<?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-12616146</id><updated>2011-06-30T17:21:23.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a [life] of His goodness and [grace]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-116383171937039733</id><published>2006-11-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:35:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved. sometime ago actually. http://hijacked.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-116383171937039733?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/116383171937039733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=116383171937039733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/116383171937039733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/116383171937039733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/11/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-115834552472758398</id><published>2006-09-16T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:38:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At Intro econs we’re told to intro ourselves. There was this guy that said he’s trained to be a priest in his own religion. That made me ask myself. What if I said I went to bible school before? Why are they non apologetic in showing their fervency for their own religion. Why are Christians ashamed of saying God is the centre of my life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-115834552472758398?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115834552472758398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=115834552472758398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115834552472758398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115834552472758398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-intro-econs-were-told-to-intro.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-115471460184429820</id><published>2006-08-05T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:03:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised how prayers can help breakthrus. haha. (: little more commitment.. n tada!&lt;br /&gt;God is good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-115471460184429820?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115471460184429820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=115471460184429820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115471460184429820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115471460184429820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realised-how-prayers-can-help.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-115425481176194395</id><published>2006-07-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:20:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I decided to quit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied."When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took very good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its brilliant green covered the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed."I would not quit." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have beenstruggling, you have actually been growing roots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compare yourself to others." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they both make the forest beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret a day in you life. Good days give you happiness; Bad days give you experiences;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are essential to life.Keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-115425481176194395?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115425481176194395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=115425481176194395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115425481176194395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115425481176194395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-day-i-decided-to-quit-i-quit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-115217213812136981</id><published>2006-07-06T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:48:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God did not come down to give us some of His wisdom, or rules, or teach us ideals. He came as fresh fire, not thought, philosophy, theory, but burning, passionate, active intervention in human affairs to set people free, on a scale undreamed of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-115217213812136981?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115217213812136981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=115217213812136981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115217213812136981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115217213812136981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-did-not-come-down-to-give-us-some.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-115106104285434736</id><published>2006-06-23T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:10:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one truth. believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html"&gt;http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-115106104285434736?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115106104285434736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=115106104285434736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115106104285434736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/115106104285434736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-114385663077251000</id><published>2006-04-01T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:57:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd always found 'friendships are hard to find, cherish it now' very cliche-ish. but when A and B are not communicating to find out what each other's thinking, the friendship may be at stake. well it's either noone's or both's fault. it takes 2 to clap. A does not know what B means by doing what she has done. B is not planning to explain for she thinks A's angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but issit worth it to cherish a frienship that's baby pool deep? it takes two to clap again isn't it? C will feel tired if she's the only one talking all the time, and D will feel tired listening too. what if picking up the phone becomes a chore.. is the frienship worth cherishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with disappoinments. they're just part of the present life. think eternity! all these disappoinments will teach me to become a better person. mould my character. think long term when i will be in heaven (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all bored intern bloggers should unite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-114385663077251000?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114385663077251000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=114385663077251000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/114385663077251000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/114385663077251000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/04/id-always-found-friendships-are-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-114344700163901113</id><published>2006-03-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:10:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love God. i love His love. i love His grace. His faithfulness. the way He's never late. the way He surprises. the way He solves all problems. the way He comforts. the way He teaches. the way He loves everyone. the way He loves me, and make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion was a successful one. it wasn't perfect, but it's the imperfections that makes everything so perfect. powerful prayers that stopped the rain, excited members who are always asking for bonus points, everyone had so much fun. (: Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course.. the fact that N309 won =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to grow. anlynn has to stop being the newest member.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-114344700163901113?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114344700163901113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=114344700163901113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/114344700163901113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/114344700163901113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-god.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113758531880655164</id><published>2006-01-18T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:55:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay.. long long time since i blogged. life has been wonderful! work's fun! stressful at times but fun!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had a long holiday. 1st to europe. i believe i learn the unpredictable side of God. in the midst of all that, He manage to be a good and faithful God. wow.&lt;br /&gt;was dead beat tired after europe trip! n had a sore throat i think, from all the giottos and hanutas? =D well i still have some if anyone wants.&lt;br /&gt;then to korea. fun!! i guess it's got nothing to do with the itenary we're jus good in entertaining ourselves =) in the bus, in the lift. haha. we laugh at anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;then the last minute surprising trip to genting highlands =) cheap but fun as well tour!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i had a colourful funfilled december holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came back, started working. act i felt a little overwhelmed at first. like, in the 1st day i was given this task to find out appeal procedure regarding over-valued property n tax tt follows? haha. then i was told to draft a will? but people are nice n so willing to teach, n i manage to complete everyhting! n of coz the fulfillment tt comes with it.. needless to say. so. i'm still surviving. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog today coz i finished all my work, mentor's on mc and mrs teoh came to work late. haha. bored, i started blog surfing! n looked ard looking for nice wallpaper. yeaa doing all those boh liao stuff.&lt;br /&gt;n i was searching for boh liao stuff on google too =0 n so i happen to type 'njchoir' n came to the forum!! haha. nice old forum tt i havn read for months. n i read a thread entitled 'miss lim is going to kill me if she sees this' by pris. haha. super funny seah. shared with fel n we  were laughing at her workstattion. lucky noone saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories. memories. i miss choir. i miss school. shall go back someday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113758531880655164?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113758531880655164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113758531880655164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113758531880655164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113758531880655164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/kay.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113328576545629218</id><published>2005-11-30T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:36:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vocal Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice's vocal weight is its ability to handle changes in vocal dynamic. A voice's weight is determined by the thickness of the vocal cords. All voices can sing loudly or softly to some degree, but different voices handle changes in dynamic differently. A voice can be said to have a dramatic or lyric quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three basic voice types that are common to all genders and singing ranges: lyric, spinto, and dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric - This voice is smooth and mellow. When it gets loud, it can sound strenuous or very pushed. It does not like to sing loudly frequently. Agility, as well as crisp diction are its strong points. Examples include Kathleen Battle, Sade, and Amel Larrieux.&lt;br /&gt;Spinto - This voice has a more robust and full sound than the lyric voice. It can be pushed (hence its Italian name) to dramatic climaxes, but also has a very lyric quality. It handles vocal dynamic changes very well. Examples include Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic - This voice can sing over the orchestra, the choir, and any other accompaniments. As the vocal chords are thicker, agility is usually compromised. Singers who are classified as having dramatic voices have very strong, vigorous and puissant singing voices. When referring to popular singers, dramatic singing voices are loud, strong and full of emotion. Examples include Anastacia, Taylor Dayne, and Patti Labelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full - Although not direct related to vocal weight, a full voice is a voice rangy enough to be capable of executing two or more vocal ranges with equal ease. A full soprano (e.g. Wagnerian soprano) has significant abilities below Middle C (but can execute Soprano C, effortlessly again and again). Full voices tend to be lyric in quality (but can very well be dramatic), as vocal thickness tends to hinder agility. Examples include Beyoncé Knowles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following subcategories apply to women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soubrette - This is a very lightweight voice, that is best in its middle voice. It does not handle changes in vocal dynamic very well. Its range is limited to about one and one-half octaves. Examples include Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splint - This is a very rare lyric coloratura soprano, whose voice starts at the D or E above middle C and extends to the High F (or above). This voice has virtually NO low tones. This voice is RARE indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccolo - A rare (and usually lyric) coloratura that can execute vocals in the seventh octave, where notes lose any real human color. The sometimes strident whistle register notes at that altitude can be said to mimick a piccolo, hence its name. Examples include Minnie Riperton, and Adam Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Dramatic Coloratura - This rare soprano voice can sing contralto very comfortably, sing over the orchestra, AND execute vocal acrobatics and melismas. This voice is at LEAST three octaves, is always capable of executing at least the High F, and its EXTREMELY rare. Examples are Mariah Carey and Rachelle Ferrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following subcategories apply to men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leggiero - The male equivalent of a splint, this tenor voice is very light, but has a nice trumpetty quality and is capable of high altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heldentenor - A rich, dramatic voice capable of singing to the low G or A below Middle C and execute the Tenor C (or B one step below) effortlessly. This voice is not common.&lt;br /&gt;The difference between dramatic high voice and the lyric voice one class down, as they have about the same range, its the power and robustness of the voice. The lyric voice is more mellow and less powerful than the dramatic voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even think i qualify to fall under any cats. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113328576545629218?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113328576545629218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113328576545629218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113328576545629218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113328576545629218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/vocal-weight-voices-vocal-weight-is.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113127545397099154</id><published>2005-11-06T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:10:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael W. Smith - Friends Are Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;br /&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the hopes He's granted&lt;br /&gt;Means a chapter of your life is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It won't even seem you've gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;br /&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the welcome will not end&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;br /&gt;That a lifetime's not too long&lt;br /&gt;To live as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the faith and love God's given&lt;br /&gt;Springing from the hope we know&lt;br /&gt;We will pray the joy you live in&lt;br /&gt;Is the strength that now you show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113127545397099154?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113127545397099154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113127545397099154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113127545397099154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113127545397099154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/michael-w.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113085699867486614</id><published>2005-11-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:56:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRES OF REVIVAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the gathering of the people of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;And found my way among them to His throne&lt;br /&gt;I needed to return unto the altar of my God&lt;br /&gt;To renew again my covenant with Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I build an altar to His name&lt;br /&gt;And realised my life could never be the same&lt;br /&gt;And then the fire of revival came sweeping through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I touched the holy presence of my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come build an altar unto the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Return to worship and hear His Word&lt;br /&gt;And then the fire of revival came sweeping through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I touched the holy presence of my God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113085699867486614?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113085699867486614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113085699867486614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113085699867486614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113085699867486614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/fires-of-revival-i-came-to-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113068138181063086</id><published>2005-10-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:09:41.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHINE LIKE STARS&lt;br /&gt;Song &amp; Lyrics by Sidney Mohede&lt;br /&gt;Music Arrangement by Daniel Sigarlaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE WORLD WE LIVE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE HURTING EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;LET US SEE MERCY AND YOUR GRACE&lt;br /&gt;OVERFLOWED IN EVERY PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US BE ONE WITH YOU TODAY&lt;br /&gt;AND LET YOUR GLORY FALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL SHINE&lt;br /&gt;SHINE LIKE STARS ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;SHINING IN YOUR LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;GUIDED BY YOUR LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET YOUR FIRE BURN IN US&lt;br /&gt;BURNING LIKE THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;AS WE GLORIFY&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR KINGDOM COME&lt;br /&gt;IN ALL THE EARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL SHINE LIKE STARS ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;AS WE'RE BURNING LIKE THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACH US TO LIVE IN RIGHTEOUSNESS&lt;br /&gt;TEACH US TO LOVE IN ONE ACCORD&lt;br /&gt;GUIDE US TO LIVE LIFE EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;AS WE WORSHIP IN YOUR COURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US DECLARE YOUR MAJESTY&lt;br /&gt;AND LET YOUR GLORY FALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113068138181063086?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113068138181063086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113068138181063086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113068138181063086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113068138181063086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/shine-like-stars-song-lyrics-by-sidney.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-113034529857996862</id><published>2005-10-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:48:21.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/schools-journal-1.html"&gt;http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/schools-journal-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. like we dont know which school rite. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-students-sketchpad.html"&gt;http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-students-sketchpad.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farnies. too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-113034529857996862?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113034529857996862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=113034529857996862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113034529857996862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/113034529857996862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/httpstudentssketchpad.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112922072360174164</id><published>2005-10-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:25:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Things Don't Go Your Way or When You Don't See The Way Ahead, Don't Be Discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has His Plans For You, But Executed In His Perfect Timing. Because&lt;br /&gt;"as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." Is 55:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on and be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: : THREE TREES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there were 3 trees on a hill in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be th e tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came up on the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard!" The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth?and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that&lt;br /&gt;it had held the great est treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "PEACE" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going yo ur way, always know that God has a plan?for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, know that you are God's plan yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112922072360174164?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112922072360174164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112922072360174164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112922072360174164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112922072360174164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-things-dont-go-your-way-or-when.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112762952558050415</id><published>2005-09-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:25:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. havn blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;updated =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112762952558050415?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112762952558050415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112762952558050415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112762952558050415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112762952558050415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112562292266584561</id><published>2005-09-02T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:44:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;change encoding to unicode to read. NOT chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你给的爱 (sung to 冻结 by JJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;当我们回到那一天&lt;br /&gt;快乐童年再次地重演&lt;br /&gt;我们有太多的感言&lt;br /&gt;心里有着万般的感谢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;您为我们付出的一切&lt;br /&gt;永远留在我们心里面&lt;br /&gt;不知用什么来答谢&lt;br /&gt;只能献上一下这首歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给我们翅膀&lt;br /&gt;让我们自由地翱翔&lt;br /&gt;后知后觉以后领悟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的过错 你都宽容地接受&lt;br /&gt;不管多辛苦 都勇敢地向前走&lt;br /&gt;您教导我们&lt;br /&gt;如何坚强 如何面对&lt;br /&gt;生命的起起落落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有您在身边 陪我们走过一切&lt;br /&gt;给我们希望 点亮我们的世界&lt;br /&gt;经过这些年&lt;br /&gt;你给的爱 我们明白&lt;br /&gt;永远都会存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢老师 无限关怀&lt;br /&gt;陪伴我们过每一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy teachers' day to all teachers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112562292266584561?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112477968786826332</id><published>2005-08-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:48:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a time when Richard said&lt;br /&gt;That TT Durai didn't do it, but he did&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when Richard said&lt;br /&gt;That NKF didn't do it, but they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built NKF, strong and rich,&lt;br /&gt;reaching out together&lt;br /&gt;For more and more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our money, it is our blood,&lt;br /&gt;It is our kindness, it is our tears,&lt;br /&gt;Don't take our money, to be your bonus&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat Singapore, Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sung to " One people, one nation, one Singapore " )&lt;br /&gt;We've built NKF with our brains&lt;br /&gt;With educated people from a rich land&lt;br /&gt;Strangers when we first began,&lt;br /&gt;now we're all con man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;join our hands forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con people, con nation, con Singapore&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that we believe forevermore&lt;br /&gt;Every dollar and every cent,&lt;br /&gt;every woman and every man&lt;br /&gt;Con people, con nation, con Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time comes for the trial&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing, give only denials&lt;br /&gt;We'll be united, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the world just where we stand&lt;br /&gt;And reach out for Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;join our hands forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus twice )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con people, con nation, con Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence.. just think it's funny. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112454485269048418</id><published>2005-08-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:34:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love Him for loving me first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112454485269048418?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112454485269048418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112454485269048418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sure, the weatherman had predicted severe thunderstorms and the possibility of flooding, but that was for people who lived close to the river. I thought we were too far away to be bothered. But the rain didn't stop, and some some roads in our area had to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is pretty serious, isn't it?" my little sister, Kelly, asked my dad at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh", I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly stuck out her tongue at me, and mom shot me "the look". She doesn't like it when I say that. In fact, there were alot of things my parents didn't like lately. My attitude was one thing. My friends were another. My parents said they couldn't understand why I hung out with such a lowly group of guys when I had such "nice" friends at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your friends aren't Christians, they're not going to act like Christians," my Mom told me time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right about that. The fun my friends like to have was definitely not of the Christian variety. I'd been a believer long enough to know that. But instead of doing something about it, I just followed along- even though I couldn't say I felt good about what we had been doing and sometimes wondered if my parents weren't right after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad got up from the table. "We don't have anything to worry about," he assured Kelly as he left for work. "We're high and dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how a couple of hours could change all that. The river rose faster than anyone had ever seen, and suddenly our part of town was being threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was back home at noon. "They're going to build a flood wall on the east side of town," he told Mom. "The river is really swelling. If we don't do something now, this whole town is going to be under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I help?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom exchanged looks. I was supposed to be grounded for being out with my friends past curfew the Friday before. I could see the two of them silently debating whether or not they should lift my restriction. "Sure," Dad finally said. "Get into your oldest clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to change, Dad told Mom to start packing. "We'd better be ready for anything."&lt;br /&gt;The rain had turned to drizzle by the time Dad and I arrived at the flood-wall site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at all the people," I said. Some were shoveling sand into bags while others passed the bags to where the wall was being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we're going to turn this disaster around, it's going to take teamwork," Dad said. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a place in line," Dad told me as he picked up a shovel. "I'm going to help fill bags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work was back breaking. The lady next to me would toss me a bag, and then I'd toss it to the guy next to me. There's nothing like passing sandbags to give you some perspective on life. I thought about the flood and what a disaster it would be if the water reached our house. I thought too, about the disaster my life had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bet you could think of some things you'd rather be doing today," the guy next to me said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," I agreed, "about a hundred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed. "I couldn't agree more." Then he stuck out his hand. "I'm Bill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shook hands. "Kyle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Kyle, why'd you decide to help?" the guy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it was this or stay grounded," I told him. "I broke curfew last week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a good move," Bill added with the hint of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're telling me," I said, shaking my head. "You know, I can't remember the last time I made a good move. At least, according to my parents. Why are you here?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nowhere else to go," he said. "My house is under water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you're here?" I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like the Christian thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess it is," I said, surprised by his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way I figure it," Bill continued, "I could be mad at God for letting all this happen, or I could&lt;br /&gt;ask Him to help me through it. Either way, my circumstances won't change. God's in charge and I'm not. The only thing that I can change is my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quiet as I thought about what Bill had said. Who's in charge of my life? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost laughed. That wasn't such a tough question. The church part was in God's hands, the friends part was in mine, and the punishment part- that was firmly in my parent's grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my life seemed to go from one disaster to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it my Dad had said earlier? "If we're going to turn this disaster around, it's going to take teamwork." I knew he was right. But just as fighting a raging river was too big a job for any one person to tackle alone, so was turning my life around. I needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I can't do this job by myself, I prayed right there in the midst of the people and sandbags and raindrops. I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that at the moment of my prayer, the sun broke through the clouds and a glorious rainbow appeared as a sign that God had heard me. But that didn't happen. There were still sandbags to pass and a river to fight. And someone said more rain was predicted for that night. But I knew it would be okay. None of us had to fight off disaster alone. It would be a team effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Phillipians 4:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112418911634286328?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112418911634286328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112418911634286328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112418911634286328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112418911634286328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-didnt-think-much-about-it-when-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112411699038290552</id><published>2005-08-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:43:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a man without a vision will always returns to his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past really has nothing to offer. same structure yet boredom, same temporary fun and emptiness afterwards? or simply regrets and unfulfilled wishes and dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recapture the dream. and continue to run towards it!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112411699038290552?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112411699038290552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112411699038290552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112411699038290552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112411699038290552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-without-vision-will-always-returns.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112409415771194839</id><published>2005-08-15T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:22:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway the song is found in cross cd in chc's latest live album! well it's sth i'm proud of =) cd filled and anointed with the presence of God! really hope tt it's gonna bless ppl all over the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.cross.com.sg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112409415771194839?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112409415771194839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112409415771194839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112409415771194839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112409415771194839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/anyway-song-is-found-in-cross-cd-in.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112409407085765997</id><published>2005-08-15T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:21:10.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I give - City Harvest Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill me holy spirit&lt;br /&gt;I seek the warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm longing for your presence&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch of your grace&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on waiting waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've seached for heaven&lt;br /&gt;my heart it longs for so much more&lt;br /&gt;a love so true&lt;br /&gt;now I've found it in You&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give my life&lt;br /&gt;a living sacrifice I place at your feet&lt;br /&gt;I offer to you&lt;br /&gt;for only you can satisfy my longing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you're all I desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give my life&lt;br /&gt;a living sacrifice I place at your feet&lt;br /&gt;more than what this world offers&lt;br /&gt;You are my only treasure&lt;br /&gt;my world means nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving your life to Jesus isn't as easy as it seems. but it's all worth it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112409407085765997?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112409407085765997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112409407085765997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112409407085765997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112409407085765997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-give-city-harvest-church-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112390006368359059</id><published>2005-08-13T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:27:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like.. so sick. coughing and sneezing non stop during the day and vomiting at night. realised gobbling up barley water is useless. i'm not getting better in fact i'm getting worse. cant study, and prelims is so coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112390006368359059?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112390006368359059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112390006368359059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112390006368359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112390006368359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112383214251489772</id><published>2005-08-12T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:35:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SwitchFootGurl/1122887029_uizzeslove.jpg" border="0" alt="love" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see love in your eyes. You either love&lt;br /&gt;everyone around you ooor...somebody's in&lt;br /&gt;loooove, no? Seriously, though... You seem to&lt;br /&gt;have a lot of love in your heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;You're singing songs and picking flowers...or&lt;br /&gt;at least you feel like doing so. And we can't&lt;br /&gt;forget floating on air, right? Well, don't let&lt;br /&gt;anyone ruin that for you, and if things don't&lt;br /&gt;turn out...don't worry over it. There are worse&lt;br /&gt;things, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwitchFootGurl/quizzes/What%20can%20people%20see%20in%20your%20eyes%3F(great%20ANIME%20pics)((IMPROVED!!!))/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112383214251489772?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112383214251489772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112383214251489772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112383214251489772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112383214251489772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-see-love-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112372848028387543</id><published>2005-08-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:48:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...Everyone has anxiety, and everyone has anxiety for all sorts of reasons. How you handle your anxiety though, is completely up to you... fear and worry can be very, very powerful negative forces in your life... for some people they are so strong that they actually avoid doing things in their life...&lt;br /&gt;...I learned that if I could change the way that I think, I could change my anxiety..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112372848028387543?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112372848028387543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112372848028387543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112372848028387543'/><link rel='self' 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When....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your stomach growls when you don't eat rice for a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You believe kecap ABC could turn bad cooking to gourmet food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat fried rice in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You prefer Versace or Moschino jeans over Gap or Levi's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't think Jim Carrey is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Rhoma Irama is kampungan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You carry a 16 oz. jar of sambal to where ever you travel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving a car that is cheaper than $15,000 embarrasses you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think dangdut is stupid, but listen to it anyways, because you are homesick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are willing to travel 25 miles to buy tahu and tempe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are very good at avoiding potholes and other road hazards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your local McDonald's serves rice and sambal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think Supermi is a staple food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever tried passing a Rp 50 coin as a quarter in a US vending machine/pay phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a police officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a customs officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do your shopping in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your drivers license claims you are 5 years older then you really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever legally bought pirated software. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever been forced to memorize UUD'45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have bought something from a barefooted street peddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever eaten something sold off a cart on wheels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You realized that money is everything before you were six. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "Jakarta" is "macet". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone you know has ever ridden on top of a train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your daily commute includes thinking up new ways to ride the city bus for free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have tried every Monday of your youth trying to avoid upacara bendera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have used a mosquito repellant that looks like a coil and is lit on one end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You use the terms "Ni yee", "-lah" and "Ih, jijay" on daily basis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what Pancasila is, what it means and know it by heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You complain that movies in America don't have sub-titles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your whole class has ever cheated on a test, and gotten away with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever spent the night before an exam looking for someone who sells the questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You like the smell of terasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think the Thomas Cup is equal to the Super Bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a 16' satellite dish hidden in your back yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have ever ridden in a motor vehicle with three wheels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You miss your maid during laundry day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your clothing has brand names printed on it that is visible from 50' away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have attended weddings that you are not invited to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You go to McDonald's to get your weekly supply of ketchup, salt, pepper and napkins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a can of Baygon on your kitchen table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You make major decisions based on gengsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You take advantage of Wal-Mart's 30 days money-back-guarantee to "borrow" home appliances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone in your family has extra pockets in his outfit to hide cookies from the all-you-can-eat bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have paid more then $1000 to get your name on your license plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When watching TV you regularly find that all the channels broadcast the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know more than 10 acronyms/abbreviations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You set the ring tone of your cell phone as loud as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You spend your weekends at an expensive five star hotel near your house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have one of those gigantic 5000 watts stereo system even though you can't turn it as loud as you can since you live in a crowded neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Toyota Kijang is packed with bull bar, fog lights, roof rail, car alarm, expensive car audio, gold plated emblems, tail light "protector", racing steering wheels, sports muffler, lowered suspension, 17 inch wheels with expensive tires, etc. Yet you find them not gaul enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are able to squeeze 15 passengers in your Toyota Kijang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're rich, you buy a huge 50.000 dollars imported SUV and demands it to run minimal 12 kilometers with a liter of gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You refuse to buy unleaded gas for your imported car even though it costs less than 20 cents a liter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have your drivers license at the age of 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got it without any driving tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are unfamiliar with electric stove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are even more unfamiliar with microwave ovens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're a student, your main purpose in life is to succeed in UMPTN and get into a Universitas Negeri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've graduated from college, your main purpose in life is to find an easy job with big salary at a foreign company even if you have to stay unemployed for five years to find one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you finally got a job, your main purpose in life is now to get a wife/husband that's rich, from a "good" family, and the most importantly good looking in order to memperbaiki keturunan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're proud to be Indonesian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Indonesian friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-youre-indonesian-when.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112332494376011234</id><published>2005-08-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:42:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>car broke down yst. batt spoilt. on fop day. the fop tt i've been waiting for, tt i've been so excited for. n i asked God y muz this happen at this time. now tt everything's over, i marvel at God's precision of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i'm so blessed by the whole thing!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did sth that i think is amazing myself today. haha. while waiting for the car, i blew a balloon thru my nostril. haha. auntie says it's gross. laughed at me being so childish at my age. haha but hu cares. i think it tests my breath. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havn updated n blogged abt my bday party n all. haha. going to do it lah as soon as i finds my cam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112332494376011234?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112332494376011234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112332494376011234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112332494376011234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112332494376011234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/08/car-broke-down-yst.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112282500599160300</id><published>2005-07-31T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:55:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are my God&lt;br /&gt;closer to me&lt;br /&gt;than the air that i breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i am&lt;br /&gt;formed by Your word&lt;br /&gt;i'm made in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captivated by Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;falling deeper in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe into my soul&lt;br /&gt;spirit of God&lt;br /&gt;fill my life with Your presence&lt;br /&gt;hide under Your shadow&lt;br /&gt;dwell in Your secret place&lt;br /&gt;it's You i long for&lt;br /&gt;it's You i long to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my song&lt;br /&gt;in my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;i'll sing of Your dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my days&lt;br /&gt;You fill my life&lt;br /&gt;with Your mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nvr experienced sth like that b4. just felt so comfortable in the Spirit during cell. so engaged in the presence of the Lord. like fingers from both hands interlocked together. so comfortable, so real. singing the worship songs so softly, almost whispering. but engaged n moved. it's not that kind of presence that will cause u to scream shout cry wail. i dont even know if i can call it 'a kind'. it's sth new n i just believe tt God's bringign us to another level. =) so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for svc.. pst mike conell was here to minister. haha. 1st deliverance svc i've attended in the yr. it's so amazing how the atmosphere suddenly changes with one prayer. everyone just started to pray in the spirit, engaged in a spiritual warfare. all those screaming, strangling, wailing, vomitting.. presence of God was there to minister. ppl and souls healed, saved, set free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;i will wait on You&lt;br /&gt;in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;my heart and strength renwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every moment i live&lt;br /&gt;i will worship You&lt;br /&gt;you've saturated my soul&lt;br /&gt;my heart flows&lt;br /&gt;rivers of living water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112282500599160300?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112282500599160300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll bring You more than a song&lt;br /&gt;for a song in itself is not what You have required&lt;br /&gt;You search much deeper within&lt;br /&gt;thru the way things appear&lt;br /&gt;You're looking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;and it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;it's all about You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing i've made it&lt;br /&gt;when it's all about You&lt;br /&gt;it's all about You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to come back. to the heart of worship. i was just reading the book of proverbs, and there's this particular verse that really spoke to the spirit. it's about having the correct attitude, correct heart even when u're doing 'godly' things. it's in inverted commas coz they may look godly in the outside, but deep down inside, we can only judge ourselves whether we're using the church as a marketplace, or are we really doing everything for the glory of His kingdom. everything we do needs to be a reflection on our lvoe for Him in return for His love for us. doubtlessly He loves us. Jesus HAD died on the cross for us. what more can we ask for? the good thing is, He's a good, forgiving God. always welcoming us with open arms when we come back to the heart of worship some time after we left. His love is so great, He had never and never will forsake us. instead He's so willing to put on the best robe, best rings on oru hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming back to the heart of worship. for He's worthy.&lt;br /&gt;He's worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of endless worth&lt;br /&gt;noone could express&lt;br /&gt;how much You deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112227630459598928?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112227630459598928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112227630459598928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112227630459598928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112227630459598928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-bring-you-more-than-song-for-song.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112227415856389787</id><published>2005-07-25T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:49:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hda half day today.  in celebration for awards for pistol track and canoeing. well sort of half day. exccept tt we cant be let off early just bcoz of the so called very impt review of our common test results. well. other than gp. the whole cohort seems to be doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so we stayed for the talk. sth mr whitbey said that i actually agree on. all our ccas had ended so LET IT GO. yah! let it go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112227415856389787?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112227415856389787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112227415856389787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112227415856389787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112227415856389787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/07/hda-half-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112212492553586225</id><published>2005-07-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T21:22:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had such a good time during cell!! =) msg was so impactful, so relevant! definitly word in season. enjoyed praise. felt tt everyone's really excited to come into God's presence! worship good too. sung heart of worship again. *grins* n i'm glad the  cell generally enjoyed the game =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God presence. encounter that i believe is gonna be a turning point for me. life hasn't been fantastic, but today i just feel so renewed!! my faith, my dream, my vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112212492553586225?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112212492553586225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112212492553586225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112212492553586225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112212492553586225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/07/had-such-good-time-during-cell-msg-was.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112178489364492894</id><published>2005-07-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:54:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i looove choir. i really do. it's been out of my mind for quite some time, n i really thought i 4got all abt it. but really, no. i dont think i'll ever. after all the things we've done together. all those memories shall never be washed away. farewell brought all of them back. from germany days, all the way to syf. like wat ms chua said, it has been a non-stop one yr journey. but you know, no road is too long with good companions. and yeah. it's been a great yr. i love choir. i love the altos. i love ms lim. i love my sls. i love the comm. i even love the hot stuffy lt5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wat mich said in her blog, farewell wasn't perfect. but it's the imprefections that makes it more perfect. i had so much fun! not as emotional as last yrs but definitely a success. food was good. prog was good. we did so well on can u feel the love tonight yep? *hee* okay maybe not prefect. but definitely heart wrenching. i did tear when we sing the last chorus of the song, but soon laughed coz we mixed 'where we are' and 'laid to rest' again. haha. i really liked the impact of the last line. it's enough.. for our darling altos... to be the very best =) yep i really believe the choir gonna go to greater heights under the leadership of the new comm!! anyway the only sad thing abt the song is tt the solos weren't loud enough? so they cant really hear our lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are sad to leave you&lt;br /&gt;on this very day&lt;br /&gt;we have shared so much memories&lt;br /&gt;they can't be washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all our dreams and sorrows (sorrows *grins*)&lt;br /&gt;all that we've been thru&lt;br /&gt;-cant rmb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;it is where we are&lt;br /&gt;it's enough&lt;br /&gt;for this wide eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;that we've got this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;where we laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;it's enough&lt;br /&gt;to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;believe the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these yrs&lt;br /&gt;oh what have u learnt?&lt;br /&gt;that we are irreplacable&lt;br /&gt;soon it'll be your turn&lt;br /&gt;these enchanted moments&lt;br /&gt;they will see us by&lt;br /&gt;it's enough for these aging seniors&lt;br /&gt;just to see you fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can u feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's enough&lt;br /&gt;for our darling altos&lt;br /&gt;to be the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nj choir. for all the flaws, is doubtlessly the best choir ever. the losses, the victories.. really, they dont matter. it's who we are at the end of the race. we are NJCHOIR. i'm glad to have been part of this. n i'm proud to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir has been a part of my life. it has taught me lots, to grow into who i am. how to be commited, responsible, and of coz confident. serene says i need more but i think i've grown to be so much better already haha. yep. farewell is not a full stop. it's a comma!! i'll just have to stop for a while, n really focus on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. God has greater things instilled for me. i have a higher calling. i thank God for all the experiences that i had, becoz it's the past that makes who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing for life.&lt;br /&gt;altos for life.&lt;br /&gt;sing to live, live to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njchoir 2004-2005&lt;br /&gt;a comma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112178489364492894?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112178489364492894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112178489364492894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112178489364492894'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;exalted above all earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glorious redeemer&lt;br /&gt;You have paid for my life&lt;br /&gt;You have gone before me&lt;br /&gt;now i walk by Your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lift my hands to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of my praise&lt;br /&gt;Jesus reigns&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i ask&lt;br /&gt;that i may dwell in&lt;br /&gt;Your house forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me this i know&lt;br /&gt;for the bible tells me so&lt;br /&gt;little ones to Him belong&lt;br /&gt;they are weak but He is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;the bible tells me so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112126526392783171?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112117317959319651</id><published>2005-07-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:59:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"can i ask you a question? how do you know that I am a Christian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's because you look like one. &lt;em&gt;You carry the presence of God&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112117317959319651?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112117317959319651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112117317959319651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112117317959319651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112117317959319651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-i-ask-you-question-how-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112066473656258835</id><published>2005-07-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:47:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>career fair today! 2 things worth mentioning. first, vj choir is on the moe scholarship goodie bag. wateva. they make it look like they were in bremen singing but obviously they weren't. haha. wateva. 2nd, mr yow was on the same paper bag too!! hahaha. wateva as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the fair just sorta reminded me of the so many options i can take in life. all the paths that i can choose. n i realise i really dont know wat i want, n i tot i knew all along. i had a dream, but nothing just seems to go right. i'm like failing my econs. n my common tests. i'm so not doing well. n i'm questioned on whether the dream i have is the real dream i have. n not initiated by my worship for fame, glory and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you,"declares the Lord," plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112066418719585730</id><published>2005-07-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:36:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did something absolutely stupid today. haha. i searched my name on google. haha. n i dont think anyone has the same name as me. yay! i'm special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so self centred. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112066418719585730?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112066418719585730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so stretched. so challenged. so tested. on my faith for Him. but somehow.. there's no stress involved in this exams. in fact i feel that this time of trial will be one of the best times i will have in all my life. i'm going to have such an adventurous walk with God. experiencing Him, and having these encounters changing into turning points in my life. just like ur physical body builds up stamina as u train, ur spiritual body does too, as u stretch ur faith. i'm going to grow like nvr before in these 6 months. but i just believe, that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is my provider.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112040047318425659?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-112002249398994461</id><published>2005-06-29T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:28:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect pitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tot it's cool. haha. to have the gift of perfect pitch. u'll nvr have to worry abt not having a keyboard while u r learning a song, n of coz not worry abt going out of pitch. haha. my pitching is getting from bad to worse recently. but i cant be bothered. i still enjoy singing anyhow. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is native to the human mind. There is not a culture on Earth that does not have it, and our brains are wired to apprehend and be moved by its magic. By contrast, absolute or perfect pitch- the ability to identify a specific musical tone without hearing it in relatio to another one- is an exceedingly rare gift, found in as few as one in 10,000 individuals in Wester Societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who possess the trait can identify the sound of an E flat or G sharp as effortlessly as anyone else can see that a fire engine is red or the sky is blue. No surprisinlgy, it is more common among musicians. Mozart had it, and so did Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what accounts for this peculiar faculty?Some research suggests the phenomenon may not be so unusual after all. Investigators at the University of Calirfornia, San ?Diegofound thath many people who speak tonal languages, such as Mandarin Chinese and Vietnamese, possess a from of absolute pitch, speaking adn repeating them days later at the same pitch. Another study forund thath 7 percent of non-Asian freshmen at the Esstman School of Music in Rochester, New York, were endowed with absolute pitch, as opposed to fully 63percent of thei Asian counterparts at the Central Consevatory of Music in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the relationship between absolute pitch and language cannot be the whole story. Not all tonal languages speakers have absolute pitch, and not all absolute pitch possessors speak tonal languages. In Japan the trait is relatively common compare with the West, and Japanese is not a tonal language. Perhaps a genetic predisposition for absloute pitch is more common among Asian populations. But a more likely explaination for it prevalence in Japan may be the value the culture places on early music training, examplified by young violinists undergoing *Suzuki Method training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* One of e training includes learning a song by ear before learning how to read e score.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from NATIONAL GEOGRPAHIC, Issue March 2005 " What's in your mind", Pg 24, article '"Perfect Pitch", and i took it from &lt;a href="http://vibrancyofvoices.blogspot.com"&gt;http://vibrancyofvoices.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-112002249398994461?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/112002249398994461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=112002249398994461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112002249398994461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/112002249398994461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-pitch.html' title='perfect pitch'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111978927643759691</id><published>2005-06-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:46:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;a" href="http://www.donghaeng.net/english/quiz/quiz.swf"&gt;http://www.donghaeng.net/english/quiz/quiz.swf&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice, touching video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like during exams. we use calculators and are 110% sure that it wont make mistake. is it harder to believe in Jesus than a calculator? mind u, one is a creator of Man, and the other man created product. Jesus has laid down His life for you n i. but whether we receiev this salvation, eternal life all depends on the choice we make. it's a CHOICE. like how we choose to use the calc during exams. we wont be penalised just coz we got some help! in the same way, God wont penalise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jn 14:6 &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.&lt;/span&gt; He's the only way to the Father!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111978927643759691?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111978927643759691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111978927643759691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111978927643759691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111978927643759691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/hrefhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111959890746120057</id><published>2005-06-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:41:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joyce Meyer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we take our concerns to the Lord in prayer and then continue to worry about them, we are mixing a positive and a negative force. Prayer is a positive force, and worry is a negative force. If we add them together, we come up with zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me one time and said, "Many people operate with zero power because they are always mixing the +ve n the -ve. They have a +ve confession for a lil' while, then a -ve confession for a lil' while. They pray for a lil' while, then they worry for a lil' while. they trust for a lil' while and they they worry for a lil' while. as a result, they juz go back n forth, never really making any progress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really true rite? wat's the point of praying if u worry after that? if u dont pray in faith?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111959890746120057?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111959890746120057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111959890746120057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111959890746120057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111959890746120057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/joyce-meyer-if-we-take-our-concerns-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111937336297416523</id><published>2005-06-22T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:24:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tried counting.. how many friends i can keep for life. just find that it's all so shallow. r friends simply people to eat complain n gossip together. or wat issit that keeps a true friendship going? fun and joy together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad God gave me so many sisses. that i know that i know that i know. i can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have them. coz i know Jesus. and i know others who sahres the same vision dream and belief. but what about those out there who doesn't? do they feel as empty as i used to? are they constantly looking and searching for an answer to fulfil their spiritual desire that they do not even know? or are they simply blinded by the worldly, temporary things many people are constantly pursuing throughout their whole life? how i wish i'm able to share the joy, the spirit that i found in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for all the brothers and sisters He had blessed me with in my life. it's so wonderful to meet and fellowship with them, and to know them by the spirit. n also to know that we're going to blessed and have each other's company for the eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111937336297416523?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111937336297416523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111937336297416523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111937336297416523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111937336297416523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/tried-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111925411717684919</id><published>2005-06-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:56:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jack Welch's Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Face reality as it is,not as it was or you wish it were 1.&lt;br /&gt;Be candid with everyone 2.&lt;br /&gt;Don't manage, lead. 3.&lt;br /&gt;Change before you have to. 4.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a competitive advantage, don't compete. 5.&lt;br /&gt;Control your own destiny or someone else will. 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems trivial rite. but he's the one of the most successful businessman in the world today. haha. so either we dont understand or he's lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111925411717684919?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111925411717684919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111925411717684919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111925411717684919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111925411717684919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/jack-welchs-rules-face-reality-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111924079738915704</id><published>2005-06-20T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:13:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111924079738915704?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111924079738915704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>came back from medan.. had fun haha. duh. everytime i go back.. it's like being treated like vips. lols. i guess it's wat they say.. shou chong ruo jing. sometimes i feel uneasy, being showered with all those love and attention my aunties and uncles dont give to my other cousins. it gives me stress too haha. i'm expected to do well and be a good example for my lil sis n bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a svc at home on fri, to commomerate ama's going to heaven a yr ago. n i really liked the analogy the worship leader gave? a family member's death is like marrying off a daughter. 1st u were sad, coz she's gonna leave u. but when u see how happy she is.. u'll share the joy that she's experiencing too. for us.. we know, that she's happily in heaven, and one day we'll join her there too. now when we shed all those tears, it's no longer tears of sorrow. but rather tears for how she has impacted our lives, changed us. she's such a succesful woman, a true inspiration to me. i thank God for her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i tot i cud study there. but i cant!! hahaha. so i'm back here early. to study.. suposedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111919848455903409?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111919848455903409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111919848455903409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111919848455903409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111919848455903409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/came-back-from-medan.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111893839174351903</id><published>2005-06-17T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:13:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feel good!! went shopping with joce today.. =) spent super duper lotsa money haha. bought some daddy's day present.. darn broke now!! bought a pair of earrings too haha. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't study today. ohh nooo. haha hu cares lah. i still feel good =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111876563741475229</id><published>2005-06-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:13:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel that emerge is not only a total tranforamtion. it's like a re-shuffling of my priorities. like. lotsa things that i really cared for.. now doesn't really matter anymore. it's like a burden lifted. n i feel freed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm free&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm changed&lt;br /&gt;my sins are washed&lt;br /&gt;i'm free&lt;br /&gt;coz Your truth has set me free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111876563741475229?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111868058713643656</id><published>2005-06-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:37:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He speaks</title><content type='html'>i've been praying that He reveals His plan in my life. for me to find out the exact marketplace spot for me to dwell in. so that His will be done rather than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed."-Proverbs 16:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you,"declares the Lord," plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed. what am i even worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;each step by faith&lt;br /&gt;to live by faith&lt;br /&gt;i put my trust in You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111868058713643656?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111868058713643656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111868058713643656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111868058713643656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111868058713643656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-speaks.html' title='He speaks'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111858785538679210</id><published>2005-06-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:50:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling so blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm feeling so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE SHEPHERD OF MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE BROUGHT ME TO YOUR CHAMBER&lt;br /&gt;MY MASTER AND KING&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIGHT UP MY DARKNESS&lt;br /&gt;AND GAVE ME YOUR WORD&lt;br /&gt;THAT YOU'LL NEVER FORSAKE ME&lt;br /&gt;NOR NO EVER WILL LEAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found the 2nd verse lyrics at g4c. yay! anointed, anointed song =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pst preached abt dreams n visions again. yay! love it when he talks abt it. that our ability always corresponds to the level of our dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been praying for God to speak to me abt the dream. juz wanna make sure the dream is from God. n where to study blah3. i need His help in deciding!! (dont wanna go overseas actually. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111858785538679210?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111858785538679210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111858785538679210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111858785538679210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111858785538679210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-feeling-so-blessed.html' title='i&apos;m feeling so blessed.'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111840264841022507</id><published>2005-06-10T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:35:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to study!! mug mug mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that there r lotsa stuffs that i dont know. esp for physics n econs. sigh. n realised there r so little ppl tt i can ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading blogs recently.. like reading some, positive, encouraging ones.. esp if they r children of God. =) read some others simply coz i'm interested. found some of them changing. as in, the focus of their lives. some pursuing some stuffs that r so temporary, like i used to hav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i lsot my voice. haha. but i thank God that i lost it only today. yay! it's really a no wonder haha. all those screamings, shoutings n cryings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to study =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111840264841022507?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111840264841022507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111840264841022507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111840264841022507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111840264841022507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-to-study-mug-mug-mug-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111838044352758842</id><published>2005-06-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:40:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer I</title><content type='html'>i've never experienced so much of God in my life. He just came, and then came, and then came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days had been such a great experience. presence n more presence. n it seems like &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the more we drink the water, the thirstier we become.&lt;/span&gt; the more i experience Him, the more i long for Him. i already missed emerge. but i want to, and i will, experience the same kind of presence every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila kubuka mataku&lt;br /&gt;dan lihat wajah-Mu&lt;br /&gt;kuterkagum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila kulihat hidupku&lt;br /&gt;dan karya tangan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;kutersanjung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karna semua yang baik&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;itulah karya-Mu&lt;br /&gt;kau bri k'sempatan yang baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ku-ingin mengenalMu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;lebih dalam dari s'mua yang kukenal&lt;br /&gt;tiada kasih yang melebihi-Mu&lt;br /&gt;ku ada untuk menjadi penyembah-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great song isnt it? the song tt more than half the audi did not even understand, yet could touch their lives. i guess this is wat is called there's no english chinese indonesian when u r worshipping. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's only one language. that's the language of worship.&lt;/span&gt; it's so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sentence that gonna change my life: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lord i give u my all, in exchange for all of You. it's no longer I who live, but You who lives in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pst sun's fave sentence, now mine too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such an inspiration to me. shown me what serving God is really about. not just a ministry, not me telling God wat i wanna do for HIm, but He telling me wat i should do that will please Him. no matter how much she dislike her job, she knows, that that is God's will in her life. n that's wat keeps her going. a vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i had turned my face from Thee&lt;br /&gt;yet You sought me and You cleanse me&lt;br /&gt;made me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my savior my beloved and friend&lt;br /&gt;my praises i bring&lt;br /&gt;from my heart i sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o draw me o draw me away&lt;br /&gt;messiah today&lt;br /&gt;in Your presence to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Jesus now change me&lt;br /&gt;and mould me&lt;br /&gt;that i can be&lt;br /&gt;evermore true to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the 1st time i'm hearing pst's msgs, like the one on youths n mtv, n the other one on the Holy Spirit and experiencing Him. yet, it's still as impactful and relevant as ever. in fact, this time it came at the right time, right place and right state of mind to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the svc i pledged my heart to Christ forever, to nvr forsake Him, nvr grow cold, and to seek Him every single day. i promised, to always make room for God, n lay down the 4 things necessary in a room. a bed, a table, a chair and a lampstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know He's able to use me in a great way. i want Him to use me. at the end of day 2 pst asked all the zone pastors and supervisors wat they want God to do in their zones. how many members can they believe God for. as each one of them received and said their visions out, i see faith. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;faith is not the absence of doubt but an act inspite of doubt.&lt;/span&gt; n i asked myself, how many ppl can i believe God for. in my school, my class n social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just happened to open sun's journal i nvr read today, and read this: from sites of nature;s beauty to opulent palaces of late emperors... people r naturally attracted to greatness. form the 7 wonders of the world to feats of modern architecture... where greatness resides, the crowds gather.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; we r drawn to greatness because we r made for greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;time flies when u r in the presence of God. svc was supposed to start at 7.30 but i think it started at 6.45. at 8 we were still praising n worshipping. (i think. not that i looked at the watch all the time) we finished at 11.30. n it felt sooo short. well it shows how much i enjoyed myself. n i havn lost my voice!! yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sooo proud of jc cluster for winning the champion cluster =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;krystle&lt;/strong&gt;: u rock!! spoke with so much conviction, n u know wat? i almost teared when i heard the testi u gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yang hong&lt;/strong&gt;: u rock too =) for caring so much, putting so much effort. so proud of u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sihui&lt;/strong&gt;: u r our champion!! i believe in greater breakthru God has laid in front of u, for ur studies. for ur family =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111838044352758842?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111838044352758842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111838044352758842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111838044352758842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111838044352758842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-longer-i.html' title='no longer I'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111816407028751698</id><published>2005-06-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:07:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EmeRge: ExtRaoRdiNaRy! Day 1.</title><content type='html'>wat pst kong said was right. emerge did rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHC rox. it's the coolest place on the planet. it's cool. minus drugs. minus sex. minus smoke. plus anointing. plus presence. plus power!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left sg for oz for one week. n i didn't know i missed it sooo much. He fed, quenched, filled me. looove His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 today.. n i thank God for aunt yuzhen to have woken up so early just to send me to church =) reached at 7, started queuing.. we weren't the 1st one to be there, but we queued at the right place!! =) so we were FIRST on the queue. thank God again. haha. it's my 1st time =) yep so we managed to get into the hall, get good seats. thank God for that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pst preached abt youths during the 1st session. how youths r the grp of ppl tt makes the best disciples coz of the openness of mind, willingness to be molded by Christ. which means, our frens, hu r also youths, r open to the gospel!! n he told us how wat we r doing now in our schools n campuses gonna affect the whole nation, the whole world in the future. a friend tt we're reaching out to might just be the next president hu can eventually influence millions if not billions of ppl! then after the sermon pst prayed for the schools, and God's presence fell so strongly the in place. (4got to bring tissue!! arhh my eyes hurt.) i could feel all the students in the place feeling the burden so strongly for the schools. (&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NJC revival&lt;/span&gt;!! =P) then he asked us to fill in the blanks when he said "revival gonna come in ________________"&lt;br /&gt;i screamed my heart out: N-J-C!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep. God's presence. fire lighted up. revival!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime after lunch. most were good haha. esp the girl singing alicia keys' if i ain't got u. flawless!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talentime we chiong-ed to level 1 to queue. or rather find the queue. quite irritated by usher hu obviously didnt' know wat's going on but tried to control us. then me got seperated from the members n joce. waited at level 4 for so long, let so many ppl went past me when i realised they were q-ing at another staircase. so angry n irritated. i had to q alone n by the time the q was almost at level 4. i tot i had to go to the overflow room le. i didn't want to be. anyway.God sorta spoke to me. that He can touch me any part of the hall, the buiding i'm in! the minute i realise that zhenyi n meiqi joined me. so i wasn alone after all haha. we thot if we cant get into the hall it's okay. thank God for that. =) anyway. it was hot there. haha. not as exag as joce's staircase where there were water vapour at the ceiling -.- but it was HOT. squeezy. esp when the ppl behind n in front of me decided to sit down. on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we managed to get into the hall. b4 joce they all hu were q-ing at lvel 1. (huh rite? but praise God=P) we managed to get 3 good seats despite getting there late. so thank God again. =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the session. started alright with everyone excited again. then during worship pst told us sth abt worship. sometimes our brain moves in a hurry. but during worship our heart slows down to move at a slower pace, n our brain needs to slow down too! esp during this kinda youth meetings, most of the time we let our excitement take over. we rushed thru everything, w/o even looking at wat our hearts r trying to feel. when they start moving together then we can start clicking with the Holy Spirit, n move together in the presence of God, experiencing Him. we're in no hurry to let's take our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we did. n He felt so real!! =) then it was pos. the trio played again, they were really good. nvr knew er hu goes with guitar haha. n the other drummy instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes the msg, abt spiritual hunger. how God can take a mediacre person. n use him, to shine for His glory. eg Mary over Martha, Joshua over Caleb, David over Saul etc. just coz they had the spiritual hunger. to come b4 Him WHEN EVERYONE'S AWAY. sigh. i want the hunger too. then he spoke abt how to cultivate them n stuffs.. too tired to type everything haha. do it tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the presence again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm sooo proud of the jc cluster, for pulling thru the whole pos performance. u guys did great. n no matter wat the results r, jc cluster still rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111816407028751698?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111816407028751698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111816407028751698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111816407028751698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111816407028751698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/emerge-extraordinary-day-1.html' title='EmeRge: ExtRaoRdiNaRy! 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from kangaroo, horses, cows, claves, lambs, chickens, ducks, to peacocks!! peacocks r wild though, they fly inside the house.diff ways of feeding each animal, all interesting =) i shaved the wools for a sheep too. kinda cool. no not cool literally. the wool is warm. from the body heat of the sheep i think. n oily. haha. mom says the oil is good for the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/7033/20050605australianexperience00.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/5373/20050605australianexperience1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/2130/20050605australianexperience2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.echo.cx/my.php?image=20050605australianexperience17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/4488/20050605australianexperience17.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horses.. hard to capture the moment he eats from our hand coz he eats so quickly! this is a good one though.. can see carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/7609/20050605australianexperience5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/1354/20050605australianexperience6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milked cows.. even phine!! haha amazing huh. it was quite gross. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/8013/20050605australianexperience7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://img226.echo.cx/my.php?image=20050605australianexperience8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/2257/20050605australianexperience8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was feeding the calves. while sucking from the bottle they kinda pull it towards themselves. so it was kinda heavy n mom has to help jess. then it happens that mom's pants had some cows printed on it. the calf tot it's her fren? haha. started sucking the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.echo.cx/my.php?image=20050605australianexperience9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/4210/20050605australianexperience9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding the ducks!! kinda scary the way they chiong towards u haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/6097/20050605australianexperience01.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chickens, collected eggs. found sexual discrimination here again. in one henhouse there can only be one rooster n unlimited hens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/8452/20050605australianexperience12.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lambs!! there's this small lamb tt's so cute!! but he nvr manage to get the food.. he was sorta scared of ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.echo.cx/my.php?image=20050605australianexperience10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/4323/20050605australianexperience10.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice farm that we stayed at for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/9412/20050605australianexperience11.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne riding the horse. she's so tiny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/5532/20050605australianexperience13.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaving wool.. it's warm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lotsa theme parks, but none comparable to the disneylands n universal studios. one surprising thing is joanne is able to ride on most of the rides!! she's so tiny tt i have to hold on her so tight for each ride. hahs. she enjoys the flume rides best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/8807/20050605australianexperience15.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're actually 4 ppl -.- jo's too short n phine too scared haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach was fantastic!! waves and more waves. seeing ourselves sinking deeper n deeper into sand as they r corroded away.. (details ask serene) haha. it seems fake at times. the sound sounds like it's prerecorded loh! great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/5597/20050605australianexperience02.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/2614/20050605australianexperience16.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i think oz ppl love spongebob. got so much of it till i wanna vomit. though patrtick's cutie~~ even sq seems to hav gotten the company to sponsor the kids' toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.echo.cx/img226/631/20050605australianexperience14.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick is soooo cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt tt sq got more than just apple juice and soft drinks for drinks. hahahha. there r like 5 types of tea? i tried 3. with biscuits dipped in. hmm.. no wonder i felt so bloated when i reached singapore. n hot too!! how can anyone even survive here???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111798629415597950?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111798629415597950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111798629415597950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111798629415597950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111798629415597950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/06/ozzie-trip.html' title='ozzie trip'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111718587544869441</id><published>2005-05-27T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:24:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If freedom of speech is a priviledge. people will be more tactful of what they have to say. If there is nothing nice to say, then don't say it at all. -mystical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now playing: sound of silence by byc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111718587544869441?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111718587544869441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111718587544869441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111718587544869441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111718587544869441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111703020906143111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111703020906143111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111703020906143111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111703020906143111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/golden-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111701501657398286</id><published>2005-05-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:56:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;look at people not as who they are, but what they can be. i really think i'm not doing enough. there's so much to do. so many people to talk to. but i'm not perfect myself. what right do i have to criticise others? even if i mean well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111701501657398286?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111701501657398286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111681703783839085</id><published>2005-05-23T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:57:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the msg that really impacted me wasn like the bulk of the sermon yst. but i really felt it for me. from Luke 10, where it says.. u muz 1st bless a person's life b4 u tell them abt God. i think God is speaking to me abt my evangelism ways, how i've been reaching out yet to no avail. i havn been enough a blessing, an encouragement in my class, in choir, in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bulk was good too! it's just so true, n my mom's cell grp member actually said that he has been waiting for someone to preach abt this for 30 yrs. haha. the msg is a renewed vision for the church. no more going away. we stay where we are!! we  stay where God has put us in, schools, jobs... n do things He wants us to. =) the church should not only reach out to family and religion, but also other pillars in society. government, businesses, arts, media. everyone has a part to play, as we begin to take influential position by God's grace, we're able to influence people's lives. this is where i felt that aunt bertha has been doing so well in. svcs in the office, has been a blessing to many staffs n workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k-ed yst!! had fun yeps. but seems like i wasted 3 hrs. haha. lalachan dont get too jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111681703783839085?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111681703783839085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>have i been a good fren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been there when she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;tried to hear her heart.&lt;br /&gt;tried to still be there even when she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;said she looks good. despite flaws.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up late juz to hear her talk.&lt;br /&gt;believe in friends forever. our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad coz i have you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;edited from tine's blog. thx dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have the tendency to flaunt wat they have. or even what they dont have. sigh. am i flaunting too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111668565334928368?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111668565334928368/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111659402894851362</id><published>2005-05-20T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:00:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A's is sooo coming.</title><content type='html'>i'm getting worried abt a's. i need to study but i'm not. i havn even really started revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing my schedule now.. but i dont even seem to know wat's tested for jct. arhhh. stressed up. seems easy to fit everything into the dates.. but will i keep it? i dunt hav much time. 4 weeks minus emerge, minus family holiday? i know dad really wants me to go but hols plus emerge will take up like half of my june hols!! tt's crazy. n i'm NOT going to miss emerge for the world. sigh. then again.. i dun want dad to think i'm putting church more impt than him. i still want him saved. wat am i gonna do? arhhh. oh God i need U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a concert haha. but i guess everything will turn out better without. like now.. no more choir. i feel so much more relaxed. esp coz i'm able to finish my work on time now. w/o concert.. i'll probably be able to prepare for jct better. n mr chan is like 4ever reminding us how impt june hols is!! i know how impt but i juz dun feel the importance. haha. i know it sounds weird. but i juz dun feel the urgency to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll ask mimi frosty n gang to form a study group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huever hu's reading... pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111659402894851362?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111659402894851362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>alto sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ok we were supposed to meet at 2, but serene sms-ed me the prev night to say tt she cant meeet till like 3. so we changed the time, assuming that the other person will tell rx. haha. but none of us did so she had to wait n wait, n finally call me juz to find out tt i'm still outside on my way home after church. so i told her to go to my house 1st n wait for me there? sorry rx =x then at abt 3 we went to buy drinks together. dad went back home with the drinks n we waited for ser. she's soooo late haha. yep then we shopped for salad n brownie stuff, chips n ben n jerry's =) tt's when i found out ser is the perfect mom. hahas. then we went to meet rhoda n mavis at bk. they just ate a meal each -.- tt's like 4 o clock? oh great hu's gonna eat my over-ordered-50-otah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha. anyway. we walked home n started cooking!! realised i cant cook. haha. trx read the instructions wrongly 320F for 320C. so we were doing the salad halfway when we started thinking we smell sth burning. actually i tot the burnt part tasted quite good too. haha. then we prepared for the salad, boiling the carrots, cutting apples, peeling lettuce etc. i helped cut carrots!! =) we had fun haha. cudn stop nibbling on the food, but the grape did quite sth on my ulcer. ouchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a while later everyone start coming in. lee min had a funny story on the indian my neighbour. hahaha. we started bbq-ing n eating non-stop for 3+ hrs. ruth n chris were very creative.. they bbq the cheese we bought together with the sausages (sozakis according to ruth) n it tasted good !! aside from the saltiness. so we ate, talked, ate somemore, talked somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everyone except those staying over had to go home. mich shux cheryl ser ju rhoda decided to swim so me rx mavis went upstairs to do puzzle. then i gave up n went online while the 2 of them continues. rx is sooo patient with it haha. she like completed the whole sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;at 12 the neighbour with sensitive ear drums called n says we're too noisy. so they had to stop swimming. after bathing we watched les choristes. it was good haha. there's this v cute boy that sings soprano better than a girl. haha. n he can sing scales. unlike the rest -.- there was this other boy hu's the assistant music director tt's super cute!! haha. the music stand was funny too. the movie was good overall. good music too. though i hated staring at the screen all the time to read subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;after the movie mich rhoda mavis went up to my room to sleep. those left r all yr 2s. we talked n ate ben n jerry's. the new york fudge flavour.. hmm looks good but i was too full so i didn eat. we wanted to gossip but nj couples r like so deprived. we ended up toking abt nj teachers scandals haha. n ms lim too. we crapped things like if one day ms lim n mr kwei gets married the choir will be world's largest choir. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we went back to watch camp. act i dunno whether i'm tired or the movie is boring. i fell asleep rite in the beginning. so i didn't tell them to sleep in joanne's room!! i woke up at abt 7.30 seeing them in movie room n rx ser outside. i felt sooo sorry =( then i went to joce's room to cont sleeping till abt 10.50. we woke up brush up then took some photos near the hut. then we had small little chat abt choir stuff like wat song blah3. went out to eat crystal jade. saw stefni n the gang there but she didn't see me. after eating said bye n i went home. i felt quite empty actually. haha. like.. cant believe it's over.. had to go back to school!! haha. bad english thruout the whole blog but i cant really be bothered. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every good thing eventually has to come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111631642827716959?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111631642827716959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111631642827716959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111631642827716959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111631642827716959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/alto-sleepover.html' title='alto sleepover'/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111623949909531722</id><published>2005-05-16T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:12:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jac, your Super IQ score is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;141&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The way you think about things makes you an Intuitive Investigator. This means you have multiple talents and can do anything you set your mind to. You're able to detect numerical patterns easily and are able to grasp the true complexity of the world, both in its details and in a more abstract form. You've got a sharp logical mind and are adept at using words to get even a difficult point across. The combination of all these things makes you truly brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How did we determine that your thinking style is that of an Intuitive Investigator? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you an Intuitive Investigator. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111623949909531722?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111623949909531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111623949909531722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111623949909531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111623949909531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/jac-your-super-iq-score-is-141-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111623860314166192</id><published>2005-05-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:12:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm not infected with TB!! haha praise the Lord!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111623860314166192?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111623860314166192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111623860314166192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111623860314166192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111623860314166192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-not-infected-with-tb-haha-praise.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111622559915376348</id><published>2005-05-16T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:06:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much things happen over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat there was college day. it's our very last performance with the choir, n i'm glad we did well. set aside all the technical things. we felt together. i felt relaxed, i felt good. i guess there isn't the burden n pressure to do well like the syf. but oh well it's all over. choir is over, n it's time to focus on other stuffs, time to move on. there will always be memories. i love u choir. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lim talked abt syf.. but it felt kinda numb. i think i feel more for NJChoir than the syf itself. hu cares abt all the rumours abt nj getting a low gold. vjc getting highest gwh. i mean. we heard all these from vj. haha. wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sun pst phil was so good! though my leg was kinda numb from sitting on stage -.- haha but i'm serving the Lord!! i really liked it when he says worship is not worship when He's the 1st. worship only becomes worship when He's the ONLY ONE. i want Him to be the only one in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki fletcher (pronounced as flasher--i'm not copying from geh min =P) was fantastic!! she's one of the best live singer i've ever seen. think she'll win american idol anytime. haha. style, pitch, breath, VOICE. she has it all. haha. she's like so super cool, playing the guitar n singing at the same time. n she doesn seem to hav a changing register. haha. not that i know of. anyway joce bought the cd so i get to enjoy it too~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was alto sleepover. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;altos rock.&lt;/span&gt; had lotsa fun preparing the food, lotsa fun cooking, lotsa fun eating, lotsa fun chit chatting/gossiping, lotsa fun singing, lotsa fun playing...&lt;br /&gt;thx cheryl, shux, mich, trx, screw, ju, rhoda, mavis for staying over.. though some slept halfway.. but i had lotsa fun watching n talking~~ we cud do with slightly more in depth chats? abt the choir n stuff.. instead of juz gossiping abt the ppl n ms lim. haha. i guess some ppl r not v comfortable. we still had fun!! thx guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna check for tb later. haha. i dont wanna get TB!! aneh eugene they all kanna lah~~ haha.. pray for me yeps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111622559915376348?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111622559915376348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111622559915376348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111622559915376348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111622559915376348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-much-things-happen-over-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111590459525017129</id><published>2005-05-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:29:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things God wont ask</title><content type='html'>01. God won't ask what kind of car you drove; He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;02. God won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;03. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped clothe.&lt;br /&gt;04. God won't ask what your highest salary was, He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;05. God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;06. God won't ask how many friends you had, He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;07. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;08. God won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;09. God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;10. God won't ask how many people you forwarded this to, He'll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; moments, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt; God.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Difficult&lt;/span&gt; moments,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; seek&lt;/span&gt; God.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt; moments, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; God.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Painful&lt;/span&gt; moments, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; God.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt;  moment,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; thank&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111588326393767050</id><published>2005-05-12T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:34:23.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how to get rid of the windows media player bar? i've tried all ways. haha. i'm juz a comp-diot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good rehearsal.. whitby seems quite happy with the overall performance, other than the guitar swaying. haha i tot the wya he says it was kinda funny. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can wear our gowns for college day!! it's sooo much better than the red ang-baos =) i mean at least we can MOVE. i was thinking how we can move for 'lai dao' and 'dondang' parts. haha. n he's also rite when he says he doesn like our mikyo. i mean. i dont like it either =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good day generally. but i hope God shows me someone tt i can reach out to tml =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111588326393767050?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111588326393767050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111588326393767050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111588326393767050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111588326393767050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-get-rid-of-windows-media-player.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111573500878116403</id><published>2005-05-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:05:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jac is on par with the class for tuts. hepi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tan scolded the class for not handing up essay last fri. well i wud hav felt she's wasting time any other day, but today.. somehow her msg came across well. i was kinda convinced tt it's our fault. in fact i feel quite bothered. irritated by the ppl who doesn do their work n come for tuts n try to digest the qs while listening to the ans being discussed. it's coz of these ppl tt we're actually moving at a very slow pace lah. econs, maths, phy. tt's 3 out of 4 teachers tt's asking for make up lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;come on guys wake up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dint feel well after i reached home. i think it's the weather. sigh but this shudn be an excuse for missing pst phil pringle's conference tonight. watched it online, still blessed by the msg, yet.. how i wish i were there!! everyone looks so blessed, enjoying the presence of God tt must be so tangible every moment.. they look so blessed n i dont hav =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll hav faith i can experience it in my own room too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalachan told me to play this game.. &lt;a href="http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html"&gt;petals around the rose &lt;/a&gt;somehow reminded of germany, where ben 1st played the game with us =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111573500878116403?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111573500878116403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111573500878116403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111573500878116403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111573500878116403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/jac-is-on-par-with-class-for-tuts.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111563599361996040</id><published>2005-05-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:00:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;njchoir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;memories -- bremen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=mslimaltos2zg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.echo.cx/img211/2053/mslimaltos2zg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=militing9pt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=frogscaughtintherain5op.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.echo.cx/img211/1/frogscaughtintherain5op.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=germanchoir8ar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.echo.cx/img211/2459/germanchoir8ar.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=dscn19506yg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.echo.cx/img211/6265/dscn19506yg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y162/sweet_honeys/oly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;syf 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.echo.cx/my.php?image=dsci00597yj5rq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.echo.cx/img211/1446/dsci00597yj5rq.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111562357780716720</id><published>2005-05-09T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:42:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jac MUST study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrhhh teach me how to get sleep out of my head. or sunset. or high. i was like, trying to sleep? haha luckily sophie's method works. i kept repeating a person's name n somehow it got me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day.. i was somewat reminded of sunset. somehow. or rather i kept linking eveyrthing to the lyrics. haha. like.. when ningru talks abt a bird n its nest. n when eugene said 'hui jia la'. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must stop. i mean. life has to go on. i shudn stop at last wednesday. though an excuse i tot of is there's still college day. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had half day today!! (more of 2/3 day) haha. effectively i only miss econs lecture. but it's ok i'm still glad i missed it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to think i cant organise my thoughts. i'm like.. writing bits n pieces of everything. sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111562357780716720?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111562357780716720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111562357780716720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111562357780716720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111562357780716720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/jac-must-study.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111548393838792400</id><published>2005-05-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:38:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." -2 Timothy 4:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to say that too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111548393838792400?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111548393838792400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111548393838792400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111548393838792400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111548393838792400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-fought-good-fight-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111543365188254216</id><published>2005-05-07T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T07:20:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh n of coz for qianjin's foot too. i thank Him for listening to our prayers. i thank Him for the healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the next thing i'm looking out for: ALTO's sleepover!!! 22-23 may. gonna enjoy myself. =) altos rox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111543365188254216?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111543365188254216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111543365188254216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111543365188254216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111543365188254216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-n-of-coz-for-qianjins-foot-too.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111543334151939731</id><published>2005-05-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:11:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talked to zhenyi yst. n i realised how much i missed His presence. how dry i've been. yes i've been praying, reading the bible n stuff. but it has been days since i actually come before Him n seek Him face to face, experience Him. i miss His presence. i guess all these gold thingie took me away from Him somehow. read qianjin's blog, n i'm sooo glad i read it. it just reminded me of all the things God has done all these while. 1stly, all the prayer meetings we had for the choir. i just feel so strengthened every single time we prayed together. n i know. it's the strength from Him. it's the same strength, the same peace of God that pulled us through the stage too. how could we have been so calm, so focused? nj choir. we're always never us, nvr our standard when we come on stage. but how cud we hav been so focused on stage? i rmb zhenyi's prayer for me the night b4. "God i pray for peace...." n i knew why. i really really have to thank God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i lift up the gold into ur hands. it's an award given to us. it's not a consolation. n i thank U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're close to tears remember&lt;br /&gt;some day it'll all be over&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's darker than December&lt;br /&gt;What's ahead is a different colour&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day remember the ways&lt;br /&gt;We were so close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how we've made it through and then,&lt;br /&gt;End of the day remember the way&lt;br /&gt;Step so close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Remember it was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;always keep me flying high&lt;br /&gt;on the wings in the sky of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time you started,&lt;br /&gt;doing what we've always wanted&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause even the impossible&lt;br /&gt;Is easy when we got each other&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day remember the ways&lt;br /&gt;We were so close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how we've made it through and then,&lt;br /&gt;End of the day remember the way&lt;br /&gt;Step so close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Remember it was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause we are gonna be (forever)&lt;br /&gt;forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;always keep me flying high&lt;br /&gt;on the wings in the sky of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111543334151939731?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111539105928723713</id><published>2005-05-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:50:59.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to tok abt choir again. haha i'll drop it next week. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sung all the oldies today!!! though there were only 4 sops singing 3 parts, tenors were msotly off (sorry guys) n 15 of us singing abt 14 parts, it felt soooo good!!! =) it felt like last year. ohh how i miss bremen. kazeyo~~ kumoyo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whitbey (dont know how to spell) was having pms today. he's like. picking on the choir lors. walaw as if it's our fault tt we dint warm up. had split sounds. i mean, he said he dont really care abt the quality of the items we r performing today!! so we assumed a bronze sound was good enough *rolls eyes* apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm glad weekend is here, had a long n tiring week, with syf n stuff. lotsa catching up to do!! n i hav a good testi to share tml =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111539105928723713?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111539105928723713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111539105928723713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111539105928723713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111539105928723713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-to-tok-abt-choir-again.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111529278847756700</id><published>2005-05-05T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:38:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>presenting to u... njc choir... gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw assuring smiles from some friends on parade square, trying to give the 'i know how u feel' look. somehow i felt okay. haha. gold. it's s gold =) anwyay after that we went up to the atrium to get our bags. someone started, sen.... ja.... ka.... la.... the whole choir juz stood there to sing the whole song. noone even cares abt the bell, the teachers hu might hav started tutorials or lectures.. we SANG. there wasn any details, crescendo or dim, but i could feel the spirit, the togetherness, the unity of the choir. tears started rolling down our cheeks (mine at least). it's not coz of the result. it's thinking of what we had gone through as a choir togetehr, the thick and the thins. it's working towards that goal we once shared together. now it's over. choir has and will always be a part of my lfie. oh. wat will i do without it?? i didn't know how much I had enjoyed working with the choir till i heard those chords in sunset... ohh senjakala senjakala tai yang xia shan la kita balik ruma~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get the gold with honours. but we got a gold with pride =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111529278847756700?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111524999886458465</id><published>2005-05-05T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:39:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the judges wudn have given 3 gwh in a row i guess. even if we sing our best. face it. we r not the standard of vjchoir--not the musical part but rather techincal. i guess we realised our mistake too late? we had been too focused on overall feel of the song over split notes n chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we got a GOLD!! come on choir, it's a gold =) cheer up yeps? we r WINNERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nvr seen the choir more united. on our way back, we did countless cheers n sung lotsa old songs tt might hav bored the yr 1s. tsubasa (i still think our tsubasa in glocke was better than aj's). bogoro. rainbow. lonesome road. adam. frog. it felt so warm. so ONE. think that's one very important thing we learnt thru everything - unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one regret is not hearing tjc choir's sunset. i really wanted to listen to ms tham's interpretation. maybe i'll go to their concert? lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111524999886458465?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/feeds/111524999886458465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616146&amp;postID=111524999886458465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111524999886458465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616146/posts/default/111524999886458465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolonger-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/judges-wudn-have-given-3-gwh-in-row-i.html' title=''/><author><name>j.a.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781602493226588555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111519747526904435</id><published>2005-05-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:04:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005 SYF Central Judging (Choral)&lt;br /&gt;Gold with Honours: ACJC VJC HCI AJC&lt;br /&gt;Gold: NJC RJC TPJC MJC TJC&lt;br /&gt;Silver n bronze: all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats choir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616146.post-111519713793652133</id><published>2005-05-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:58:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national junior college.. gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cudn help but felt a little disappointed. we knew we weren't our best today. harahei was just not there lah. although sleep was good. sunset wasn tt wonderful either. yet... there's this little hope deep down me... for the honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav nth to say abt 3 out of 4 of the gold with honours awarded. acjc is a duh. i mean.. they r supposed to be good. vjc was interesting, together n focused. hwa chong was very good that day i heard. but for ajc.. i might be a little biased, but i actually felt tt we r comparable to them. well their tsubasa was out of tune, messy n not together. the girls were weak at their high notes.. fantastic tenors though. i cudn help thinking if yj weren late, if we r not stuck in between the 2 best choirs, if we had had ajc's slot in the competition... we cud hav gotten the gold with honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just being a sore loser.. sighs. well it's over. gold is not that bad. they wun give 3 gold with honours to the 1st 3 choirs tt performed rite?? ok stop being such a sore. i still need to thank God for the gold. well rj choir was good too. they got a gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most impt thing is, we made music on stage, enjoyed ourselves, n i dun think any of the year 2s will leave the choir with any regrets. =P we love u choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111519713793652133?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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last competition, last actual performance with njc choir. maybe my last performance with a choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's tomorrow. we had a last practise today, n ms lim seems happy. i guess there's no point scolding us today anyway. yeps the comp is tml!! arhhhh so exciting. but i think i'm sorta prepared for the worst, n wateva tt gonna happen, will happen. it might not be the best attitude, but i really wanna hand everything into God's hand. yeah, dun worry so much abt the resutls choir. juz go up stage and MAKE MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i ate some chili today. told myself not to but.. aiyah juz cant help it. i'll make it up by gobbling lotsa pi pa gao, vit c and barley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616146-111511750427063401?l=nolonger-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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