studying about psychology, the developmental stage of children.&lt;br /&gt;its really very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;helps me to understand alot of things better too.&lt;br /&gt;i am studying till the 4th dec.&lt;br /&gt;so its like 0900-1630 everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but im really excited for all the modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've change alot over the few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and i know there are ppl who are judging me cos of my changes.&lt;br /&gt;but i really cannot be bothered with this ppl because God will judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday i was reading Proverbs 14.&lt;br /&gt;this was what came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Proverbs 14:13&lt;br /&gt;Laughter can conceal a heavy heart, but when the laughter ends, the grief remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do know its common sense.&lt;br /&gt;but how many of us really understand what this verse means.?&lt;br /&gt;when i read it i was like "wahh, jia lat, thats what i always do, laugh laugh laugh but the pain is still there."&lt;br /&gt;do you know how sad it is to laugh only to snap back into reality with the pain.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it was until this morning that i realise what God was trying to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;that is i can laugh it off, but the grief is there.&lt;br /&gt;i need to let go of the pain, bitterness and let Him take charge of it.&lt;br /&gt;to let go of my heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-7005502820448129288?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7005502820448129288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-so-is-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7005502820448129288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7005502820448129288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-so-is-blogger.html' title='im back, so is blogger. (:'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWJX07Jv4Po/SrWyT5MCNEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9irnM-3HiKk/s72-c/SWEET_by_HuseyinKaRa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184081058421722272.post-712269973437251596</id><published>2009-09-10T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:52:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upstairs, downstairs.</title><content type='html'>Sin is like a staircase that spirals down to a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was stuck in a place, center of a building with only staircases and no lifts.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will not hesistate much to going down instead of UP. haha.&lt;br /&gt;IMO, going down the stairs is always so much easier than going up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;little to no effort needed when you go down, and its so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;but imagine if going down all the wway and you meet a dead end, OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;you gotta climb all the way back up again for the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me right now,&lt;br /&gt;sin is the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;it always seems so easy to stumble into it, and go on doing it&lt;br /&gt;only to draw the same conclusion at the end of the day which is its temporal joy and leads you to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time im stucked, im gonna put in more effort to think about only going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that was a spontaneous thought yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was sinning.&lt;br /&gt;then God straight away put a spiral staircase going downwards image in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i totally got the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was also the day that God use me in a totally dramatic way.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why. i guess He's asking me not to rationalise too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway's sch starting in a week.&lt;br /&gt;everyday, 0900hours-1600hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACIOUS. hope i dont slp in class. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-712269973437251596?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/712269973437251596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/upstairs-downstairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/712269973437251596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/712269973437251596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/upstairs-downstairs.html' title='upstairs, downstairs.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-1072738142045804490</id><published>2009-08-30T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:42:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open my heart.</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;really occupied by work now cos i go find things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;open my heart&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to open my heart.?&lt;br /&gt;how do you open up your heart again amidst disappointments, betrayals and all things that &lt;br /&gt;cause you to have a close heart, a gurded heart, a heart that refuse to share, refuse to melt.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only way is to know that there is a God who loves me unconditionally, who pursues me, who moulds me, who cares for me, who helps me piece back together, who is my source of strength, who supports me, who embraces me.&lt;br /&gt;who does every single thing to spur me to let me know He loves me so much, so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;Ezekiel 11:19 [NLT]&lt;br /&gt;'And I will give them singleness of heart and put a new spirit within them. I will take away their stony, stubborn heart and give them a tender, responsive heart.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us have a RESPONSIVE heart.&lt;br /&gt;i can only say so much, let God touch yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i was feeling lonely again (it always hits at night). ):&lt;br /&gt;then i read Psalms 142&lt;br /&gt;David was in a cave while he wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;IN A CAVE.! can you imagine.? &lt;br /&gt;darkness, solitary, nothing to do, nothing to hold on to, nothing to aim for.&lt;br /&gt;EXACT FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;Psalms 142:4-5&lt;br /&gt;'I look for someone to come and help me, but no one gives me a passing thought!&lt;br /&gt;No one will help me; no one cares a bit what happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray to you, O Lord. I say, “You are my place of refuge.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I really want in life.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at that point i was "own" by God.&lt;br /&gt;He knows how i feel, without me saying.&lt;br /&gt;and He shows clearly exactly what i gotta and need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this season,&lt;br /&gt;God keeps showing me the similarities between King David and I.&lt;br /&gt;and i am astounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i want to be closer to You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-1072738142045804490?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1072738142045804490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1072738142045804490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1072738142045804490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-my-heart.html' title='open my heart.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-4592501817967013301</id><published>2009-08-24T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:25:24.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>iSLOGAN</title><content type='html'>grins.&lt;br /&gt;i took this from wei shun's blog.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna generate 16 slogans bout mellllla.! (:&lt;br /&gt;so fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you say to yourself every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mella comes to those who wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want other people to say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We're with the Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mella not included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you answer a booty call?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and all because the lady loves Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Designed for Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Challenge Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There's only one Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Make the most of Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're failing a subject, you say...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Monsieur, with this Mella you are really spoiling us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; For the Mella you dont't yet know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 151 countries, One Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone told you you're an asshole, you tell them...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Everyone's favourite Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the best words to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We all adore a Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm cuckoo for Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last words before you die...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Everything we do is driven for Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your message to a special someone...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We're with the Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;heart of my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-4592501817967013301?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4592501817967013301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/islogan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4592501817967013301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4592501817967013301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/islogan.html' title='iSLOGAN'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-4999877492730967083</id><published>2009-08-23T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:11:41.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>wow. a week just flew by me.&lt;br /&gt;im really kinda busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;but its good.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, im reading up alot.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to dekguan. (:&lt;br /&gt;he has really lots of good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another 2 more weeks in school b4 i go to NIE.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna seize every opportunity that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still at the same platform, same stage.&lt;br /&gt;God is saying the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;though it changes by a little, it revolves around Him wanting to get close to me.&lt;br /&gt;its been long enuogh for me to learn that there is no and will not be any substitute for God&lt;br /&gt;and for who He is and what He will do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am still kinda quiet.&lt;br /&gt;it was like yesterday's sermon.&lt;br /&gt;dry bones, dead end.&lt;br /&gt;i just wait and let God do something first.&lt;br /&gt;but God has already done but i am still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really thankful for all the experiences that i've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that everyone will be strong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh as a footnote, i really feel like shifting from blogger.&lt;br /&gt;the html is acting up like crap.&lt;br /&gt;lol. but if i moved, alan will be like "MELLA YOU MOVE BLOGS 5 TIMES A YEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-4999877492730967083?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4999877492730967083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/lingering-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4999877492730967083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4999877492730967083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/lingering-absence.html' title='-'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-2868655695211438717</id><published>2009-08-16T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:31:36.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest thoughts'/><title type='text'>Psalms 125:4</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;Psalms 125:4&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, do good to those who are good&lt;br /&gt;whose hearts are in tune with You.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;i&gt;A Gentle Thunder&lt;/i&gt; by Max Lucado now.&lt;br /&gt;God has been telling me the same thing for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;regarding His pursuit for me, despite my nonchalance, my ignorance, my unwillingness due to disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;He urges me gently, telling me what He is doing and encouraging me to respond.&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to react, nor act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might be thinking how annoying can I get.&lt;br /&gt;God speaks to you and you dont want to respond.?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is really not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;He knows what's going on but He wants to hear me say it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to admit it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;that is something that i can't bring myself to do.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me when even i myself dont know.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps today, tmr.?&lt;br /&gt;but i know one day i will, but i dont know if it will be in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;i&gt;how do you get better if you've had the best.?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-2868655695211438717?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2868655695211438717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/psalms-1254.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/2868655695211438717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/2868655695211438717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/psalms-1254.html' title='Psalms 125:4'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5856487946931954440</id><published>2009-08-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:08:53.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;br /&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;I picked the ripest one&lt;br /&gt;and I've still got the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there.!&lt;br /&gt;sorry, will update less often cos my laptop is out.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, im more occupied with work now.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really like to say much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i feel stripped away.&lt;br /&gt;be back when there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You said move on, where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5856487946931954440?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5856487946931954440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5856487946931954440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5856487946931954440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5962649354279390867</id><published>2009-08-10T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:45:49.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afterthoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;by the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened,&lt;br /&gt;the wounds of the heart are already too deep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5962649354279390867?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5962649354279390867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/afterthoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5962649354279390867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5962649354279390867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/afterthoughts.html' title='afterthoughts'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-534281538775956795</id><published>2009-08-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:22:19.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i dont need you to question what i do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turmoil of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;ada, you're so right when you said the song is so mella. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intiative, cannot always only be taken by one person.&lt;br /&gt;just as much as i want to know about you but you, forever remaining passive&lt;br /&gt;will only caused me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;even though im always the one to take the initiative, i do get tired.&lt;br /&gt;dont harden you heart towards me, i am not someone who would let you down.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i am doing certain things is to prevent the flame to rekindle before the time is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-534281538775956795?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/534281538775956795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/534281538775956795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/534281538775956795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hush.html' title='hush.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-58514489069049189</id><published>2009-08-04T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:51:53.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image credits to deviantart.'/><title type='text'>dandelion;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f211/mellarawks/sunset_by_onlyphoto.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;i&gt;dandelion promise&lt;/i&gt;; 蒲公英的约定&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hard to upload photos nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;must use html code.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with blogger.? ARGH. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha, happy birthday ana. (:&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have a plesant surprise and awesome celebration. (: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of work.&lt;br /&gt;how was it.? unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;in wad way.? ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;tired. tired. tired.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon, Zak and the rest who are looking for me&lt;br /&gt;i think its my turn to MIA soooon.&lt;br /&gt;please please,&lt;br /&gt;TEXT ME, i got unlimited sms.&lt;br /&gt;i will reply you faster.&lt;br /&gt;SO TEXT ME. thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起长大的约定　&lt;br /&gt;那样真心　&lt;br /&gt;与你聊不完的曾经&lt;br /&gt;而我已经分不清　&lt;br /&gt;你是友情还是错过的爱情 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss you every single moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-58514489069049189?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/58514489069049189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/deafening-thoughts-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/58514489069049189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/58514489069049189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/08/deafening-thoughts-in-mind.html' title='dandelion;'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6468454489786191415</id><published>2009-07-31T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:01:36.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent nights and solitary days.</title><content type='html'>look at the title.&lt;br /&gt;man, i cannot agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was readin Travelling Light by Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;i came upon chapter 13 [silent nights and solitary days, the burden of loneliness]&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time what came into my mind was&lt;br /&gt;"AHA.! thats it. that is so what i am thinking of".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;Psalms 6:6-7 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all this—so tired. &lt;br /&gt;My bed has been floating forty days and nights &lt;br /&gt;On the flood of my tears. &lt;br /&gt;My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. &lt;br /&gt;The sockets of my eyes are black holes; &lt;br /&gt;nearly blind, I squint and grope. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i read this verse, was a super low period in my life.&lt;br /&gt;now i know why God kept spoking to me about King David.&lt;br /&gt;i am so similar to him in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;King David understands loneliness so much more than me.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, he was able to write this sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;Psalms 23:4&lt;br /&gt;You are with me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows that God is with him.&lt;br /&gt;so what more about me.?&lt;br /&gt;after all that He has brought me through, shouldnt i know too.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that,&lt;br /&gt;im willing to settle down with the fact that this season of solitude may be&lt;br /&gt;God's way of getting my attention.&lt;br /&gt;after all, i've been distracted too many times and for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message is so clear to me now.&lt;br /&gt;the question now is whether if i will accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;pip pip love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6468454489786191415?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6468454489786191415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-nights-and-solitary-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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color=black&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 115:11&lt;br /&gt;All you who fear the Lord, trust the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;He is your helper and your shield.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im seeking solace and comfort. &lt;br /&gt;im still recovering.&lt;br /&gt;finally last night i had a sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;think i was too tire out by ada. *grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i can't slp properly is because&lt;br /&gt;i spend my nights thinking bout the changes in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;because i wasn't able to adapt to it in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i have to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;to start adapting to it, cos you're moving on.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stay here and stare at your back right.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grow closer to God,&lt;br /&gt;i began to understand better why i went through all of this.&lt;br /&gt;and for all the tears that i've shed.&lt;br /&gt;because of the sentence &lt;i&gt;'break my heart for what breaks Yours'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really had my heart broken before.&lt;br /&gt;and this time its drastically broken and im doing all i can to put it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because of that sentence,&lt;br /&gt;i realised what God has given me was so much, so much more.&lt;br /&gt;and how i reciprocated was not even deserving of what He has given.&lt;br /&gt;i see it now, what i should do. and i am trying to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to have anymore gaps or cracks in our relationship &lt;br /&gt;because its hurting the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;this is a season of seperation, for both our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;you and i both know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-81786531285271187?l=allherdays.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-184081058421722272.post-8286408172270345991</id><published>2009-07-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:44:47.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, finally blogger is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day of talking with ada at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;and we are now both red chilli lobsters.?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;because what i see is not what you see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-8286408172270345991?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8286408172270345991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-finally-blogger-is-back-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8286408172270345991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8286408172270345991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-finally-blogger-is-back-to-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-1417679660348837110</id><published>2009-07-28T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:17:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, &lt;i&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;take my heart and throw it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressed for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking how to approach, to reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to settle things, to patch up the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always doing so much while one sits by and observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonchalant, im frustrated, desperate to fixed things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the answer is no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ar, tiew lei. i am such an asshole.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-1417679660348837110?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1417679660348837110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-bloody-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1417679660348837110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1417679660348837110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-7466980735660165220</id><published>2009-07-27T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:18:49.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute granda'/><title type='text'>upppppp.!</title><content type='html'>guess what's the next movie i wanna watch.?&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/U/Up_Pixar/movie_posters/Up%20movie%20poster%20Carl.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;SOOOO ANTICIPATING LA.!&lt;br&gt;anybody wanna ask me to watch.?&lt;br&gt;i half daay on 7th aug.!&lt;br&gt;teehee&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;gonna make my PS card and have my medical checkup today&lt;br&gt;hopefully, all is well&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;meanwhile, about last week&lt;br&gt;what happened was God spoke to me about King David 4 times using the same story but all different msgs&lt;br&gt;so ya, im still deciphering it.&lt;br&gt;thats briefly what happened&lt;br&gt;will say more when i have the chance&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-7466980735660165220?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7466980735660165220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/upppppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7466980735660165220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7466980735660165220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/upppppp.html' title='upppppp.!'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-7193965635849218051</id><published>2009-07-25T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:25:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unrequited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A mighty pain to love it is,&lt;br&gt;And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;&lt;br&gt;But of all pains, the greatest pain&lt;br&gt;It is to love, but love in vain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Abraham Cowley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;need i say more.?&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i spent time reading through all that you've typed and written&lt;br&gt;spent time thinking bout all that you've spoken&lt;br&gt;how to forget when it's not supposed to be forgotten.?&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;its a good week.&lt;br&gt;will update more about it when im ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-7193965635849218051?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7193965635849218051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/unrequited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7193965635849218051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7193965635849218051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/unrequited.html' title='unrequited.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6753680172595101244</id><published>2009-07-22T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:09:44.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo, today was a simple day out with adada to IKEA. &lt;BR&gt;well, we ate quite alot&lt;br&gt; especially adada&lt;br&gt;well, cant deny her fetish for swedish meatballs is as much as what jolene has for chocolates&lt;br&gt; just a simple day yet it has lotsa joy in it&lt;br&gt; maybe because i've learnt how to reallly be appreciative of things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm picking up the pieces&lt;br&gt;spending all of these years&lt;br&gt;putting my heart back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;u&gt;together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6753680172595101244?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6753680172595101244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-today-was-simple-day-out-with-adada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6753680172595101244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6753680172595101244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-today-was-simple-day-out-with-adada.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-3036515117317678143</id><published>2009-07-21T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:20:34.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>love seeds; sowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f211/mellarawks/Red_seeds_by_just_juls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;let go&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;sweetheart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;yay, the fever finally subsided.&lt;br&gt;this morning they called me for relief teaching but i didn't go.&lt;br&gt;dont wanna spread my cough and flu to the kids.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;then just now i saw Straits Times headlines saying that those with flu are more prone to get H1N1&lt;br&gt;yipeedo.?&lt;br&gt;keep sleeping the whole day&lt;br&gt;i feel like a human pig&lt;br&gt;no appetite too with this blocked nose&lt;br&gt;i really wanna eat banditto&lt;br&gt;sherman's having sch holiday today, he's going out later&lt;br&gt;i have nth to do other than giving tuition&lt;br&gt;there's still tmr.! (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's nothing in your heart left to follow,&lt;br&gt;nothing in your soul left to stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;so what am i holding on to.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-3036515117317678143?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3036515117317678143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/imghttpi48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3036515117317678143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3036515117317678143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/imghttpi48.html' title='love seeds; sowed'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6410782626141099380</id><published>2009-07-20T21:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:27:20.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>closure; nowhere near.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;now that its all said and done&lt;br&gt;i cant believe you were the one&lt;br&gt;to build me up&lt;br&gt;and tear me down&lt;br&gt;like an old abandoned house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you said when you left&lt;br&gt;just left me cold and out of breath&lt;br&gt;i fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br&gt;guess i let you get the best of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6410782626141099380?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6410782626141099380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-seeds-sowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6410782626141099380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6410782626141099380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-seeds-sowed.html' title='closure; nowhere near.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-7681089782328377170</id><published>2009-07-19T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:53:07.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss banditto!</title><content type='html'>what do i miss.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my non-bleeding toe (yes, its bleeding!)&lt;br /&gt;i miss my normal nose (yes, its running)&lt;br /&gt;i miss a happy and contented day spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss having a really close friend.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the caring person under my block.&lt;br /&gt;i miss falling asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, simple and quiet day today.&lt;br /&gt;whole day watching HP(Goblet of Fire) and HK drama.&lt;br /&gt;shuffling between 2 rooms was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;dint speak much, dint eat much either.&lt;br /&gt;since im sick, i've lost appetite.&lt;br /&gt;im sure i will drop another few kg.&lt;br /&gt;good then, i'll be skinnier. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sometimes i really think that im alright.&lt;br /&gt;but somedays its just really different.&lt;br /&gt;ah, there's only so much i can do right.? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, pip pip. nighty nights.!&lt;br /&gt;as jolene says, got flu must slp earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope i can slp though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, most importantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-7681089782328377170?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7681089782328377170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-banditto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7681089782328377170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/7681089782328377170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-banditto.html' title='i miss banditto!'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5916286240483051166</id><published>2009-07-18T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:35:42.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that my sickness sets in after 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;since service, i have a headache, a block nose and a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;last night, i had a running nose, headache and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate throbbing headaches.&lt;br /&gt;i nv had headaches before until when i was 19.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. please dont be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, service today feels very different.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i felt that PD did not have the chance to say what he want to.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is another day at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5916286240483051166?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5916286240483051166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5916286240483051166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5916286240483051166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-3372091218474584243</id><published>2009-07-18T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:17:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. HPHBP was good good.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, better than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;certain parts different from the book.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, captured essential points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short update,&lt;br /&gt;sch reporting date change to 3rd Aug.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, another 2 weeks of hols.&lt;br /&gt;anybody wannnna ask me out.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i know im falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot afford to.&lt;br /&gt;i have church, cg and btt tmr.&lt;br /&gt;please, pray for me to get well after a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;provided I GET SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finish wrapping the present except for one.&lt;br /&gt;feel like a paper shredder but was quite fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;shd i wrap the present now or tmr.?&lt;br /&gt;argh, dying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling terrible physically and bit emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;other than that im alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;firefly, come back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-3372091218474584243?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3372091218474584243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3372091218474584243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3372091218474584243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-1484637227247212195</id><published>2009-07-17T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:01:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'I'll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you come looking for me, you'll find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll make sure you won't be disappointed. I'll turn things around for you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this promise is really assuring.&lt;br /&gt;especially since i cant sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i woke up in tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;it cant go on like this, im starting work soon. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-1484637227247212195?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1484637227247212195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/jeremiah-2911-13-ill-show-up-and-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1484637227247212195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/1484637227247212195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/jeremiah-2911-13-ill-show-up-and-take.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5635748533460502205</id><published>2009-07-16T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:06:31.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complaining mella.</title><content type='html'>i complained just now, in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God, if you see my weaknesses then why didn't you help me.!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well, it was a demand and a "how could you do this" kinda expression.&lt;br /&gt;if you are wondering what was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;all i got was silence.&lt;br /&gt;and then, the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What makes you think I am not doing anything?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, totallly blew my head off.&lt;br /&gt;i surrender. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me to let my world revolve around You and not you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i still feel you everywhere, eveyr single moment in me and with me, i miss you so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, ended up dk was too restless to go.&lt;br /&gt;went on my own and i bought presents.! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5635748533460502205?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5635748533460502205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/complaining-mella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5635748533460502205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5635748533460502205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/complaining-mella.html' title='complaining mella.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-4550269840068705176</id><published>2009-07-16T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:33:25.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness is a gift;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;today is an &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/strong&gt; boring day.&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to stay home to show that i am a good girl. (teehee)&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont wanna be going out everyday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;so guess what i did today..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;when i woke up this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;i had an unplesant shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;that i kept squirming in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;i really wanted to explain and defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;but i dont want you to think that i've jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;actually if i wanted to use a substitute, it would be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;but i dont want and i cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;thats why i insist, this time its different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;it is special and it means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;especially with relentless praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;but it hurts so much to know that it is only one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;not like others, its two sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;im pathethic sometimes. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i plucked spinach, mopped the floor, read 8 chapters of HP(again).!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya, and cooked soup.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a reason why i like to go out is becuase&lt;br /&gt;1. i wont dwell in loneliness and keep pondering about it&lt;br /&gt;2. i wont die of boredom&lt;br /&gt;3. i can catch up with friends!&lt;br /&gt;4. work starts next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not to go out today,&lt;br /&gt;cos my next week schedule is really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;every night also go home late.&lt;br /&gt;i havent tell my dad yet.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so many updates.&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;wait till work start. im sure it'll be like one post a week.&lt;br /&gt;so ppl reading, you ppl better&lt;strong&gt; appreciate &lt;/strong&gt;this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im going to gek poh later to continue sourcing for presents.&lt;br /&gt;i know, some ppl must be wondering.&lt;br /&gt;where in the world and what on earth is gek poh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it is a neighbourhood mall.&lt;br /&gt;and dk is accompanying me since we both stay so near gek poh. HAAS.&lt;br /&gt;although i think he still wants to go vivo. &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;把爱收进胸前左边口袋&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;最后的疼爱是手放开&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-4550269840068705176?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4550269840068705176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/loneliness-so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4550269840068705176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/4550269840068705176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/loneliness-so-what.html' title='loneliness is a gift;'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6784459349115135391</id><published>2009-07-15T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:50:24.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拿得起 放得下</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;shosho mella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really interesting for me to do the spiritual gift test yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;to really embrace my spiritual gifts.&lt;br /&gt;something i know that is there, but because of my &lt;em&gt;failure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretend that it wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;such a stupid thing to bluff myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to be honest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think i do bluff myself quite alot of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;int the bid of an attempt to "escape".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but ya la, i have to face it at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the best example is talking bout letting go,&lt;br /&gt;i always believe that if i am prepared to let go then i will accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but surprisingly, this principle is not working for me this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on second thoughts, im sure there is more than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;i will think that i've let go.&lt;br /&gt;but when the night sinks in,&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;but i get by i guess.&lt;br /&gt;just hope the eyebags wont build up.&lt;br /&gt;(its a lie, it has already BUILT up. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've successfully shifted my focus to God.&lt;br /&gt;but im still in the midst of drawing nearer.&lt;br /&gt;here are a couple of things i gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. be thankful; even to the smallest details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. pray more; every itty bitty stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. if i need to pass a msg, pass the ENTIRE msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, this it is.&lt;br /&gt;but its more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;being thankful is really something that i am not good in doing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to think alot.&lt;br /&gt;but this time its not bout me.&lt;br /&gt;its about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles, gonna call ada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6784459349115135391?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6784459349115135391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6784459349115135391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6784459349115135391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html' title='拿得起 放得下'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6723208464182039173</id><published>2009-07-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:07:07.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;letting you go is difficult.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;letting you go is letting you live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6723208464182039173?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6723208464182039173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-you-go-is-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6723208464182039173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6723208464182039173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-you-go-is-difficult.html' title='letting go;'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-628840404564483031</id><published>2009-07-13T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:37:26.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no no no surprise.</title><content type='html'>yay, i had a simple yet good good day today.&lt;br /&gt;talked to ada and she laughed AT MY STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i laughed at her too. :P&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for wednesday. HEEEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jolene says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to die already lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE.! cannnot.!&lt;br /&gt;IT IS TOOOOO EARLY.!&lt;br /&gt;we havent compose our own songs and visit many many places yet.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a note, just completed my supplementary form.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO THANKFUL THAT JULIE HELPS ME PRINT.&lt;br /&gt;if not i will die from spasm on the floor tmr at the complex.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me tmr to not have a nervous wreck and tear my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be still, mella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-628840404564483031?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/628840404564483031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-no-no-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/628840404564483031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/628840404564483031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-no-no-surprise.html' title='no no no surprise.'/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5108197299306240698</id><published>2009-07-13T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:36:12.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing to do in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i went to read julie's blog all the way back to OCTOBER'08.&lt;br /&gt;julie, please dont think im a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;and i kope this quiz-zy stuff from you.&lt;br /&gt;im too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Last person you shared food with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chilli crab with aunt and uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whirl of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everyone, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FBT shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Do you love the last person that called you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm, it was an appointed formalities officer. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Could you date someone taller than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I have to, I'm pretty short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Do you need to say anything to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Help me, WHAT TO DO TMR.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Do you think before you speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.What’s the last thing that made you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. Do you wear glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I canont be bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12.What does your number 1 call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He calls me princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13.What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14.Do you straighten your hair often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Define often.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15.Who was the last person you saw in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16.How are you feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PANICKY and worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17.Is there something you're not looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18.Do you think boys truly understand girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It depends, it dies to a certain extend. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19.Choose: bonfire on a beach or clubbing in the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not a night person, and I absolutely hate clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20.Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21.Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will think that person is CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22.Are you usually wide awake in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;23.What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ICE AGE 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24.Ever been lied to by someone you thought would never lie to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who doesn't lie.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25.Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26.Do you like hugs and kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27.When's the last time you laughed really hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HMMM. yesterday night cos of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28.What's the first thing that pops into your head when you think of last summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29.Give me lyrics from the song you're listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Julie's blogsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30.What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Water Chestnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31.Who was your last text from &amp;amp; what did it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Evon: 'i wanna watch ice age'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32.Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33.How about the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34.Are you a fast typer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IMO, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35.How do you dot your i's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I draw a circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;36.What do you think of people who show off about their handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They must think its really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37.Have you ever laughed at something that wasn't meant to be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38.Do people often mistake you for a different nationality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ya, Jap. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39.Do you tan or burn when in the sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;40.Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It depends on who that someone else is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;41.Do you like sushi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its okay. not very particular bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;42.What food do you find disgusting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anything sticky, slimy or raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;43.What was the weather like on your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was a sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;44.Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, got kissed before though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;45.Are you laid-back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm trying to be. HAHA. im not a laidback person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;46.Do you even know what laid-back means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. IM NOT THAT DUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;47. Does it matter if your bf/gf smokes ciggs ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, im a teeny wee bit prejudice and i believe he/she doesnt want me to ge tling cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;48.Have you had any form of exercise today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No. NOT FOR MELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;49. Do you get the trick in the song "If You Seek Amy" by Britney Spears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, all thanks to sherman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50. Did you know if you eat too many carrots, your skin can turn orange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. Knew that, THAT IS WHY I DONT EAT CARRRROTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;51. What's your favorite colour gummy bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;52.Your favorite thing to drink on a hot summer day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ice lemon tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;53. Are you competitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;54.Who was the last person you sat beside at a restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;55. Is there someone that you believe you will always be attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;56. If you smoke cigarettes, what hand do you usually hold it in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I nv tried. But i guess i'll use the left hand so that I will give up immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;57. What would you do if someone ran at you with a knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dont know, i think my reflex quite slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;58. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bored and worried. (WEIRD COMBINATION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;59. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;60.Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not really into it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;61.Who did you last lay with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pillow, Bolster, Bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;62.Are you afraid of roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm. I WILL SCREAM lorr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;63. What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Getting ready for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;64. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cold wether with sun can.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;65.Have you ever kissed someone in water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;66. Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;67. Do you plan on moving out in the next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;68. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, appointed formalities and DS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;69. How has this week been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The week just started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;70. When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CANNOT REMEMBER. *gasps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;71.How far away is a family member you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a phone call away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;72. Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think so.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;73.First person to speak to you in 09'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;74.Have you accidentally sent a text to the wrong person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ya. That happens quite frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;75.When someone says we need to talk what runs through your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope its something good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;76. How did you do on the last test you took?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got an B+ for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, the long awaited Appoinment Formalities for my AED has finally been set.&lt;br /&gt;It is tmr at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I AM SUPER ANXIOUS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;cos i am worried that it'll be another interview.&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW.! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and im pestering julie bout it. sorry julie. ):&lt;br /&gt;paranoid mella acting up.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT THINKING STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;somebody please send encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5108197299306240698?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5108197299306240698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-nothing-to-do-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5108197299306240698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5108197299306240698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-nothing-to-do-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-8889424664741398528</id><published>2009-07-13T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:09:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never expected someone to be able&lt;br /&gt;to express in words what i feel so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words that i myself cannot express,&lt;br /&gt;that i can only cry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wrote every single word down.&lt;br /&gt;exactly how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;i gasp when i read. i was taken aback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-8889424664741398528?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8889424664741398528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-never-expected-to-be-able-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8889424664741398528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/8889424664741398528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-never-expected-to-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-3348012581691420722</id><published>2009-07-12T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:57:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're all foolishly nice people.&lt;br /&gt;we treat people nicely,&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing the fact that they will take us for granted.&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing that they are the ones who can easily trigger a reaction from us.&lt;br /&gt;but still, we do it.&lt;br /&gt;why, because of love.&lt;br /&gt;that is the difference.&lt;br /&gt;and i no longer mind because God first love me.&lt;br /&gt;so i love every single one of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we should just do that kay.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;secret butt. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-3348012581691420722?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3348012581691420722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-all-foolish-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3348012581691420722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/3348012581691420722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-all-foolish-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-5615868870437479003</id><published>2009-07-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:44:16.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i really cared again.&lt;br /&gt;and this was how i was treated. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-5615868870437479003?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5615868870437479003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-cared-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5615868870437479003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/5615868870437479003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-cared-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-184081058421722272.post-6325031957516657175</id><published>2009-07-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:26:15.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;LINK ME.! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i dint mean to change blogs 4 times a year.!&lt;br /&gt;i dint realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really thank you to wei shun for the photos.!&lt;br /&gt;alot of hard work.! (:&lt;br /&gt;i am really really happy cos i manage to personalise this skin.&lt;br /&gt;(with loads of help from shun!)&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of you here &lt;3 my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this blog, it marks a remakable change of my life.&lt;br /&gt;yes this change has occured quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to open this blog only when&lt;br /&gt;1. the change is really occuring&lt;br /&gt;2. the skin is ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it happened in time (like together!).&lt;br /&gt;so i am really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to using my spiritual gifts for His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you, who noticed my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i heard what you said. (:&lt;br /&gt;just wanna let you know i dint buy it.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt &amp;amp; uncle bought it from HK for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm delighted that you even notice the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that there will be more than this,&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184081058421722272-6325031957516657175?l=allherdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6325031957516657175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6325031957516657175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184081058421722272/posts/default/6325031957516657175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allherdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>mella*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18325319769340701846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
