<?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-876000811402976363</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:21:33.565+08:00</updated><category term='happenings. opinion'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='happenings'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='book review'/><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;LIVE TODAY AS IF THERE'S NO TOMORROW&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>goodbye to the past....&lt;br /&gt;a new adventure to explore...&lt;br /&gt;farewell fellows....&lt;br /&gt;welcome to www.jasuniyears.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-1013744758011116454?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/1013744758011116454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=1013744758011116454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1013744758011116454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1013744758011116454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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around...WAIT A WE WAITNG FOR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's PHOTO SESSION TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300104855087577522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3BSNfRebI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D8EVrWcX9gM/s320/DSC_0536_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHAN FAMILY POTRAIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300104858304565570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3BSZeQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2i82LuxqWZM/s320/DSC_0539_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRANDPARENTS WITH THEIR CHILDREN + IN-LAWS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300105656843665202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3CA4Q0fzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CpIX0IId_9A/s320/DSC_0542_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRANDPARENTS + GRANDCHILDREN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;individual family potrait:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300105658249561122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3CA9gAxCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wcOPHUF6n74/s320/DSC_0563_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300104859290404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3BSdJTiDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HkBTwqBIUVg/s320/DSC_0549_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300105652989686610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3CAp59c1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/z8vYNoU-sX0/s320/DSC_0558_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300108807186869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SY3E4QNK7UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4VFgbznxC0I/s320/DSC_0551_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300104863009911074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8308471064457214623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8308471064457214623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2009/01/create-fake-magazine-covers-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-3813909997792229635</id><published>2009-01-24T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:55:47.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>PCGHS school band reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBHJrxECRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WUw7tzbgj8M/s1600-h/those+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBHJrxECRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WUw7tzbgj8M/s320/those+present.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296311393480608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;At last, pcghs school band reunion dinner was a reality!!! It was successfully organised by Ong Phaik Ching. Althought not an enormous group which turn up and some 'fong fei kei' , we still managed to come up with a total of 20 plus. *clap**clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The good thing is we range from the year 1994 to 2002 , which is the year who enter the school band......*clap**clap* the sad thing is :: i'm the only trumpeter that turn up....*sob**sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite awkward at first...but when it's time for photo session, it became livelier and more happening...lol...guess that's the best about cam whoring....:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'll upload the photo when i get the photos....yeah..that's about it...so long people....till the next blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFhzInDGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XSLmNYsHbeY/s1600-h/brass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFhzInDGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XSLmNYsHbeY/s320/brass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296309608752024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvQ2QzsI/AAAAAAAAANM/FvgDAZCn744/s1600-h/percussionist+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvQ2QzsI/AAAAAAAAANM/FvgDAZCn744/s320/percussionist+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310939578060482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCUSSIONIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIORS::&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvGE16OI/AAAAAAAAANE/ec4BziJblHI/s1600-h/seniors+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvGE16OI/AAAAAAAAANE/ec4BziJblHI/s320/seniors+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310936686422242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvGtbxoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rQF-0FyJNXg/s1600-h/seniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGvGtbxoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rQF-0FyJNXg/s320/seniors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310936856675970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFoYfumWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d2GJqZjRuHE/s1600-h/cheng+su+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFoYfumWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d2GJqZjRuHE/s320/cheng+su+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296309721860315490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENG SU AND ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST: US!!!!!! 2001-2005 pcghs school band member&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFooOO2AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/81Zfh7LZeL4/s1600-h/kuin+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBFooOO2AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/81Zfh7LZeL4/s320/kuin+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296309726081898498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuin and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGR7MxafI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y1Mi6sf1Mfo/s1600-h/our+form.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGR7MxafI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y1Mi6sf1Mfo/s320/our+form.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310435550685682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsien, eileen, me, siewmin and kuin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGR7aoU_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xvJSYeJ7o3E/s1600-h/us+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBGR7aoU_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xvJSYeJ7o3E/s320/us+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310435608810482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-3813909997792229635?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3813909997792229635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=3813909997792229635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3813909997792229635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3813909997792229635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2009/01/pcghs-school-band-reunion-dinner.html' title='PCGHS school band reunion dinner'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SYBHJrxECRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WUw7tzbgj8M/s72-c/those+present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7739150417224536286</id><published>2009-01-23T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:05:22.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>I'm B@ck!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey folks......i'm back!!!! sorry for not writing for so long... was really really busy the past few weeks since my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After coming back to penang and spend time with my Aussie relatives.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) I've been my grandparents personal driver to drive them in and out of the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My grandpa is undergoing chemotherapy. Thus he has to have the treatment fortnightly. But before treatment, he has to see 2 doctors first. And the queue is long and time consuming.I will practically spend my morning and noon and part of evening there.....by the time i'm home...i'll be exhausted...from waiting!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) I've been my mom's personal grocery shopper since she's working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3) I've been tiding my room for 4 days and finally!!! it's done.....yippie....hurray!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YUP...that's what i've been busy doing....now since new year is due in 2 days...there'll definitely be a lot of meeting up and gathering and friends reunion....thus...i hope i'll have happy and good times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;after chinese new year....while...i've to do some serious studying and revising just to refresh my mind and prepare myself for the REAL THING!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;when i enter Monash...i'll be changing to another blogspot.....no worries i'll let you guys know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so till then...i'll be here!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7739150417224536286?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7739150417224536286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7739150417224536286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HONGKONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SHENZHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GUANGZHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GUANGXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MACAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SYDNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and...kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2) outing with friends,family, cousins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3)start med school: met awesome people from STONER5 , INFINITY MILERS, and the INTERNATIONALS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;what 's my new year resolution then?? mm...not gonna start writing lists after lists..i think the main one is ....WORK HARD IN MED SCHOOL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if i've offended you in anyway, please forgive me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if i've made you mad and pissed you off, SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if i've been a graet friend to you, so are you a great friend to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if i've ignored you, neglected me...remember i do remember you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if i've not spend much time being your listener, i'll improve on it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;to my family and friends: thanks for being there for me, adding colours to my life, helping me in very way you can, guiding me in every path you could, i love you guys a lot a lot...and will always remember every single one of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LOT OF LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;jasmine chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-3945403786508193935?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3945403786508193935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=3945403786508193935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3945403786508193935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3945403786508193935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='NEW 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type='text'>FL@SH B@CK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back at good times of mine......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondary school times -- PCGHS school band!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we were under the hot sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we were thought how to march...interpret the formation...read music notes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we were trained to utilise more than 1 senses at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we discussed training session...argued over individual's opinion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we get depressed and frustrated when things don't work the way we plan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times of joy,laughter,sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;times we were working as a team, the feeling of unity, encouraging one another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering medical university, IMU...never did i thought that i would have moments like that again...experiences like that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT who knows.....I FOUND INFINITY MILERS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me the moments i had in school band....but in a different way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;we run together through miles after miles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;we run together despite rain or shine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;we wait for each other despite how long they take or how tired we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;we encouraged each other to finish the race, the journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;'keep going ,keep going..." yes.....we pushed each other beyond our own limits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about the winner or the loser..it's about how we should fight on in life....no matter how long...how far ....how tiring....how uncertain we are......KEEP GOING!!!KEEP EXPLORING!!! KEEP PUSHING THE LIMITS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that in monash sunway...there's a club which is like these 2 above...if not...i'lL make an infinity milers monash version come true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281018654235408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SUnyfGnpuHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_72UciludMQ/s320/all+randomness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019706870704722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SUnzcX_dqlI/AAAAAAAAALE/VQF0MQZaV-I/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/876000811402976363-1153262774911760245?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/1153262774911760245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=1153262774911760245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1153262774911760245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1153262774911760245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/12/flsh-bck.html' title='FL@SH B@CK!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SUnyfGnpuHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_72UciludMQ/s72-c/all+randomness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-1256507967294659730</id><published>2008-12-15T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:12:30.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings. opinion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are surrounded by circles::family, religion, primary school friends, secondary school friends, uni friends,friends that know you well, friends that make you sad,friends that are somewhat distance from you, friends you care for.....the list can go on and on and on and on............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human are selfish mankind. They are self-centered and what's to be the centre of attention. It depends on how we control that level of selfishness which grade us as kind,helpful,normal,terrible,horrible,not helpful......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we conrol our own selfishness is up to us. But we can't control others. We can choose to: bear with it, confront the person, or stay in a far end corner of the circle so that you dun have to communicate so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We has the centre have choices too: think through the advice,make a change or not make a change. Life is full of choices i agree. TOTALLY!!! It's up to us to evaluate ourselves and be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-1256507967294659730?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/1256507967294659730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=1256507967294659730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1256507967294659730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1256507967294659730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-surrounded-by-circlesfamily.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6561882741936857995</id><published>2008-12-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:32:06.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6561882741936857995?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6561882741936857995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6561882741936857995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6561882741936857995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6561882741936857995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-it.html' title='I LOVE IT!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8341880923093341725</id><published>2008-11-26T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:39:44.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>HOLDING YOUR HAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;next time you stumble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;remember that the powerful hand of God is holding your hand and walking you through life—all the way home!  — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Joe Stowell" href="http://www.rbc.org/bible-study/strength-for-the-journey/Joe-Stowell.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Joe Stowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Many things about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don’t seem to understand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But I know who holds tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I know who holds my hand. —Stanphill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8341880923093341725?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml' title='HOLDING YOUR HAND'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8341880923093341725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8341880923093341725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8341880923093341725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8341880923093341725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/11/holding-your-hand.html' title='HOLDING YOUR HAND'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8402143821745683987</id><published>2008-11-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:32:44.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>REALISED......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'WHAT DOESN'T BREAK YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is a quote told by Izzat by someone he forgot. The phase has been stuck in my head......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;My life in IMU is coming to an end in 5-6 weeks time. I really enjoyed my life here.....meeting new people....communicating with them......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've seriously outgrown myself a lot through infinity millers. I used to be( as in i think i not now...) a person who only cares about achieving my goals or target. When i find that caring about people around me or helping them will slows me down.....i'lL just give them up and keep going or pushing myself......But through infinity milers....i get to feel what it's the feeling of those i 'dumped' half way in the journey...... Through running sessions....I was one of the slowest among others......but the people ahead didn't start celebrating their "victory" but instead...the waited for us the...ALL OF US...to reach the end ....then we celebrate TOGETHER!!!! I realised that: they don't have a I, me ,individual in their program or infinity milers dictionary.....it's always a them, group,team....... I was impressed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another significant moment was the gunung air putih hike:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'come on....you can do this'....'keep pushing!!keep pushing'.....'your mind is stronger than your body'......'we're reaching , very very soon, keep going, dun give up.'........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;positive words......motivating .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's like life....especially now....my medical study life......there's time I really wanna just call my mom saying,,,,i wanna quit......really really badly........the stress is too much.......i'm dying.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when moments like this comes now and then......i'lL always flashback on the runs and hike.......I did all this.....without the slightest idea that i actually can........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THESE MOMENTS BECOME THE SOLID PROVE TO ME THAT NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE IF I DARE TO TRY AND PUSH MYSELF HARDER AND HARDER......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8402143821745683987?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8402143821745683987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8402143821745683987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8402143821745683987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8402143821745683987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/11/realised.html' title='REALISED......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7748870527415837144</id><published>2008-11-16T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:45:28.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>NO ONE CAN HATE THIS SONG!!!!!! 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Okie, we planned to go out on the 31st of dec after our summative...we  excluding you ...*jokingly since she forgot about the outing, welL that's what i think ...it's jokingly*&lt;br /&gt;A: fine, i don't wanna go anyway..i've plans for myself.&lt;br /&gt;J....SHOCKED!!!and hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie..it is typicalLy a girl thing to feel sad about stuff like this?? or it is J feeling too sensitive herself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It realLy keep me wondering what's wrong...........is it me?? the problem maker?? first qian then now this......I really don't now......i'm lost and confused......or am i just over-reacting??&lt;br /&gt;I felt down the whole day......first i don't believe in being able to get a best friend, then i gradually kinda accept this statement.....but now......I'm lost and confused.......Am i expecting too much for friends?? Or friends do throw tantrums at friends when they are moody...and as friends...we should accept it cos they are moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko:: 2nd incident that made me agree deeper on what you said......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-1679450787613206260?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/1679450787613206260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=1679450787613206260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1679450787613206260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/1679450787613206260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-to-personal-negative-emotions.html' title='LOST TO PERSONAL NEGATIVE EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-3053295585495893117</id><published>2008-10-22T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:19:09.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings. opinion'/><title type='text'>3 Cs</title><content type='html'>3 C:: no Complaining....no Comparing...no Competing with others......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 3 Cs set by infinity milers as what they seniors believe it's the right attitude......&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to compare, compete with others......ok fine...I TEND TO DO THAT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tend to compete with friends......she stays awake on study till wee hours...but i don't ....i'll sure lose out..ok ok..i must start doign the some thing......&lt;br /&gt;Wah....she sleeps so much and can get an A but I study so much only get a A-......&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like this often happens to everyone....even to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..i should start studying for myself...compete against myself...push myself to meet my goals...it's easy to say...but it's hard to actually do it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! my next goal::: PRACTISE THE 3 Cs......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-3053295585495893117?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3053295585495893117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=3053295585495893117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3053295585495893117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3053295585495893117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-cs.html' title='3 Cs'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8125423726817603039</id><published>2008-10-22T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:13:01.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>On His Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then Jesus told them this parable:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Suppose one of you has 100 sheep and loses on of them. Does he not leave the 99 in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he find it? And when he find it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbours together and says, ' Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over 99 righteous person who do not need to repent......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LUKE 15:3-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ask the Savior to help you,Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;He is willing to aid you—He will carry you through. —Palmer&lt;br /&gt;The God who holds the universe is the God who is holding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8125423726817603039?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml' title='On His Shoulder'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8125423726817603039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8125423726817603039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8125423726817603039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8125423726817603039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-his-shoulder.html' title='On His Shoulder'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7138152451646821106</id><published>2008-10-21T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:03:15.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>GOD's LOVE STORY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>GOD LOVE US FOR WHO WE ARE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST IN HIM ALWAYS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7138152451646821106?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml' title='GOD&apos;s LOVE STORY!!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7138152451646821106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7138152451646821106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7138152451646821106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7138152451646821106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/gods-love-story.html' title='GOD&apos;s LOVE STORY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6895333886858047191</id><published>2008-10-20T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:32:03.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Where's my motivation??? What's my future like???</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed off with myself....I'm getting lazier and lazier.........I can sit in front of my notes looking at them...reading them...but minimum amount wilL enter my head.....WHERE"S MY MOTIVATION?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really really tired pursuing it.....and it's just the starting point!!!! Am i pushing myself too hard??? What should i do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play too much...don't go out to much......yes yes yes...i don't....i just day-dream at home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY FREAKING MOTIVATION???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6895333886858047191?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6895333886858047191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6895333886858047191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6895333886858047191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6895333886858047191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-my-motivation-whats-my-future.html' title='Where&apos;s my motivation??? What&apos;s my future like???'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-9169083823877660616</id><published>2008-10-18T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:13:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, everyone can make a difference...YOU AND ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Believe in it.....&lt;br /&gt;No matter if it is big or small...&lt;br /&gt;If it is an invention , a breakthrough...&lt;br /&gt;Or just a reminder....a smile....&lt;br /&gt;IT CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-9169083823877660616?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/9169083823877660616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=9169083823877660616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/9169083823877660616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/9169083823877660616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-can-make-difference.html' title='EVERYONE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-798711108061001801</id><published>2008-10-14T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:33:22.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>silent kills......</title><content type='html'>okie....things started smoothly and because of a big big thunder storm....now things died out......&lt;br /&gt;Due to my last anger, now she leaves the house as early as 7.15am,and only returns at about 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;Today she managed to get a guy for the internet thingy. Not sure it went well or not......but what i'm certain off is she's not sharing the net anymore (i guess...) so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird staying together and not communicating as in the daily routine talks( of course the major must talks are still going on...) But yeah..lack of the warmness between us... But who can i blame?? as I'm the one who started it and pratically cause this to happen...&lt;br /&gt;Why to I care so much about this?? yeah...why do I?? Before I wrote the first one, of course i knew things like this might happen...obivously...yeah..so what am I sad about or concern about??&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to just hit the books......do what a med student should do......and forget about the others......Guess things will never be the same again after all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s::KOKO, it's really true......BLOOD IS THICKER THAN H2O...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-798711108061001801?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/798711108061001801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=798711108061001801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/798711108061001801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/798711108061001801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/silent-kills.html' title='silent kills......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-4326639051084025909</id><published>2008-10-11T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:33:40.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>GOSH!!!! I"M gonna EXPLODE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey friend,&lt;br /&gt;I sorry to say but i can't really tolerate your attitude anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You really need such a long time to look for a wireless router??? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THE WHOLE RAYA HOLS????&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll handle it..and hello....it has been more than a month since i got the maxis broadband...you wanna share...fine...LOOK FOR THE WIRELESS ROUTER&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked you why you didn't look for it during raya...i espect a better reasonable answer than just I DIDN't GO OUT THE WHOLE HOLS!!!! eish eish eish...WTF!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you use the net...all you do is msn, check other people blogs and check on the online boutiques....songs..friendsters....elo do your PBL!!!!AIR TOPIC!!! or whatever research you want to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I need to do the PBL research...it's not that easy to find info kk??&lt;br /&gt;so when you have the net thingy..USE IT WISELY.....you are not the only one who needs to do the PBL....3 of us are sharing the stupid thingy!!!SO please..BE CONSIDERATE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!! and....can you be faster in the morning....we are always late late late...even when we are late..you seems to care....you don't try to speed up your pace......you walk as if the whole world should wait for you....&lt;br /&gt;I know i can just speed up and leave you to go alone...but we have to cooperate for another 3 months...i really feel like screaming to you.....I REALLY DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;eish eish eish.,,...&lt;br /&gt;please......try to change!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOd, i know i should be patient and accept individual's uniqueness but...God,i can't tolerate her anymore....PLEASE HELP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-4326639051084025909?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/4326639051084025909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=4326639051084025909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/4326639051084025909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/4326639051084025909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-im-gonna-explode.html' title='GOSH!!!! I&quot;M gonna EXPLODE!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-3776438598409695715</id><published>2008-10-08T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:38:03.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>restlessness......</title><content type='html'>Back to kl after 1 week raya......&lt;br /&gt;Back to books books and more lectures lectures......&lt;br /&gt;Attended first sign language lesson......&lt;br /&gt;A friend's dad's friend passed away today.... cancer......&lt;br /&gt;A friend is having a dilemma whether to accept the guy or talk him into just be best friends......&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not in the mood to study......lagging the whole day......&lt;br /&gt;A friend skipped bahasa......dance practise......just feels tired......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of actions...slow...fast...moderate....no matter what you are doing....time flies...time ticked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired...of what?? i don't know....okie maybe i do.....&lt;br /&gt;tired of reading reading and reading......&lt;br /&gt;tired of studying studying studying......&lt;br /&gt;tired of understanding understanding understanding.....&lt;br /&gt;tired of concentrating concentrating concentrating......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like escaping from all the actions...&lt;br /&gt;go somewhere with slow slow slow pace or even better static view...just enjoy the breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I pressuring myself too much?? unknown mistery.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-3776438598409695715?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3776438598409695715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=3776438598409695715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3776438598409695715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3776438598409695715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/restlessness.html' title='restlessness......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8338864270194424334</id><published>2008-10-03T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:23:46.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>i love it...</title><content type='html'>downloaded a program call hallmark smilebox...&lt;br /&gt;I get to make slide shows....photo album with it.....it's so cool...&lt;br /&gt;this is what i did::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e44677a4f4449784e673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Australia trip '07" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e44677a4f4449784e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e44677a4f444d304d513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play koko's convocation" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e44677a4f444d304d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e44677a4f4455784e513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play china trip '08" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e44677a4f4455784e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8338864270194424334?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8338864270194424334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8338864270194424334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8338864270194424334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8338864270194424334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-it.html' title='i love it...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-2885283067072060687</id><published>2008-10-03T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:30:57.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK HOLS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SOWRvPuM4OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KkyVj-JRU8g/s1600-h/complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252764781257744610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SOWRvPuM4OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KkyVj-JRU8g/s320/complete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SOWRvJGHCdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BqJ-1l6u0SM/s1600-h/kl+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252764779478976978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SOWRvJGHCdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BqJ-1l6u0SM/s320/kl+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie.....my one week holiday is coming to an end....eish eish eish....now let me recall what have i done....mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my major failure is studying.....which i don't know why i made it a target anyway.....LOL...but yeah....i did no studies or what-so-ever concerning to it....eish eish eish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one week i had 3 gatherings::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) shopping day with allove...yes only the 2 of us....somehow we don't need a 3rd or 4th party to make us happy....we have each other....yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)ex-band members...most of us turned up...and the same old people missed out...(haiz.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)hui ping , sabien, chendy, me and teacher chung wei peng.....gaik lian dumped us as her friends of johor came....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip home...i get to really talk to my friends especially my close friends....getting to know about their life...their problems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I have them in my life....they shaped me to be better, stronger.....person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/876000811402976363-2885283067072060687?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/2885283067072060687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=2885283067072060687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2885283067072060687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2885283067072060687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-week-hols.html' title='ONE WEEK HOLS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SOWRvPuM4OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KkyVj-JRU8g/s72-c/complete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-847463883111911198</id><published>2008-10-01T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:07:16.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings. opinion'/><title type='text'>conclusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After dicussing with a friend.....conclusion which i came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can have 12 different personality while talking to 12 different people...&lt;br /&gt;She can have very distinct personality everytime...&lt;br /&gt;Which is her....the real her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...her ability to mould is better than water...i think she feels happy this way.....or maybe this is her way of communicating with others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to understand it though i may not accept it......cos i don't wanna lose a friend like her....&lt;br /&gt;Although we knew each other for more than 10 years, we were once close friends....but now we are very very normal friends with nothing in common at all......maybe one or 2...that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i have to learn to accpet people for the way they are and the way they choose to be...&lt;br /&gt;2nd mission!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-847463883111911198?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/847463883111911198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=847463883111911198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/847463883111911198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/847463883111911198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/conclusion.html' title='conclusion...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-2414818853509867548</id><published>2008-10-01T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:07:03.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you feels like ripping the mask off everyone's face???&lt;br /&gt;are you sure you are not wearing one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming rigt at her face........take you mask out first....in order for you to really get tot know others.....but what....am i wearing a mask too??? am i am i??? gosh.....it is gettting into me...&lt;br /&gt;eish eish eish.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-2414818853509867548?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/2414818853509867548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=2414818853509867548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2414818853509867548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2414818853509867548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-feels-like-ripping-mask-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6004354663022877162</id><published>2008-09-29T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:07:53.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Does friendship really last??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can friendship really last?? from primary school..secondary school...college....university....can it really last??? Is it up to us to control it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship will slip when either one party does not try to mantain it......&lt;br /&gt;Friendship will slip when either one party don't try to keep in touch...&lt;br /&gt;Friendship will slip when either one party take up the i don't care mode...&lt;br /&gt;Friendship will slip when either party start hiding personal life from the other party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus....all depend on both parties...not one...but both.....&lt;br /&gt;It does not depends on how long you know the person....how long you two talk on the phone....how often you go out together....how often you see each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on can you trust that person to share your sorrows...your laughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6004354663022877162?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6004354663022877162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6004354663022877162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6004354663022877162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6004354663022877162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-friendship-really-last.html' title='Does friendship really last??'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-394983017703462916</id><published>2008-09-24T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:38:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUALLY LAGGING......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hi folks....jasmine chan is currently gradually lagging ....into boredom....ZzzZzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology is eating me inside out and outside in ( if you guys know what it means)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brain's capacity must increase drastically to fit in ALL...and mind must be always in a clear state to absorb ALL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not a boring as I thought......but a lot of things are thought in each lecturer...as in BIG BULK&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;thus jasmine chan!!! dun lag dee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway despite all the things to do....we still have time for fun!!! LOL.......super duper mini fashion show from amrita and me...at home..(duh!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249256850121059202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SNkbSx5Aa4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qrsQvH0XnlQ/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249256859830922178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SNkbTWEBK8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qfaWQG6PFK0/s320/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249256858631089154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SNkbTRl9LAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/r7aGulqEktg/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-394983017703462916?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/394983017703462916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=394983017703462916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/394983017703462916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/394983017703462916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/gradually-lagging.html' title='GRADUALLY LAGGING......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SNkbSx5Aa4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qrsQvH0XnlQ/s72-c/IMG_0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8867317615568181346</id><published>2008-09-14T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:40:05.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>CHARITY PROJECT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stoner5 went to SHALOM HOME for the last orientaion task:: charity project!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shalom Home is a home for children...not necessary orphanage. Some of the children has parents but single parent which cannot afford to raise them...some with grandparents who are too old to look after them. There are 3 Shalom Homes, 2 for boys and 1 for girls....there are a total of 30-35 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some of us stayed at the home to do some cleaning:: clean the fish pond...gardening...clean the house while others lead the children to the nearby park to play games and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I found out that some of the kids aren't studying. Sara, 14 currently is working in a tailor shop sewing buttons. She have not been to a school or proper education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People never are contented with their own lives. I never did too. Always complaining of wanting what others have and how fortunate others children are. But after this trip, I'm fing myself a very lucky girl compared to a lot of people in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have loving parents who could afford to send me to school for proper education...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have loving parents who could afford to buy me new sets of uniforms to schools...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have the chance to travel to other countries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have pocket money to buy things which i want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't have to worry that I'll be hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't have to worry about my tuition fees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't have to worry about a lot of things compared to a lot of people in this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All I currently have to worry of is the problem I faced in my studies....that's it....no more no else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thus:: thank you mom....thank you dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8867317615568181346?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8867317615568181346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8867317615568181346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8867317615568181346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8867317615568181346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/charity-project.html' title='CHARITY PROJECT!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-5251653567199251003</id><published>2008-09-11T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:33:18.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Called</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For by the grace given me I say to everyone of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you. Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if ti is teching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ROMANS 12:3-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although we know we are not perfect...we have our flaws...we still like to think that we are perfect. We get jealous when others are better than us, we don't seems to be able to meet our own personal standards and requirements that we set for ourselves. I am learning hard...trying to be contented with what I have, what I am... Are you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-5251653567199251003?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/09/11/devotion.aspx' title='Called'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/5251653567199251003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=5251653567199251003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/5251653567199251003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/5251653567199251003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/called.html' title='Called'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7178012786710143610</id><published>2008-09-11T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:02:50.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Third week at IMU aka first week of lectures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Real business starts now......Official lectures start this week and stuff happen......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome our first lecturer for the semester...P.KUMAR!!!! *clap**clap**clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;His lectures was ok. He has a strong indian accent thus we need to pay 101% to understand what he is trying to teach us. But mostly it is just revision from the foundations of biology. Unfortunately it is not the situation for me, everything has so strange to me. Thus hello square one...let's begin STAT!!!!!! Everything happens so fast....every lecture covers a load bunch of info, which means i have to work extra extra hard... thanks for my house mates and youzra , they did biology, thus i have people to turn me for HELP!!!! On the whole, it is exciting at least i understand it after seriously reading through them. Other lecturer were cool too. Nothing to complain... just praises for them. again...*clap**clap**clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got sick either from lack of sick( to much face booking) or lack of H2O. Started with flu, cough then slight fever. My head felt so heavy , my throat felt so dry and my chest hurts very i cough. Thanks to Mei Yan...she drove me to see a doctor...got meds enough for 3 days...thanks girl...you're awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Besides that, stupid and funny things happen::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1)Hui Jen locked her room leaving the keys inside the room...Have to asked Ms. Khairun to unlock the door for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2)Amrita told me she ate Mango Porridge when she went to Midvalley with Qian Dai and Youzra. Mango Porridge...I have not tried it before...sound unique...Thus I asked Qian Dai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jas:" Hey, i heard that amrita ate mango porridge. Where did you guys went for lunch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Q.D:" mango porridge? Amrita ate it? did she? I don't remember that she did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jas:"really? she told me so....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Q.D:" I don't think she ate mango porridge...I think she ate ice mango!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SWT!!!We started lauhging in the room..then we went to ask her again....she said that it is cold...hiaz....thus it is ICE MANGO!!! funny girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3)When I went to the doctor,while paying...i did a stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JAs:" berapa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;receptionist(R):" empat lapan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jas:" empat lapan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R:" yes, empat lapan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I took out 5 RM1 and gave it to her......She counted it and looked stunned...She stared at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jas:"empat lapan right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R:"yes,empat lapan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jas:" RM4.80 right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with a loud and annoying tone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R;"NO!!! Is RM48!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eish...SWT!!!!!!She should have said empat puluh lapan instead of empat lapan. Is it my mistake or hers?? hiaz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4)lastly,Youzra made the same mistake as Hui Jen---lock for room with the keys in there....hiaz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;conclusion:SPEECHLESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7178012786710143610?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7178012786710143610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7178012786710143610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7178012786710143610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7178012786710143610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/third-week-at-imu-aka-first-week-of.html' title='Third week at IMU aka first week of lectures'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-161011926231120301</id><published>2008-09-05T11:33:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:27:00.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>IMU:: 1st two weeks aka orientation weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry for being outdated for awhile...a lot of happenings daily...thus blogging time just have to give way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life in IMU officially started when I attended welcoming ceremony with speeches and mild introduction of the V.I.P(s).From that day on....we were known as M208 (medical program,2nd batch for year 2008).We took an oath , medical oath in front of our parents (yes, mine were present too) which was led by Leslie...SRC's(Student Representative Committee)president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm currently staying in IMU's hostel - Vista Komanwel.My house consist of 4 beauties(including me...of course...)-- Amrita, Hui Jien, Qian Dai and me!!!I took the shared bedroom attached bathroom package, thus i'm sharing the room with Qian Day.A brief intro::Qian Dai came from Alor Setar, Kedah. Did A-levels in UCSI......Hui Jien stays in Subang.She'll go home for weekends.She did A-levels as well but not sure where......Amrita is an international student from a country i don't know the spelling and not sure where is it in the map. I'll check it out, I promise.Both her parents are doctors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okie....back to IMU...I met my orientation group members the next day.Since we are in group 5 thus our group name must have a 5 in it.It started with Click 5, High 5, 555,buku tiga lima...and ended with Stones, Stoners.Conclusion:: STONER5!!!!!the orientaion committee is M108 the batch b4 us. And each group have orientation officers aka OOs.My group was assigned to (wait...or did they pick my group??)Keng, Yuan Lih,Aveena,Nicholas which are our fixed OOs and Jing Guo,Ian as our floating OOs.Jing Guo was the first aider for my group too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okie...now let me introduce my group mates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Martin::born in India but stayed in Malaysia all his life until now...Attended international school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Owen::born in Hong Kong...attended international school too...don't get him laughing cos he can't stop and will go on for a long time...the jokes told might not be funny but watching him laugh makes us laugh....it worked very well on me...LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jia Yi aka Jemima::Singporean...Did JC...former cheerleader...but...can't touch her toes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rui Yi::Malaysian from Johor Bahru but studied in Singapore since Sec 1...former canoeist...great sense of humour(clean and dirty)...love to touch butts and boobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jia Wei::KL...did A-levels in MC KL...love rooden...my group leader...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joash aka Joe::from Ipoh...treasurer of the group...talented guy...major in piano and violin...has his own sense of humour which I don't usually get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mei Yan::from Kuantan...speak malay language as pro as the malays do...did A-levels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rachel:: from PJ...did A-levels...just met her grandma last year since birth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mey Wan::from Ipoh...did A-levels in UCSI...soft spoken at first but can't control her innerself after 3 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Felicia::Kl...A-levels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wei Hann::staying in kepong...mr doraemon(you'll know why if you keep reading)...A-levels at HELP...college mate with Hui Jien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dwee Shion::from muar...somehow his name gives usa french feeling....has twin brother...did STPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wei Cheng:: did STPM...from kl...is proud of his sacrastism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The inactive ones::Rebecca...Zhi Lin...Sabrina...Najwa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FIRST:: ICE-BREAKERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242990955618132322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLYft40YWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lEsK4gw5Ilk/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SECOND:: MASS DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIRD::TREASURE HUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242990020667021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLXpS7GmaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VjjNMUyNBqg/s320/stoners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                      stoners at our first station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FOURTH::TELEMATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FIFTH::TRACK TRIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242990957114600562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLYfzdmrHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7mYf3pBg38c/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                 car trip to track trip venue:: PAVILION &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Groups were given 2 mission: (i)take photos of your group members eating the most digusting food you can find. (ii)5 members of your group must dress like power rangers and take photo with the best and the worst dressed person in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242998457208537730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLfUXfWAoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gy9In4XmHUg/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                    Charcoal bread + pistachio flavoured jelly + orange jelly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242998465972778882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLfU4I5t4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YrVgamqFU3U/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                             go go power rangers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SIXTH::DRESS CODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SEVENTH::VARIETY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our theme was kiddies' show and stone age!!!thus our storyline...very stupid but funny!!! Dexter built a time machine. When he finished it, he went to have a pee. Then came doraemon who saw the time machine and thought of a brilliant plan to kill hte teletubbies. He went to get the teletubbies and sent them back to stone age. After 2 days without food, teletubbies got hungry and kill po (the youngest) and ate her. Then Lala got lost and met a group of tribal people. They cooked Lala in a big pot. Dipsy was killed by the lightning and tinky winky tripped over a rock and fee of the cliff. Stupidly random adn funny right??LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242992746263676882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLaH8j_B9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-owyH4Gcp18/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                             the tribal people: during practise...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242992746684741922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLaH-IX-SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JJ2Goegn64k/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           after make up....b4 performing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243001340001666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLh8KuyR0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ghA7JmN_uqA/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                         during interval...having ramli burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EIGHTH::FINALE NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After all the mentally and physically exhausted event, we get to enjoy ourselves and sit back, relax on finale night. The event was okie with performance by our seniors...the dance club, the music club, and bully seniors session. But stoner5 didn't had much fun as our OO wasn't present..yes...NONE OF THEM WERE PRESENT!!!eish eish......They had a tanglung party at keng's house...i wonder who chose this day...:-(.....my group member only 10 went including me....thus...hiaz...kinda boring for us.....EVIL OOs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242993976067558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLbPh8FDSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-gxX4pq8H0U/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                         the beauties and the prince!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242993992809249874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLbQgTm_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuuOR69qX2A/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               The purple beauties......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LAST:: CHARITY HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-161011926231120301?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/161011926231120301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=161011926231120301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/161011926231120301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/161011926231120301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/09/imu-1st-two-weeks-aka-orientation-weeks.html' title='IMU:: 1st two weeks aka orientation weeks'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SMLYft40YWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lEsK4gw5Ilk/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7427832509191850234</id><published>2008-08-21T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:21:36.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>An outing day alone...and a night with Kiat</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, from the minute i wake up....I felt moody... oops!!! BAD SIGN!!! I got upset over small matters and hate to talk to anyone....except myself...thus i took a day out dating myself at queensbay and tesco to shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what i did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236971993492897506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SArQPuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YkWZ6rV6ZDY/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does it make me look fat? or pregnant?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236971994840525362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SFsjajI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9xttOA_HihY/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bro says it looks kebaya-ish...how about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236972001816172738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SfrrWMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jRNqKg2Gdis/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236972000124448210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SZYVrdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lWsVTJtM9dg/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236972001655332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SfFVHeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0lhqiWtjKzE/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess where did i take this photo from? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236973360874870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK13hmkhWHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JzcI90nllho/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The answer is:: queensbay forever 21's dressing room....it look so stylish that i was like:" what the....??" so cool!!! and western style...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then i head over to tesco to buy some groceries to bring to kl....and....this is where the disaster happens....I hit the side pillar while i try to park....i know....it is so eish eish eish!!! can't believe i hit it and scar-ed my car......hiaz......sure kena scolding dee!!!! :-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway...let's continue the day......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kiat met up with me in tesco and we had dinner together...at..JEMPUT TREE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236973367578175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK13h_itqcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tKBXkKT3IqY/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236973365541369986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK13h39GeII/AAAAAAAAAHM/sINvoRPN2lM/s400/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236973370104469410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK13iI9B16I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-xb-TGI9Ias/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mixed fruit mocktail and his...hehe ...can't remember...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236973370717347538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK13iLPJntI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Dg_-1wcjc8/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this looks sos good....we saw someone ordered it...then we followed...yeah i know...a lot of colouring but...who cares?? once awhile plus the colour is so colourful and it deserves some attention!!!! LOLX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7427832509191850234?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7427832509191850234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7427832509191850234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7427832509191850234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7427832509191850234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/outing-day-aloneand-night-with-kiat.html' title='An outing day alone...and a night with Kiat'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SK12SArQPuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YkWZ6rV6ZDY/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6662018554546587045</id><published>2008-08-20T00:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:36:22.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Journey in life continue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After settling grandma's funeral ceremony and after collected grandma's ashes, it's time to say goodbye and continue our lives... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uncle Hang and family went back to Sungai Petani to spend a few more days with his kids before heading back to Singapore to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uncle Soon and Uncle Teik went back to Sydney and Singapore respectively to continue daily doings: work!!! work!! work!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Koko going back to Melbourne gippsland tomorrow morning, therefore, we siblings had a little night shopping together......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And these are the precious moments I managed to capture......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236267400159416626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKr1dR910TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2oLPwkHID3E/s400/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cute lil Christine and 'sien kim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrxWxvTwFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ic6pOzQk6oY/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236262890382803026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrxWxvTwFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ic6pOzQk6oY/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn and Chistine...adorable sisters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrxp1HdNgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ICjvUJs9Cl0/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236263217706907138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrxp1HdNgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ICjvUJs9Cl0/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;late lunch at sushi king, E-gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrx6YLXFwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sBHOglWhECc/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236263501996431106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrx6YLXFwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sBHOglWhECc/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At winter warmers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236268265181435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKr2PobKWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_9nlwVITExw/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Delicious lavender cake...shared among 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236265166400588242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrzbQkPCdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SSxLCyp5z0c/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Koko tasting his moon blue tea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A combination of rose buds, chamomile and something else....can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236265163050834306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrzbEFl2YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uLPw7FeNwgM/s400/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Javin and his iced mixed fruit cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;while I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236265165633630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKrzbNtYMlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k-GA8pbuXqA/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enjoy my peppermint tea...I even bought it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOOD DAYS NEVER ALWAYS COME&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;THUS I'M BLESSED TO HAVE SOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6662018554546587045?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6662018554546587045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6662018554546587045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6662018554546587045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6662018554546587045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/journey-in-life-continue.html' title='Journey in life continue...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKr1dR910TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2oLPwkHID3E/s72-c/IMG_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-684580664930334951</id><published>2008-08-19T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:07:11.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Why I Am A Christian: 1-Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I find the title of the book very interesting as I always ask myself:" Am I really a christian? Do I really believe in Him?" Thus I am going to retype the whole book here. Hope whoever that come across this/these, will enjoy and asks yourself the same question--why are you a christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It can be said with certainty that never have there been as many real believers in our country as there are now. But neither have there been as many doubters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A generation or two ago this was quite otherwise. Then there were only a very few doubters. All the rest believed in the truth of Christianity, accepted the Bible as the Word of God, and Christ as God. Now ,however, doubt is more common than many suspect, among the educated as well as among those whose knowledge is very limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folk view our age with dark misgivings because of the scepticism which prevails. And it is true: doubt is more than the vitality of the nation as well as that of the individual. However, we should bear in mind that much of the faith in the Bible and in Christianity which formerly existed was of little value. It had been taken over from the environment, in most instances without a personal experience of salvation, and was therefore impersonal and traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not t deny that traditional faith in the Word of God possessed a certain value both to individual and to the nation. Undoubtedly it put a damper upon ungodliness. On the other hand, we must bear in mind that no one is saved merely by regrading the Bible as the Word of God. We now see clearly how impersonal and impotent this 'faith' was. By far the greater number simply took over their faith from their environment A changed environment. therefore, was all that was necessary in order to undermine it. As soon as seeds of doubt were sown in their hearts by such means as the daily press, literature, and popular science, it became apparent that many people were quite defenceless. By heritage , training, and tradition most of them , no doubt, desired to retain their 'faith', but they simply could not. They were not prepared to meet doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furter reflection will make this very clear to us. The truths of Christianity, like all religious and moral truths, are of such a nature that it is impossible to demonstrate them in the same way in which a proposition in mathematics and physics can be demonstrated. Mathematical, logical, and general historical truths are such that every normal, intelligent person must accept them. Moral and religious truths, on the other hand, are nlt necessarily valid to every thinking person. Only by living in the realm of marality and religion can a person recognize the validity of moral and religious truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult for a man who does not live a normal life to realize this. He will readily doubt even such an elenmentary truth as the qualitative difference between right and wrong. Religion too becomes unreal to the man who does not live a religious life, especially where the truths of Christianity are concerned.Nothing involves so many intellectual difficulties and has so many incomprehensible aspects as Christianity. If a person does not know Christian life from personal experience, intellectual difficulties will quickly make him sceptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as his environment becomes antagonistic toward Christianity he is unable to defend himself because he has no weapons. Let us illustrate this briefly. People say: " There are so many religious. How is it possible to know that Christianity is absolutely the only true one?" If he should answer naively and confidently:"The Bible says so", the other would promptly reply:"Very well , but what of it? The Koran, the Biblw of the Mahammedans , says that Islam is the onlytrue religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he answers again:" Yes, but the Bible is the Word of God," the other says:" How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody has told me that - my father, my mother , my teacher, and my minister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well how do they know that the Bible is the Word of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have been told so by their fathers and mothers, ministers and teachers. What is more, the whole Church teaches that the Bible is the Word of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but the Church is made up of human, fallible beings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the Apostles who wrote the New Testament say that it is the Word of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True enough, but they ,too,were only human. They no doubt meant what they said and wrote, and they finally gave their lives for their faith; but who can guarantee that they did not deceive themselves and that they were not mistaken?That has happened to well-meaning and credulous people both before and since that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Again, as you know ,all the higher religious have their sacred writings which their followers believe to be from God and therefore the Word of God. By what right are the writings of Christianity accorded an exclusive place? Ought we not rather to put them all on the same plane and assume that none of them is of divine origin, especially since they are mutually contradictory and cannot, therefore, all be from God? It is most reasonable to assume that none of them is God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Most probably the origin of all of them can be traced to individuals who believed, each within his own religion, that what they wrote was a direct revelation to them from God. An examination of the contents of these writings makes this still more apparent. This applies to the Scriptures of the Christians as well as to the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In the first place, there are mistakes and inconsistencies in the Bible. If it were the Word of God, ought it not at least to be inerrant? Furthermore, the Bible contains many thoughts that are human and imperfect to the highest degree and cannot, therefore, be divine. It speaks about a God who has become so angry because of man's sin that He cannot pardon before He sees blood. And if He cannot get the blood of the guilty He takes that of the innocent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says also that God is triune, that is, that there are three eternal persons in God : Father, Son, and Spirit. And yet there are not three Gods, but one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It says that only a few are saved. All the rest God condemns to eternal suffering. These must be human thoughts about God because if God is perfect love, He cannot punish any one for ever. Not even a human being would do anything as horrible as that, even towards his worst enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And note all the things that are said about Christ. He is God and Man in one person. He was conceived of the Holy Spirit and born of a virgin. He died vicariously for the sins of the whole race. He arose bodily the third day after His death. It was thought formerly that this was unique and that the Bible alone contained such account. But modern research in the field of comparative religion has shown that similar things are told about the founders of other religions also.All students of the subject agree that these accounts must be looked upon as myths and legends which arose in a natural way about these great religious personalities. By what right can the corresponding accounts about Jesus be put in a class by themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'In general it can be said that the miracle constitutes the one great difficulty about the miracle is that no science today recognizes it , neither natural science, historical science, nor the science of comparative religion. They deny not only the reality of the miracle, but also its very possibility. That is the axiomatic in this scientific method. It declares outright that the miracle is incompatible with scientific research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Modern historical research, for instance , says that every historical source which contains accounts of miracles must on that ground alone be considered only a second-rate source, even if it otherwise has all the distinctive characteristics of the primary source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'The same science says further that everything is relative, that is, finite. Therefore there is no such thing as absolute truth, as maintained by Christianity. Every historical truth wears the garb of its own day and must be changed and improved upon as time passes and progress is made. Christian 'truths' must subject themselves to similar alterations.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;' Present day science says also that, because everything is relative, therefore nothing unique exists, ether in nature or in history. For that reason Christ cannot be unique either. Everything has an analogy; Christ , too, must have one.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;' That Christ should be the prefect Man, not to speak of the God-man, as Christianity maintains, is therefore, a scientific impossibility.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;' In order to gain a scientific appreciation of Christ, we mut resolutely divest Him of everything absolute and unique and , by means of the scientific principle of analogy, put Him in the category in which He belongs, among the other religious geniuses whom we are accustomed to designate as founders of religions. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everyone who has to some degree felt the force of these intellectual diffiulties asks:" Is it possible to reconcile Christian faith with scientific thought?" To many this becomes an unhappy dilemma from which they know no other way of escape than by brutally cutting the Gordian know. Some choose science and bid farewell to Christianity. Others choose faith and throw scientific thought overboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In both groups there are, no doubt, many who wish they were back in the simple faith of their childhood or that of the uneducated adult who is undisturbed by reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-684580664930334951?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/684580664930334951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=684580664930334951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/684580664930334951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/684580664930334951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-am-christian-1-doubt.html' title='Why I Am A Christian: 1-Doubt'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6281706795917793811</id><published>2008-08-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:05:35.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>One Small Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Serving God will not always be the easy choice. But it is a choice that brings the kind of consequence we can live with.  — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bill Crowder" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Bill-Crowder.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bill Crowder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am resolved to follow the Savior,Faithful and true each day;Heed what He sayeth, do what He willeth—He is the living way. —Hartsough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What you will be tomorrow depends on the choices you make today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6281706795917793811?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/08/19/devotion.aspx' title='One Small Choice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6281706795917793811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6281706795917793811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6281706795917793811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6281706795917793811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-small-choice.html' title='One Small Choice'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7022546215220285033</id><published>2008-08-18T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:14:52.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>PAID IN FULL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After living what I felt was a 'decent' life, my time on earth came to the end.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor.'He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney,a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes.&lt;br /&gt;He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room I couldn't take my eyes off of Him.&lt;br /&gt;As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, 'Let us begin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutor rose and said,'My name is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; and I am here to show you why this woman belongs in hell.'&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I cheated others Satan told of other horrible Perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank.&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;As upset as I was at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not Offering any form of defense at all.&lt;br /&gt;I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?&lt;br /&gt;Satan finished with a fury and said, 'This woman belongs in hell,she is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a personwho can prove otherwise.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench.&lt;br /&gt;The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan,and beckoned Him to come forward.&lt;br /&gt;As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty.&lt;br /&gt;I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; representing me,&lt;br /&gt;my Lord and my Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, 'Hi,Dad,' and then He turned to address the court.&lt;br /&gt;'Satan was correct in saying that this woman had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations.&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this woman deserves to be punished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, 'However, I died on the cross sothat this person might have eternal life and she has accepted Me as her Savior, so she is Mine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My Lord continued with, 'Her name is written in the Book of Life,and no one can snatch her from Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; still does not understand yet. This woman is not to be given justice, but rather mercy..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; sat down,He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said,'There is nothing else that needs to be done.''I've done it all.'The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down.The following words bellowed from His lips..'This woman is free.''The penalty for her has already been paid in full.''Case dismissed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As my Lord led me away, I could hear &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; ranting and raving,'I won't give up, I will win the next one.' I asked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; as He gave me my instructions where to go next, 'Have you ever lost a case?' Christ lovingly smiled and said,'Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you,~Paid In Full~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead, tell the storm how big your God is! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7022546215220285033?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7022546215220285033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7022546215220285033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7022546215220285033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7022546215220285033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/pid-in-full.html' title='PAID IN FULL'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-8886176416378092246</id><published>2008-08-14T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:15:35.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>My dear grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never liked my grandma when i was young. She raised my elder brother up, see him grow from a baby, to a toddler, to a wild child , to a student... She loved him dearly and always put him in first place. Another reason:: her first grandson.&lt;br /&gt;As i was raised up by a nanny ( my grandpa's sister) instead of her. Thus i always thought she treated me unfairly. giving my bro the best of everything and scolding me for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom is the eldest of her 4 children, she stayed with us all along. She cooks for us, see us up school buses and on our way to school. She was a wonderful cook. Her food was super duper delicious!!! Even now we misses her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night , I told her I wanted to eat laksa tomorrow. Thus the next day, she went to the market to buy the ingredients. Before she went, she found herself drooling when she woke up. She told my bro who was in the afternoon session that time. My brother, not suspecting anything told her that maybe she was having a sore throat thus told her not to worry. Therefore, she went to market to buy the ingredients for cooking laksa. While walking , looking, buying, paying, and taking the things she paid for, she discovered for right hand can't hold the things properly. She hurried home , asked my elder bro to contact my mom and ask her to come home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took her to the nearest hospital - ADVENTIST HOSTPITAL. Under careful observation and after some test were done, she was diagnosed with strok. We were told she could recover if she stays positive and do some reflexology. However, my grandma couldn't take the news positively. She went into a state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to travel to Alor Setar every Friday afternoon and only returned on sundays. She loved to travel and loves to play mahjong. That's what she does during her free time and since she is the youngest among her siblings, she is a spoil brat. Thus she always got things her way and likes freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having strok restricted her freedom and movement. She kept crying for the first few months kept thinking she was ugly and doesn't want to go out for walks because she was afraid that others will look at her differently. We took her as far as Petaling Jaya every sunday for a 2 hour reflexology treatment. At first , she did show a little improvement but gradually her mind refused the retreatment thus her body followed. Being able to walk with the help of a walking stick, due to her negative thinking unwillingness to continue the reflexology treatment, she became bed-ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bed-ridden made her think more negatively, she asked to see her boyfriend. Yes, you didn't read or see wrongly!!! She had a boyfriend in Alor Setar who she will travel to Alor Setar to see him every week. Since she asked for him, and her condition is not improving, my mom thought asking him to come might make her be more optimistic. So my mom called him. At first, he will come 2 week once to visit my grandma with his son. Emotional meetings happened. But after 2-3 visits, he stopped coming so often, a month once, 2 months once. That made my grandma's condition worsen as my grandma misses him. Thus my mom got angry, asked him to come every fortnightly if he can't then don't come at all so that my grandma will give up on him. Thus he stopped coming. What a bastard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he started stopped coming, my grandma will asked my mom to call him every sunday. However, gradually , she stopped asking -- give up ---i think. She started shouting for everyone, every single one at home. At first we try to manage it ...it worked well..but gradually her demands are hard to achieve, and since my parents are both working and we are studying. Other than the house maid, no one could look after her. The problem is:: she doesn't like her and she said that the maid pinched her. Mmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my mom send her to an old folks home nearby our place. The old folks home is called Lerling Home. It is a terrence house. The place looks clean and bright. A doctor comes every wednesday to check on the old folks for free and only charges them for the medication. How thoughtful of him....I will do that after I become a doctor too. Work free-lance for the poor and the needy!!! Fair enough, bless him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering for 10 years, now she is released from the pain and suffering. Although it is sad seeing her away from us but at least we know that she is painless now. Bless her and hope that God will continue guiding her in wherever she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Granddaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-8886176416378092246?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/8886176416378092246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=8886176416378092246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8886176416378092246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/8886176416378092246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dear-grandmas.html' title='My dear grandma'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-6069090645957533132</id><published>2008-08-13T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:15:52.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>The Same Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you have a seemingly impossible need today, remember that the hand that supplied your greatest need—forgiveness of sin—is the same hand that can adequately supply all your needs. Trust Him to accomplish things that seem impossible. — &lt;a title="Marvin Williams" href="http://www.blogger.com/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Marvin-Williams.aspx"&gt;Marvin Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;When our problems overwhelm us,&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to look to Him;&lt;br /&gt;He provides the right solutions—&lt;br /&gt;Lighting paths that once were dim. —Sper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-6069090645957533132?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/08/13/devotion.aspx' title='The Same Hand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/6069090645957533132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=6069090645957533132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6069090645957533132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/6069090645957533132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/same-hand.html' title='The Same Hand'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-2999997516472432223</id><published>2008-08-13T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:16:08.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>The duck and the devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes' But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.' Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?' So Johnny did the dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.' Sally just smiled and said, 'Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help' She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After several day of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought for the day and every day thereafter? Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc..) ..whatever it is...You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today. Share this with a friend and always remember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is at the window!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-2999997516472432223?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/2999997516472432223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=2999997516472432223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2999997516472432223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/2999997516472432223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/duck-and-devil.html' title='The duck and the devil'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-3185929697115534055</id><published>2008-08-12T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:16:22.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKBlBzj2A5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZmtCH4NmxCw/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233293848699339666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKBlBzj2A5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZmtCH4NmxCw/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;" Mariam is only fifteen when she is sent to Kabul to marry Rasheed. Nearly 2 decades later, a friendship grows between Mariam and a local teenager, Laila, as strong as the ties between Mariam and daughter. When the Taliban take over, life becomes a desperate strunggle against starvation, brutality and fear. Yet love can move a person to act in unexpected ways, and lead them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with a starling heroism." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;After reading this book, I found out a few facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;The suit for dressing that Afgan women wore are called 'burqa'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;" A woman's face is her husband's business only..." Thus, a husband has the right to ask his wife to wear a burqa. If a married lady is seen not wearing a burqa, it is assumed that her "husband has no control over her and it is consider a shame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Women are not allow to wander on the streets without the accompany of a 'mahram', a male relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Bearing a boy is happiness but a girl is a disaster....bad luck it is consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Women look out for one another as they know that other than their real family, the same sex is what they could count on...not the opposite sex most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I am glad that I don't live in those times. Girls not allow to study, to work and wander around freely. I can't imagine seeing myself having to share my husband with others. But till now, it is still not wrong to have 3-4 wives. Why isn't this ruling forbidden?? I just can't find a reason to accept it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-3185929697115534055?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/3185929697115534055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=3185929697115534055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3185929697115534055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/3185929697115534055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/mariam-is-only-fifteen-when-she-is-sent.html' title='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/SKBlBzj2A5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZmtCH4NmxCw/s72-c/IMG_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-670853271463458332</id><published>2008-08-09T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:16:43.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>Hillsong United:: Lord of Lords</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFkY5-Xp710&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFkY5-Xp710&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-670853271463458332?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/670853271463458332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=670853271463458332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/670853271463458332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/670853271463458332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hillsong-united-lord-of-lords.html' title='Hillsong United:: Lord of Lords'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-4055793486860684344</id><published>2008-08-09T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:17:19.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>GUYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's with guys?? Why do they think that they are bosses???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DADS:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know you are tired after a day of work...with lots of puzzles to crack, documents to sign, important decisions to make. Your wives are working too...either housewives or employee...they are stuff and lots of work to do. So when you guys come home after work, stop asking them to do simple stuff for you...a cup of tea, your towel, your house slippers,put your dirty sweaty clothes in the laundry basket, lay the table for lunch/dinner while you watch the tv waiting. She is as tired as you are okie?? so please...simple stuff...do it yourself or at least -- HELP OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SIBLINGS::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom and sisters are not your daily maids. Don't expect them to pick up your dirty socks after school....don't expect them to wash your clothes, dry them, iron them, fold them and put them in your room while all you have to do is keep them. Do start HELPing OUT okie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-4055793486860684344?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/4055793486860684344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=4055793486860684344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/4055793486860684344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/4055793486860684344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/guys.html' title='GUYS!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-5909181578010668964</id><published>2008-08-06T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:17:34.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>WHAT DO I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH b4 i die??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;accomplishment? or...&lt;br /&gt;maybe...i should say...... what i want to do/see b4 i die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of volunteery societies or organisation out there...&lt;br /&gt;Some people live to help others ...&lt;br /&gt;willing to sacrifise they lives and opportunity to see the world...to help others/ ac&lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa......Mahatma Gandhi......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that generous?? nope...i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;maybe...i am willing to donate...only if...&lt;br /&gt;i have enough to spend...&lt;br /&gt;enough to... buy generously for my wants without thinking of the value...&lt;br /&gt;enough to... travel around the world...&lt;br /&gt;enough to... enjoy life...&lt;br /&gt;then...i will donate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a selfish thought/act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some christians live to serve God...&lt;br /&gt;I believe and sing over and over in church saying that I'll serve HIM.....&lt;br /&gt;As our lives are even to us by beloved Jesus Christ, the darling of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;but....but...&lt;br /&gt;am i willing to really live to serve HIM??&lt;br /&gt;after what Jesus did for me...am I willing to serve our heavenly father and obey HIS commanments?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a selfish thought /act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-5909181578010668964?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/5909181578010668964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=5909181578010668964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/5909181578010668964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/5909181578010668964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-i-want-to-accomplish-b4-i-die.html' title='WHAT DO I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH b4 i die??'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876000811402976363.post-7745948586395418586</id><published>2008-08-05T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:17:50.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>ONE LIFE REVOLUTION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwJEhoQiRLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwJEhoQiRLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876000811402976363-7745948586395418586?l=h2jaschan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/WorldVision-Malaysia/34138915656?ref=mf' title='ONE LIFE REVOLUTION!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/feeds/7745948586395418586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876000811402976363&amp;postID=7745948586395418586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7745948586395418586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876000811402976363/posts/default/7745948586395418586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2jaschan.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-life-revolution.html' title='ONE LIFE REVOLUTION!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476850686977750728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XqzAp-1B6Q/S3q4kRe9wpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BnAsc87JHxg/S220/IMG_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
