<?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-7866384</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:33:12.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven on earth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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>630</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-5628675272269959279</id><published>2009-02-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:59:53.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;heeeeee heeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the sister's getting married in like some months time and monday was the photoshoooooot *piang piang* so lets seeee :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaVztgoKCHYAAGklCNk1/IMG-1644.JPG?et=Vd%2CawN76EQRmCh%2CPIXRlQw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;this was the morning that we woke up to :) or actually, that i woke up too haha because i woke up FIRST! and with my good photography skills i managed to catch this beautiful photo from our balcony HAAAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;anyway daddy drove us over to mr.angzxzxzx house :) and we waited for a verrryyyyyyy long time until i went mad in the car.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV0qAoKCHYAAAKNALs1/2008XxXx-019.jpg?et=0e6VIB%2Cmjm9TiyWVjvEW5w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;and so i stuffed myself into the boot! :) but it was quite spacious and comfortable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;after that, many exciting things happened which i shall not mention MUAHAHAHA because i am kind and want to help you bear more fruits of the spirit - patience :) you will just have to wait till the wedding day :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;and then after that photoshoot we went a little mad. so this is what became of us!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV2MAoKCHYAACVL0IQ1/IMG-1758.JPG?et=Ivdg8p%2CnKxr7G94sURNR4Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV2ggoKCHYAAC8j@GE1/IMG-1760.JPG?et=XM799d%2Cerryd9jkO6%2BNrEg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV23woKCHYAAD4ELX01/IMG-1775.JPG?et=HPTC%2Bz0MYOF9rxfiBZbdWQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;and before long, we became sad and emo :( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV3bwoKCHYAAEkjWlY1/IMG-1778.JPG?et=YlBmm9%2BEMk6XWVpEwIpQ%2BQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;because we were so emo, we got headaches too...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV32AoKCHYAAFJ1flY1/IMG-1779.JPG?et=xBVvCyxF%2Bq3JFxXJw6po1g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;but then, mr.angzxzxzxzxzxzxz said, "let's go to adam road for dinner!" and we were miraculously healed of our headaches and emo left us forever :) and we were so happy again!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaV4gAoKCHYAAGECYnc1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaV4gAoKCHYAAGECYnc1/IMG-1781.JPG?et=2gDr%2BGzIVyR8K1VxdyaY9g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;:) so we went to adam road for dinner.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;THE END OF THE PHOTOSHOOT DAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;and i am happy to know that my mere existence brings such joy to my Father :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5628675272269959279?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5628675272269959279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5628675272269959279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5628675272269959279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5628675272269959279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5364000156572043329</id><published>2009-02-16T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:13:35.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i is aliveeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;yah if you thought the prolonged absence meant otherwise, you're wrong HURHUR:) just abit more stretched than usual but it's a good thing :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;thank God for a really good time at the BBQ on 13feb! too much food and too little time! am sooo lookin forward to the next party:) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;anyhow, work has been exceedingly urgh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;22 kids and a non-existent form teacher = OVERWORKED UNDERPAID BOK:( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;double/triple work load for me. there's only so much a can do with so many kids in so little time so help me God because the parents expect A LOT and i've given up trying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;let favour and wisdom flow. that's all i can count on now! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;:( dont want to reach home after 9pm everyday anymore. i'm tired and i want to sleep AT 9pm, and not on the bus lor. OT everyday is no joke, but i really got no choice this time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;haha at times like this i'm glad i dont drive, i'd probably fall asleep at the wheel and cause a massive jam on the whichever expressway takes me home fastest. so scary ok! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;the other day i saw the accident outside the bus interchange. so bloody. poor man, who ask him to jay walk!! but then again, looking at the state he was in, he might have been crossing the traffic light but kena bang until fly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;HAHA omg lah. i cant believe i saw a dead body. yucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;AHH WHEN IS THE NEXT PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!!!! FASTER COME!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZmQawoKCHYAAAvzH8A1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZmQawoKCHYAAAvzH8A1/P19-01-09-17.04.jpg?et=BS3QjF5ooQKlZG9daiLjug&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;okay lah, i like to go to work lah :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5364000156572043329?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5364000156572043329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5364000156572043329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5364000156572043329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5364000156572043329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-is-aliveeee.html' title='i is aliveeee!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4463362257303800042</id><published>2009-01-26T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:20:38.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world turns blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;been a long time since i've been here man and i've got many random thoughts in my head man =D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;anyhow, life's been good. haha been a lil' bored after the wedding with no wedding to plan, but then came two other events and the sister's wedding :) haha yes He knows me best :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;thank God for sean&amp;nikki the GohPohs :) heehee the wedding was amazing. thank You Jesus for making it good beyond imagination :) thank God for perfect timing as well. this has got to be like the best couple to work with :)) hahahah ahh i miss you guys man :D we shld get coffee again soon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;haha, work is, well, haha work. loving the kids lah, though some days i would like to keel them all haaa thank God though for colleagues who keep me sane :) thank You Jesus for more lunch time madness! i'd go mad without that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;okk, christmas was good, new year was very good haha, cny is also good! =D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;:) finally meeting up with the old gang was very very good :D amazing how we've all changed so much yet have remained the same in more ways than one :p hahaha yes, all the chao kuan never change :) haha photos are on facebook :) we just miss being over at john's place with tita's cooking :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;more to come man, indeed a year of free favours :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;God, you make all things good for me in Your time man :) You do what You do best :) i'll take the back seat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;:) if you never go over the top, how will you ever see the other side? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4463362257303800042?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4463362257303800042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4463362257303800042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4463362257303800042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4463362257303800042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-world-turns-blue.html' title='when the world turns blue'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6583350717448636130</id><published>2008-12-03T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:11:59.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will be okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;walked in&lt;br&gt;unsure&lt;br&gt;afraid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;saw him&lt;br&gt;heart aches&lt;br&gt;tears well&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;confused&lt;br&gt;upset&lt;br&gt;angry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;machines&lt;br&gt;long tubes&lt;br&gt;beeping&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;but why?&lt;br&gt;it hurts&lt;br&gt;i'm scared&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know&lt;br&gt;I love&lt;br&gt;I Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6583350717448636130?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6583350717448636130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6583350717448636130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6583350717448636130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6583350717448636130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-will-be-okay.html' title='you will be okay'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8356766323839272052</id><published>2008-12-02T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:52:04.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leigh Nash - Never Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br&gt;Sara Groves - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;How Can I Tell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahah ok seriously, how can i tell? HAHAHAH&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br&gt;Hillsong -&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; Ever Living God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEE HEE HEEEE&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br&gt;Planetshakers - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Could I Ever&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of course i could...................... -_- i'm normal..........&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br&gt;Black Eyed Peas - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Pump It&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHH ANTZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WRONG MAN!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br&gt;Sonicflood - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Everything To Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok, God is everything to me ok! AHAAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br&gt;Colbie Caillat - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;dont burst me ok!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br&gt;Hillsong - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Lord Of Lords&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;makes me sound like a holy nun or what!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br&gt;Angela Ng - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;You Think Of Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was going to say eh not bad! you and me make two! then i realised, OH. the question is two PLUS two -_- sigh.... jaahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ni shi wo li liang &lt;/font&gt;- NCC chinese/hokkien album&lt;br&gt;hahaha peachy!!! you are my strength!!! :D&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br&gt;Natasha Beddingfield - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Wild Horses&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;bizzare? hahahahhaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br&gt;Darlene Zschech - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Everything About You&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br&gt;Hillsong - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Oh The Blood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;vhad da?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br&gt;Darlene Zschech - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Heaven On Earth&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;haha so sweeeeeet Daddy! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br&gt;Planetshakers - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Follow&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmm&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br&gt;Colbie Caillat - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Tailor Made&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;ehhh not bad know hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;zhu ai zheng jiu le wo&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA i really sound like a nun!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br&gt;The Darkness - &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I Believe In A Thing Called Love&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah i do believeeeeeee :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br&gt;Norwegian Recycling - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;9 Songs To Save The World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br&gt;Lifehouse - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Easier To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br&gt;Leigh Nash - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Ocean Size Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah probably like DROWN maybe hahahahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br&gt;Colbia Caillat - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Midnight Bottle&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br&gt;Adeline Gan - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Rejoice O Israel&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking 'rejoice' in a literal way i guess -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br&gt;Hillsong - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;More Than Life&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br&gt;Sara Groves - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Rewrite This Tragedy&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br&gt;Paul Alan - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAH WHO'S NAME IS SARAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br&gt;Nouveaux - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUN NOT INTENDED OKAY! hahahaha so zun man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br&gt;Adeline Gan - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;All The Earth&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;hahah WAH got so jialat anot!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br&gt;Leigh Nash - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);"&gt;Never Finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;sounds like a singlish answer lor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10 pple I wanna tag...&lt;br&gt;1. JOY CHUA&lt;br&gt;2. CELESTE LAU&lt;br&gt;3. NIKKI POH&lt;br&gt;4. JASON LIM&lt;br&gt;5. NIC&lt;br&gt;6. YOSH&lt;br&gt;7. MORELY&lt;br&gt;8. GEGE&lt;br&gt;9. WHOEVER SEES THIS NEXT, OTHER THAN THOSE MENTIONED ABOVE.&lt;br&gt;10. WHOEVER SEES THIS NEXT, OTHER THAN THOSE MENTIONED ABOVE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8356766323839272052?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8356766323839272052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8356766323839272052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8356766323839272052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8356766323839272052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/12/leigh-nash-never-finish.html' title='Leigh Nash - Never Finish'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1041122722969501658</id><published>2008-11-25T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:27:01.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer of the Righteous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSzonAoKCHYAAFMt06o1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSzonAoKCHYAAFMt06o1/IMG-0114.JPG?et=ibNSa56lso0pvIzSVIC3Pw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby, can you please pray for me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"dear Jesus, i pray, no more pain pain, amen, praise the Lord!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:) yah, she's three. &lt;br&gt;love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1041122722969501658?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1041122722969501658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1041122722969501658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1041122722969501658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1041122722969501658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-of-righteous.html' title='prayer of the Righteous'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1019240302348959459</id><published>2008-11-15T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:28:11.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SR7pfQoKCHYAABHL9301"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SR7pfQoKCHYAABHL9301/IMG-0872.JPG?et=RTIyMl%2BOQX0bzWgoEGmKAQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am happy like how heliums always make me happy :) &lt;br&gt;like.. kiddy happy! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because Jeeeeeezuuzzzzzzz You are the PA-WER in meeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1019240302348959459?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1019240302348959459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1019240302348959459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1019240302348959459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1019240302348959459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-today.html' title='so today..'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6218042780267193813</id><published>2008-11-02T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:04:30.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and you come to me like a summer breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;keep me warm in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then softly leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"so when can i take you out for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:p if you never ask then you'll never know, won't you? you big creature thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6218042780267193813?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6218042780267193813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6218042780267193813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6218042780267193813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6218042780267193813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-you-come-to-me-like-summer-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3268759384585321208</id><published>2008-10-06T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:21:53.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all it takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tear me apart and put me back together again, this time without self.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how do you make perfect something that already is? :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3268759384585321208?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3268759384585321208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3268759384585321208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3268759384585321208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3268759384585321208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-it-takes.html' title='all it takes'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-7253329017010688279</id><published>2008-09-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:48:55.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy children's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOJYIwoKCoYAAAy6Mbs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOJYIwoKCoYAAAy6Mbs1/IMG-0023.JPG?et=M1S%2CZiVkdGfl%2Cr4Js3Gslw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm glad you had a good time :) because i did too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7253329017010688279?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7253329017010688279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7253329017010688279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7253329017010688279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7253329017010688279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-children-day.html' title='happy children&amp;#39;s day!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8454311839536154110</id><published>2008-09-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:27:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sammy hamm love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;bye sweetie :( iloveyou &lt;br&gt;three years will come and go before we know it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God just make sure she's okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;love you always always&lt;br&gt;(sigh its only been two hours since you left)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8454311839536154110?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8454311839536154110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8454311839536154110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8454311839536154110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8454311839536154110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/sammy-hamm-love.html' title='sammy hamm love'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8591903600857007049</id><published>2008-09-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:45:31.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graced</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;to, as jo says, not stick pencil lead into classmates eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to be brutally honest, i really have no regrets telling the course coordinator and lecturer about how both of you are just plain not doing anything and have not been doing anything for the past three, four, maybe five projects as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my patience has its limits okay. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;qouting dear coach barnabas : we are christians, but we are not suckers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;get that man. &lt;em&gt;get that&lt;/em&gt;. i'm not just any nice person whom you can plainly take advantage of. enough is enough and that's my stand, this is it, i've drawn the line. you've pulled my grade for the last project down to a D and that looks &lt;em&gt;plain beautiful&lt;/em&gt; against all my As and B+s thank you very much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm not going to let you do it again. that's the first and last D i'll ever be getting. you can get more if you want, but count me out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;krissy and i will get our As. &lt;br&gt;don't worry, i'll count you out too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;omgimjustsofrustrated:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8591903600857007049?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8591903600857007049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8591903600857007049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8591903600857007049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8591903600857007049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/graced.html' title='graced'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4650550176966138918</id><published>2008-08-30T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:09:05.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:) today i wanted to go downstairs to buy some stuff and just as i opened the front door i heard the rumble of thunder. being the full-of-faith woman that i am, i mumbled under my breath for God to hold the rain; just long enough for me to go grab my stuff and come back without getting wet because i was lazy to open the door again and take an umbrella.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;then, i started sprinting down the stairs...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"haha you really don't think I can hold the rain for as long as you need Me to, do you?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;right... just why on earth was i sprinting? :D in the end, it was only after i got back from the shop and closed all the windows that it started drizzling :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;soooo seeeee leeeeeeeeee meeeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4650550176966138918?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4650550176966138918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4650550176966138918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4650550176966138918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4650550176966138918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/08/irony.html' title='the irony'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8029030460399975258</id><published>2008-08-26T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:58:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BRUISED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LEE BEE WAH. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if singapore doesnt get another medal for the next 48 years again, it is on your shoulders!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tonight, i will fart on your photo! you're so mean to Team Singapore man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8029030460399975258?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8029030460399975258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8029030460399975258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8029030460399975258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8029030460399975258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-bruised.html' title='I&amp;#39;M BRUISED!!!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8939759079868798560</id><published>2008-08-11T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:08:50.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterly loveee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKArUwoKCoYAAFnZs3A1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKArUwoKCoYAAFnZs3A1/IMG-8838.JPG?et=NR66VL76p2xt5%2BuKt0k2Xg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lazy brothers get gay food! :)))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8939759079868798560?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8939759079868798560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8939759079868798560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8939759079868798560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8939759079868798560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisterly-loveee.html' title='sisterly loveee'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3001310164206132708</id><published>2008-07-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:42.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/SIN2VR-vUKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vglKKLOv0kI/s1600-h/ispc069054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225150100655788194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/SIN2VR-vUKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vglKKLOv0kI/s320/ispc069054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hi God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will you be my best friend today? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tell me secrets, tell me you love me, tell me all the things about you that noone else knows about, tell me about your day, tell me what you love about me, tell me about the things that make you smile, tell me things that make me laugh, tell me things that make me smile, tell me why the sky is blue and why grass is green and why you made the flowers the way that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sing to me and laugh with me and dance with me a special dance that only we know, hug me to sleep every single night and whisper to me 'iloveyou' just before i doze off and remind me that you clothe the liles so that i'll remember that i wont have to worry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shower me with love and attention and care and sweet surprises the way only you can, hold my hand everywhere that i go even when i'm at my ugliest, kiss my forehead when i feel ugly and hug me when i'm sad. laugh with me when i'm happy and go crazy with me when i go crazy. tell me i'm beautiful; just... all the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay :) just that. and be my best friend :) that's all i ask of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(maybe there'll be more along the way!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;himechan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3001310164206132708?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3001310164206132708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3001310164206132708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3001310164206132708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3001310164206132708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-god-will-you-be-my-best-friend-today.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/SIN2VR-vUKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vglKKLOv0kI/s72-c/ispc069054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-9055168527111101054</id><published>2008-07-18T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:08:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SIGghgoKCoYAAAVSDBo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIGghgoKCoYAAAVSDBo1/IMG-9077.JPG?et=byPBY3NJB66NY7KwtYDDhw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:) :) :) wouldn't you love it too if you were me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-9055168527111101054?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/9055168527111101054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=9055168527111101054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9055168527111101054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9055168527111101054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-love-my-job.html' title='why i love my job'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1982958161836280571</id><published>2008-07-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:52:15.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andishallsing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsXVAoKCoYAAGfK-0k1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andishallsing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGsXVAoKCoYAAGfK-0k1/Bok2Bok.jpg?et=PQ7tr1GrF%2CLPmEoURJgkdQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;iloveyou! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;don't you think we're the sweetest? HAHAHAHHA&lt;br&gt;sisters who sing together stay together! amen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1982958161836280571?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1982958161836280571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1982958161836280571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1982958161836280571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1982958161836280571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there.html' title='hello there!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1251151555418033622</id><published>2008-06-30T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:59:19.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stretching</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yes God, i was the smart fella who told you i wanted to be stretched to expand my capacities to recieve from you, and i was the smarty-pants who asked to be taught to launch my boats into the deep for that net breaking boat sinking load of fish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm JUST done with my essay and group project, and i'm left with one last request for now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:) hi God,&lt;br&gt;just don't leave stretch marks ok!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;loveyou!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:D and i take back the lousy joke of not needing the iPhone because i already have iBags. i reject that! i don't! but i still don't need the iPhone! i just need to sleep!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;loveloveSweetie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1251151555418033622?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1251151555418033622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1251151555418033622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1251151555418033622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1251151555418033622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/06/stretching.html' title='stretching'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8746545109077633403</id><published>2008-06-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:33:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chinaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i met mama today after 4th service and we went to parkmall to have dinner :) and guess what i found out! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my father is a china man! HAHAHHAAH&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok not exactly lah, his parents are from china. haha omg, that means i have SOME china blood in me right. which means my chinese is good :) right! which means ah. hahahah nvm. good try lah huh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:D dinner with mama is gooood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8746545109077633403?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8746545109077633403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8746545109077633403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8746545109077633403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8746545109077633403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinaaaa.html' title='chinaaaa'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8213373610718534303</id><published>2008-06-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:51:51.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;pastor prayed for all the fathers today after fourth service, and with all my heart..&lt;br&gt;daddy i wished you were there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;one day you'll know that Love has moved your mountain&lt;br&gt;one day you'll know why the sky is blue&lt;br&gt;one day you'll know that He gave His life for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;then you'll know why i wrote Thank You&lt;br&gt;and you'd sing it with me i'm sure&lt;br&gt;i'd teach you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thank You for pretty stars&lt;br&gt;thank You that for me You went so far&lt;br&gt;You never once complained&lt;br&gt;You even set me apart to soar with You&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:) loveyoudaddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8213373610718534303?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8213373610718534303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8213373610718534303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8213373610718534303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8213373610718534303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-father-day.html' title='happy father&amp;#39;s day'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4510081555997974266</id><published>2008-05-22T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:26:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you should REALLY learn to shut the HELL UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likey ou understand anyway. you think it's just going for class and that settles it? we have assignments to rush out, projects to complete, deadlines to meet. you think if it was that easy i'd really be that tired? you think there's nothing to study for? we have tests and exams bloody mind you. as if you know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't even bloody bother to check what's going on, what i'm really doing. everytime i on the laptop you just ASSUME that i'm wasting my time doing something really stupid. LIKE I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP? LIKE I DON'T WANT TO REST? LIKE I DON'T WANT TO GIVE MYSELF A FUCKING BREAK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on right! i've not even said a word of complaint to you about anything. why do you just have to bloody hell just assume everything?! honestly it's damn frustrating okay. like hell you know that i don't eat properly. LIKE HELL YOU KNOW! i know enough to know that i can't afford to skip my meals alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to add to that, yes i snack alot too. just because i slimmed down doesn't mean i've gone on a bloody diet. like fuck i'm the last person who'd do that. which obviously just shows how bloody well you know your own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i hang out on weekends. it's the ONLY time i ever have to hang out alright. HOW FUCKING EARLY AM I SUPPOSED TO REACH HOME WHEN CLASS ENDS AT FREAKING TEN PM AND SCHOOL'S LIKE HALF THE FREAKIN MAP AWAY FROM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really bloody pissed me off tonight! REALLY PISSED ME OFF I WANT TO JUST SCREAM FUCK IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amusing this is the only way i can vent my frustrations. SO BLOODY AMUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and you can tell. the only thing that's holding me back from my sleep is my unfinished project. and the only thing that's holding me back from my unfinished project is you and your never ending verbal vomit. and funnily enough, you're the one forcing me to sleep RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O THANKS SO MUCH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah yah yah. she loves me alot more than i will ever know and this is just how all mother's show their love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever shit you've got to say, i'm really too pissed to take it in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4510081555997974266?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4510081555997974266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4510081555997974266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4510081555997974266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4510081555997974266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-should-really-learn-to-shut-hell-up.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1700882374324005381</id><published>2008-05-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:58:28.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i dont know how to change the basic font colour of my poor old abandoned blog to something visible instead of white. i dont even know how it became white in the first place because since samm did up the page for me i've not meddled with the settings ever :( o well. not as if anyone still comes here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today you finally came to talk to me. but o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raymond sent us back again today and the traffic was horrendous for some reason we totally cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;we finally got to talk again after such a long time man. omglah! we're both from swiss cottage and we never even knew. he and his terrible reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today! i was so glad i decided to just let it all go and sing, sing just to enjoy. sing just because i like to sing. sing just because that's what He loves about me. and i really really honestly had loads of fun!! crazy man! :) dancing all over the stage in heels is quite an accomplishment hahah :) it makes me anticipate camp even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhh i can't wait eh. really. but my dear ahpa is not going! :( i feel so cheated. he's supposed to be the camp commandant and look after me and give me special favour and treat me like the best daughter that i am haha! better still if mummy came along but o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm super super excited for the women's meeting with pauline! :) sweeeet man, feminine dresscode. like finally dressy heels and all :)) and we'll ALL be in it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Dad, i'm going Home.. to the place where feeling good and Love don't cost a thing. i've been away for far too long now. i'm so tired. all i wanna do now is to just collapse in Your open arms. i know You've been waiting. i've been running in circles man and i need to stop that. i'm so tired i'm so tired i'm so so tired. please be there to catch me when i fall. You know i hate having ugly scars on my knees. they hurt. and i don't want to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright :)&lt;br /&gt;at least with You i know i'm safe. always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1700882374324005381?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1700882374324005381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1700882374324005381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1700882374324005381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1700882374324005381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-dont-know-how-to-change-basic.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-7807252322964482004</id><published>2008-05-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:42:49.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAVE YOUR BLOODY MONEY BOK!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT EVEN SMART ANYMORE, JUST LIKE, BASIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from next month on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no cabbing to work (because i'll wake up on time every morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- only cab when it's really really necassary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- which means less late nights unless we drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- perhaps i should just get the massage package and stop splurging on individual massages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- don't buy anything until you absolutely heart it like heart it like&lt;br /&gt;reallyomgdivinefromheavenheartitlikenothingintheworldcouldbebetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but i really need to repair some of my heels so that's a truly worthy cause, cos if i repair them i won't need to buy more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eat cheap? HAHA (byebye O Tapas, Timbre, NYDC, bombers... ... ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you know what. it's just this month. because i had to pay for camp and the stupid passport   :( thats already half the salary gone yah. okay lah, i'm not that bad with my money alrights. hahaha i buy stuff for the parents and the home from time to time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 2am dessertbar is so good so good just that we should probably go down a lil earlier and get the sofas :D&lt;br /&gt;O Tapas really depends on who you go with and what for haha cos actually it isn't that bad. o and very importantly, what time you go!&lt;br /&gt;Timbre is still a favourite :) no questions asked if the Goodfellas are on that night :) it'd be mildly hilarious if like say, babu morely and i go together or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh the random plan  for Phuture which totally didn't work out in the end. HAHA what were we thinking! and to think who they met there that night! if i'd been there it would have been extremely tickling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) life's been alright i guess. actually i pretty much came here to complain but once i started typing i realised i've not much to really complain about haha. been good, projects are still tiring me out here and there, as is schoolwork.. but it'll pass. c'mon bok, like four more mths officially? three more minus practicum mth.&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN DO THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gosh. sometimes i'm not sure if i should be thankful or irritated with you. because you always tell me that you wanna meet but you never do. 'oh i thought i wanna ask you out for dinner' or like 'oh i thought i could go with you' and i've never rejected you flat in your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just leave the deciding to you but it seems you just never decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) perhaps i should give up waiting.&lt;br /&gt;because why should i.. why should i wait when i'm not even sure if you're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i love it when you go 'eh we go together lah' and i smile to myself when you go 'oh i thought i could go with you' but. but. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i wish we could sit downstairs again, just us and the dumb beer, with you playing with my hair and asking me dumb questions like 'what would you do if a guy just suddenly kissed you?' and i sort of wished you had but whatever. it's just a girl thing. is it? or it's just a bok thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. i'm going crazy and i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! yes i want a relationship even though i know i'm sorta not ready for one because i kinda suspect i'll make him my world and not You. but i want! maybe i just want that security of always having someone to meet, someone to call, someone to talk to, after the whole friends incident which still affects me from time to time but doesn't make me cry all night anymore.. but i just want lor. hahaha aiya only You can tahan my nonsense anyway :) at least.. i'll always have Someone i can pour my shit out to and who won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times of refreshing man.&lt;br /&gt;feed me and give me water.&lt;br /&gt;Lord i thirst and i hunger.&lt;br /&gt;only You can satisfy&lt;br /&gt;only You, my Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time for bed, sleepyhead.. you got a big day tomorrow. tell the story to me some other time. get some rest and i'll do my best to shoulder the sorrow, no room for sadness in your beautiful eyes.. it's gonna fine, i know, you're gonna be fine:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay love.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7807252322964482004?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7807252322964482004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7807252322964482004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7807252322964482004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7807252322964482004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/save-your-bloody-money-bok-its-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8387474082094536306</id><published>2008-05-14T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:20:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear china,</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;there is hope yet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i see a near revival&lt;BR&gt;stirring as we pray and seek&lt;BR&gt;we're on our knees&lt;BR&gt;we're on our knees&lt;BR&gt;Hosanna, Hosanna&lt;BR&gt;Hosanna in the Highest&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i believe You're higher than hopes, higher than dreams, &lt;EM&gt;higher than the impossible&lt;/EM&gt;. the devil's trying to steal kill and destroy the benjamin generation, and what a place to start - china and its huge population.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;god i'm so pissed off after reading the newspaper. and i must admit i teared. they're so young. so many of them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;aiyah whatever.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;with God, all things are possible.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8387474082094536306?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8387474082094536306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8387474082094536306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8387474082094536306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8387474082094536306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-china.html' title='dear china,'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6543441597808492112</id><published>2008-04-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:59:42.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as You are, so am i in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as forgiven as i am is as forgiven everybody else is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as righteous as i am is as righteous as my brothers and sisters in Christ are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let me not forget that we are ALL standing boards of wood covered over in gold, standing on the silver sockets of redemption. none stand alone as an island, none stand alone by efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You hold us up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You cover us with gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You forgave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You justify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord, let not my bitchy side surface this often anymore. it's robbing me of life abundant and i am not happy about it. i know i don't deserve it but i'm asking you now to restore whatever i've lost and more. You're the only One who can and who will. i want to start living the high life again and You're the only One who can make it possible. nothing is impossible for You. so change me. shake the things that are shakeable, until only what is unshakeable remains. i want the world will see all You've done for me and they will be provoked to jealousy because my God is exceedingly good to me. i want to be that city of light. i don't want to be bitter anymore Dad. i want to love everyone like You love me. i want Your love to overflow out of me because i don't want to love people with my own love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;help me Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6543441597808492112?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6543441597808492112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6543441597808492112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6543441597808492112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6543441597808492112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddy-change-me.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8492571671758611966</id><published>2008-04-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:38:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor old man</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://bigeyedeer.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/vultures.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;hahaahahhaahha :D yeah, some weird reason.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8492571671758611966?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8492571671758611966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8492571671758611966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8492571671758611966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8492571671758611966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-old-man.html' title='poor old man'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8305203833980722956</id><published>2008-04-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:59:59.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swiss winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i know i'm supposed to be doing my work now but gee, i feel so.. nostalgic.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i mean okay, i've actually already started on my work, i just paused momentarily because of something i heard. such a familiar sound. such a beautiful sound! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;the sound of a concert band warming up and tuning.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;omg, you'd never know the beauty. you'd really never know the beauty. so pleasing to the ears!! i could rant on forever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;man i really miss swiss winds. and as if it's a coincidence that i was talking to ding about swiss winds on the way home last sunday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;heh heh :) i've been in a concert band for like 9 years? from p2 to p6, and sec1 to sec4. okay lah, primary school we were a brass band. secondary we had almost the full woodwinds. and guess which instrument i was on :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway my favourite sound of the french horn can be heard most clearly now, whichever band it is that's playing at suntec at ungodly early morning hours. i miss that too! all our swiss wind performances :) esp at the parliament house thingy where we took photos with sir nardan :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and swiss serenade :) we had that every year and damn we were good :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;swiss winds.&lt;BR&gt;gold with honours at the SYF central judging for bands. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yes we're good :)) i miss sitting in the band room for hours and hours and hours on wednesdays and saturdays. i miss taking footdrill in the blazing sun and tekan-ing the poor band with shouts of "pumping position, DOWN!" hahahahahha so bad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i even miss having mr.chew throw down his baton and storm off into the office, afterwhich us majors had to go in after him and pacify him and promise him that the band will work harder and so on and so forth. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;mygoodness, i miss taking sectionals. and saddistic me misses torturing my juniors with whatever kinds of 'punishments' you can think of :D hahahah holding their instruments above their heads and running around the parade square. HAA!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;given that, i actually was close to my juniors okay. i miss not paying full attention during band prac and laughing away at some random nonsense. and we can really laugh until cry one eh! also dunno over what.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;AND! band tour!!! we went to malaysia to perform at various places ;) that was crazy man. four full days together with your band mates is like super fun. sth like camp, minus anointing haha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yahhhh band camp in sec2. mygoodness. crazy lor! haha okay at this rate you can tell that i can go on forever but i won't. maybe when i'm free i'll put up our SYF recording :) two songs, our set piece and our choice piece. yes, we were good :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;life in swiss winds was tough.&lt;BR&gt;life in swiss winds was super fun.&lt;BR&gt;life in swiss winds is irreplacable. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8305203833980722956?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8305203833980722956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8305203833980722956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8305203833980722956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8305203833980722956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/swiss-winds.html' title='swiss winds'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6078101043072528350</id><published>2008-04-15T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:08:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HFMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;well there are like three confirmed cases so far.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;everything has to be super clean now. we're almost always in gloves. there's disinfectant everywhere. wash hands wash toys. temperature taking and health screening like two three times a day. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;it's like we're becoming paranoid man. every single spot or red dot, be it in the mouth, on the hands, on the feet or on the butt, we have to call the parents. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;so basically, we is busy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;we still can bring the kids out though, just have to avoid contact with everything. we can bring them for walks, or bring them out to play with like bubbles, but no playground and all that. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;anyway haha thank God for sunday :) even though it was super tiring doing all four and even though we didn't get to do the item for second third and fourth, but i must say that i thoroughly enjoyed myself and i honestly never knew that merv was so lame. HAAA tongues!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and dinner at burger king. hahahahha don-ch-k-now......... :D&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;okay, now i just can't wait for the weekend. enough of glove wearing and temperature taking and cleaning of toys and disinfecting and all that. hurr hurr hurrrr...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;JESUS SANCTIFIES!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6078101043072528350?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6078101043072528350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6078101043072528350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6078101043072528350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6078101043072528350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/hfmd.html' title='HFMD'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6004283113407408058</id><published>2008-04-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:44:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i still believe there's something left for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a place where blind men see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to a place with golden streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:) and although the truth reveals that the fault lies with me, i still say the truth has set me free. and with that, i bless you, wherever you go and whatever you do :) as long as you're happy and free from the emotional burden that you had to carry when you were with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least now i know, and that's a load off my shoulders. from here on, is my new journey of dependance on God. and yeah, every road that takes me higher is a steep road and it's not an easy road, but it takes me higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know You'll take me higher :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6004283113407408058?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6004283113407408058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6004283113407408058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6004283113407408058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6004283113407408058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/cos-i-still-believe-theres-something.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-207060013463589613</id><published>2008-03-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:47:43.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gucci me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;brother's back from thailand :) with a nice gucci bag for me! haha he wanted to buy me a white gucci watch (smart boy knows i've been wanting a nice white watch) but it was like what a few hundred dollars. my gosh, if he really did buy it i'd scold him! hahah&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) i have been eating XLB too often! but it's so nice! i'm addicted :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyways mother bok had a fall today. she wanted to hang the clothes but didn't realise how wet the balcony floor was. so she's lying in bed now with a ter-kah. how to spell that. hahahah pigs trotter. okay lah it's not that swollen but i was sad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) but she's gooood. could have been much worse, so praise God :) she's really protected lah :) see, my words never come back to me void :) my prayers, God answers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but do pray for her :) &lt;BR&gt;she looks quite cute with her trotter hahahahahahaha i'm so bad :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-207060013463589613?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/207060013463589613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=207060013463589613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/207060013463589613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/207060013463589613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/gucci-me-crazy.html' title='gucci me crazy'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2375313502864622808</id><published>2008-03-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:10:59.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;shoulda told me if i did somethin you thought was wrong. now things have come to this and.. and i really don't know anymore. what's worth fightin for and what's not. i thought you said it was forever. what happened to forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't know what's been goin on but just so you know, i've never not wanted to meet you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;what happened to "i'll love you more in 2008". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;what happened man, what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God, You've brought me so far that i can't turn back. but as said by Chase Collins, who said it has to be about goin back? maybe it's about being right where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love has taken me in for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;that's all you need princess, that's all you'll ever need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2375313502864622808?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2375313502864622808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2375313502864622808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2375313502864622808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2375313502864622808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/shoulda-told-me-if-i-did-somethin-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5222302147606008822</id><published>2008-03-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:39:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you know, sometimes i'm not sure if i'm just being bitter or whether it is that i see it better cos i've been through it before. but yeah like what i told ding, it doesn't really matter to me anymore :) you can have fun without me, and on the same wavelength, i can enjoy without you too because you're not my world even though i love you :) alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;though honestly going isn't the smartest thing to do, and i'm not saying that bad things will surely happen while you guys are there but definitely it is not wise. perhaps i've just come to a point where i really know so well that my leaders say and do things for a reason and not just "happy happy say yes happy happy say no". yeah, we're not prophesying that things will go wrong but why run straight into the arms of temptation right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;:) haha and actually ah, if already settle everything, might as well not ask. okay lah, i mean personally i feel that since you've already settled things and have made up your minds to go, asking the leaders wouldn't change your decisions no matter what answer they give because everything is already settled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean, we did want to go overseas together too, babu des john guan and i, and sam ding. but we asked the leaders before even planning anything, because i dunno i guess it just makes more sense haha. cos if they're answer really means something to you and you're not asking just to be accountable, then i think that you would respect what they say. so yeah, babu john and des are going, but not with us girls :) and it's okay for us girls because even though we really really wanted to go together and have fun, it's not like we'll die if we don't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm fine with not being asked to go with you guys. haha i don't think i would have gone anyway :) so yeah i guess it was smart of you not to even ask me :) haha cos i would have been tempted to. but yah. i know you'll enjoy there lah. a break is always good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;enjoy your side of the mountain while i enjoy mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;loveyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5222302147606008822?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5222302147606008822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5222302147606008822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5222302147606008822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5222302147606008822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-sometimes-im-not-sure-if-im.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3605558017650509632</id><published>2008-03-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:50:27.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i'm happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i asked myself all these questions, but then i remembered..&lt;BR&gt;i've got You :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so i don't need these questions anymore&lt;BR&gt;won't need to let my tears go crashing to the floor&lt;BR&gt;my side of the mountain's actually really beautiful&lt;BR&gt;as long as there's You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and that's one promise i can keep forever :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3605558017650509632?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3605558017650509632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3605558017650509632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3605558017650509632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3605558017650509632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-i-happy.html' title='yes i&amp;#39;m happy :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1765261825557976870</id><published>2008-03-11T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:52:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so, what do you mean when you say "we should go out again soon"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;because i don't want to be left hanging again, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"major insult to your beauty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1765261825557976870?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1765261825557976870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1765261825557976870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1765261825557976870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1765261825557976870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-what-do-you-mean-when-you-say-we.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1349882838245196429</id><published>2008-03-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:53:13.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D2P4 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Dare 2 Play 4 was today :) and it felt like D2P3 was just a couple of months ago! pam and i were just laughing at the MGS scary backstage and toilets, and really, it didn't feel like a year ago. but i see myself today and i remember myself back then :) it has been such a good journey man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;but today was fun lah :) amazingly fun. hahah i seriously enjoyed myself on stage! and though i confess i sang wrongly when we did Solution, but haha i'm so glad i remembered what Joy shared about laughing it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i was so involved with the youths at the side i was standing on until i literally forgot to turn back to sean and look at his hand signals or was it pastor dan, and you know what. because for set piece we usually do that part ( i think it was bridge? ) 4 times before going to chorus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;but. smart me didn't watch out for hand signals so i thought we were doing the normal thing but nnnoooooooo! hahaha as i happily danced with the kids and sang out the 4th bridge with such conviction, i suddenly wondered why mine was the only voice i heard in my in-ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;then i realised, OMG! they went to chorus already lor! thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAAH i very nearly burst out laughing :) which was funny because when those youths in front of me saw me grinning goofily, they started laughing too. which was nice to see cos you know at least they don't get the impression that oh if you make a mistake you better watch out for lightning and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;it's about having fun in the presence of God lah. you know, usually i would have been like, o man what did i just do!! and like kick myself for every note sung off pitch. but today was just.. different :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;like i felt so free. to dance, to sing, to even make mistakes. felt so free to be me. and that felt good :) because just the way i am, together with my mistakes, is how i am loved. because just the way i am, together with my shortcomings, is how i am loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;so i sang and i danced and yes i went flat on some parts, but still i was loved and still i was free to be me and be loved as me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;and i guess that's the beauty of worship :) that's the power of praise. you go before the throne, your heart and soul bared, your guards let down, your walls broken. you go before the throne, and there you find yourself in Love's embrace. there you find rest. there you find peace. there you find joy. there you find restoration. there you find provision. there you find a supply that always exceeds the demand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Dare 2 Play 4 :) i had so much fun on stage today i forgot to be conscious of myself :))) to be lost in Love's embrace :) man, this is what i'm called to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1349882838245196429?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1349882838245196429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1349882838245196429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1349882838245196429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1349882838245196429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/d2p4.html' title='D2P4 :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5491161910386755811</id><published>2008-03-06T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:53:37.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes, you get so used to losing that it feels weird when you first win. and it feels like you don't know what's happening to you. but you gotta let it all go :) yeah, you were a loser, but now, it's different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because now, you're a winner. and what does a winner do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:) a winner wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello world :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5491161910386755811?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5491161910386755811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5491161910386755811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5491161910386755811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5491161910386755811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4715271530253265476</id><published>2008-02-27T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:28:26.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah i know, different sides of the mountain right. and i know what i said the other day, "so we'll meet again there *points*".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but what now, if i said, maybe i don't want to meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;at this point in time, i laugh dryly in your face. sure, we're in different seasons and on different journies, but if you don't want to talk to me anymore just say so, don't use this as your excuse not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you want to exclude me from your life totally, i'm fine with that. honest to God. because just like you don't need me to be happy, i don't need you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and by the way, i'm not pissed off like what you think. the word i'd use is 'disappointed' because i always thought the relationship we had would be stronger than just a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;cos... it's just a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;:) maybe to you the mountain's bigger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;still, i'd be lying if i said i didn't love you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you thought of meeting up for lunch, i really don't get it. you have my number. why can't you just call me? has it become that difficult, that awkward? have i really become your stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, maybe i'm being unfair in saying all this, maybe i'm being a bitch, maybe i'm being really negative and have a totally cynical view on life. so i just need to get it out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;:) maybe i just don't know anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but whatever it is, thanks for all the times we used to have :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4715271530253265476?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4715271530253265476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4715271530253265476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4715271530253265476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4715271530253265476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-i-know-different-sides-of-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-693386712992262582</id><published>2008-02-24T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:54:08.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;i don't want you to go back. at least not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;you're my gift from God, one of life's greatest blessings. it was through you that Daddy showed me what He meant when He said that the joy of the Lord is my strength. it was through you that He showed me that life was never as bad as i thought it was. it was through you that He showed me that laughing is really a God thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;i know you told me you'd go back. from the first day we became friends you told me. but three years seemed to have passed us by too quickly. saying goodbye isn't as easy as we thought it would be. it really sucks to have you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;now we'll dream. dreams to meet when come back for your holidays, dreams to visit the land our Jesus walked upon together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yes, our Daddy is able to make our dreams come true, but for now, i still wish you wouldn't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-693386712992262582?l=andishallsing.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-7866384.post-7127028833473230593</id><published>2008-02-22T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:54:24.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what He said :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;the stapler bullet went in in in&lt;br /&gt;and my blood came spurting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;ahaha that's what happened to me at work today! it's quite funny lah, i can't even remember how the stapler bullet went under my nail but it did, and the next thing i knew, i saw a patch of red :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;but oh well, it's been a productive day for me considering how bitter i was about having to work this morning. finished up quite a lot of work that actually doesn't need to be finished so soon but i'd rather do it free and easy than have someone breathing down my neck to get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;it's good, though, then maybe now i can actually have my 45min break. hur hurr. as for classes, i'm through with all my assignments and presentations :) my lecturer was pleased with my individual presentation and my classmates were super supportive :) haa, the group presentation was actually fun despite it not making as much sense as i'd wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;i'm just glad i survive the week man. sleeping at 3am and waking up at 6am the next day is quite a bit of a torture. especially when your day stretches to as long as 15 - 16hrs man. i was so drained! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;but :) i think it's good for me to be stretched sometimes. occasionally. once in a while. haha make that once in a blue moon. hahah :D at least you get that sense of satisfaction when you hand in your assignments, when you're done with the presentations, when you see all your work completed, lying on the table neatly in front of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;"You are my strength, strength like no other, strength like no other, reaches to me. You are my hope, hope like no other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;He really proved Himself true this week :)&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm rather glad to have gone through all this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "cast your nets deep and be ready for the harvest."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "see the invisible, and I'll do your impossible."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "love, just be still and know I Am God."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "leave your cares there and come to the Table."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7127028833473230593?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7127028833473230593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7127028833473230593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7127028833473230593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7127028833473230593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-he-said.html' title='what He said :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2294753379908071132</id><published>2008-02-19T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:29:43.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep now</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;ah god help meee :(&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2294753379908071132?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2294753379908071132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2294753379908071132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2294753379908071132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2294753379908071132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-sleep-now.html' title='i want to sleep now'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4238155107606052826</id><published>2008-02-12T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:22:08.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;happy now, no?&lt;BR&gt;no hand to hold&lt;BR&gt;nowhere to go&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;look ahead&lt;BR&gt;why so sad?&lt;BR&gt;there isn't a need &lt;BR&gt;to be afraid&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;maybe it's true&lt;BR&gt;that these people&lt;BR&gt;they're not by your side &lt;BR&gt;anymore&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so it hurts&lt;BR&gt;pierces your heart&lt;BR&gt;everything you once had&lt;BR&gt;has fallen apart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;tried your best&lt;BR&gt;to put the pieces&lt;BR&gt;back together;&lt;BR&gt;those faces&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;failed once more&lt;BR&gt;so frustrated&lt;BR&gt;tears crashing &lt;BR&gt;to the floor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;why me lord&lt;BR&gt;why not anyone else&lt;BR&gt;why me lord&lt;BR&gt;i can't stand for myself&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;tried long enough&lt;BR&gt;now i've given up hope&lt;BR&gt;hold me close now lord&lt;BR&gt;you're my only hope&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;washing my fears&lt;BR&gt;wiping my tears&lt;BR&gt;all i am lord&lt;BR&gt;to you i surrender&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;things will get better&lt;BR&gt;though i might not see it&lt;BR&gt;but i know my father&lt;BR&gt;to him, i surrender&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4238155107606052826?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4238155107606052826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4238155107606052826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4238155107606052826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4238155107606052826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/surrender.html' title='surrender'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1644180390207884345</id><published>2008-02-04T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:00:56.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi fa cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so, it's the eve of the eve of chinese new year and here i am blogging at work! haha but it's good :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;last night was funny :) who's parents were late so work ended late so i got to the bus stop late and waited so long for the sugar (my new substitute word for sh** cos it has the same starting sound haha ha) bus, to the point that i fell asleep at the bus stop.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so anyway after waiting for half an hour, my dear sugar bus came. o actually TWO sugar buses came at the same time :) hahahahah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hurhurr, i was so drained when i got the practice that even singing the chinese songs didn't make me smile. can you believe that? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;best part was, i left my phone at home in the morning, and i forgot to bring my top to choir for joyjoy to check. so that was all good then.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but thanks wanhuaaaa :) haha i guess i finally burst. but it was good lah. i mean how long can i keep it in right? as if i wasn't already going crazy. hahahah as if i wasn't already crazy. HAH. but thanks dear :) what a place, outside the toilet. hahahaha! love you lah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha and thanks raymond for sending me home! omg, first time i reach home so early after a choir practice! ;D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and i has excitement for chinese new year. i would to gone china town with my mother on wednesday night just for somes chip thrill. how excite right!! i couldn't wait for wednesday to come :)))))))&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and erm thursday is visiting&lt;BR&gt;friday either melonman's house or morely's place or timbre for the goodfellas haha!&lt;BR&gt;saturday is.... finally a free one? i think.&lt;BR&gt;sunday is service and kennyman's house :)&lt;BR&gt;monday is events outing day!!! SWEENY TODD!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1644180390207884345?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1644180390207884345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1644180390207884345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1644180390207884345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1644180390207884345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='gong xi fa cai'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-9101457737731756234</id><published>2008-01-29T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:30:43.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a kit kat :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i can't wait for the CNY break :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;wednesday's a half day, thursday and friday are off, then weeekend here we come! :D and then you know what, the monday after that is off too because the centre is closed :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;time to sleep until Mr. Sun shines down with a vengeance on my butt!&lt;BR&gt;time to watch dumb B-grade movies on HBO starmovies cinemax till late!&lt;BR&gt;time to have nice dinners which can stretch to any time :D&lt;BR&gt;time to visit the grampys again!&lt;BR&gt;timet to get a tan maybe&lt;BR&gt;time to take nice slow strolls around the neighbourhood&lt;BR&gt;time to shop man!&lt;BR&gt;time to maybe do a sleepover :p there's always time for a sleepover..&lt;BR&gt;time to do my nails again&lt;BR&gt;time to buy new pillows! i want the softy kind ok.&lt;BR&gt;time to bake muffins hee&lt;BR&gt;time to go out and just do nothing! man that sounds good.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ok. it's just five and a half days :D hahahahaha but a break is always good :) yes, a break will do me good. a break will do me good. romans828. a break would be good :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;if you would just..&lt;BR&gt;let your guard down&lt;BR&gt;see the beauty&lt;BR&gt;taste the sweetness&lt;BR&gt;of unending glory&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;if you would just..&lt;BR&gt;let your hair down&lt;BR&gt;feel the cool wind&lt;BR&gt;love with a freedom,&lt;BR&gt;you would be soaring&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;if you would just..&lt;BR&gt;let it go now&lt;BR&gt;dream with a passion&lt;BR&gt;live to your fullest&lt;BR&gt;know satisfaction&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;then maybe,&lt;BR&gt;life would be beautiful&lt;BR&gt;nothing would scare you&lt;BR&gt;you would find refuge&lt;BR&gt;you would find.. you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-9101457737731756234?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/9101457737731756234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=9101457737731756234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9101457737731756234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9101457737731756234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-kit-kat-d.html' title='have a kit kat :D'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1528203786701650638</id><published>2008-01-14T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:53:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wei wei bu yao pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;o yes yes, like we so look forward to having our kids fall and hurt themselves too. we become teachers for the sole purpose of wanting to see them fall and get hurt. yes, we love to see children in pain. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;like for heaven's sake, we spend more time with your child than you do. what makes you think we love them any less. scroo you man.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;*lets out frustrated scream* &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i wanted to stick the ear thermometer up your nostrils and sit you in front of the kid who sneezed and puked simultaneously. wah i really love you man. *&amp;^%$!@#&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway, me be the only one to had gotten a 'A' for the assignment i was last complaints about on mine multiply. many praise have be to our God. i knowed i sure to doesn't deserving got these result. amen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1528203786701650638?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1528203786701650638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1528203786701650638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1528203786701650638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1528203786701650638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/01/wei-wei-bu-yao-pa.html' title='wei wei bu yao pa'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-9092132351778108355</id><published>2008-01-06T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:48:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the oil of gladness</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;it's times like these i really love the age old HA cheer where we as facils ask the campers if they're ready by yelling in a sing-song voice, "ARE YOUUU READDYYYYYYY" and the united yell comes back to you like, "EVERRRR READDYYYYYYY"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;because yeah, i just asked myself if i was ready to face the year :D haha and the cheer was the first thing that came to my mind :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;sometimes things get sssoooooooo gooooooooood that it's just a tat bit freaky :) but in an awesometremendoustotallycantbelieveit way. you know how it sends shivers down your spine? haha am i the only one? or as cherri wanhua rach celeste say, "the bubbly feeling" :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yesterday joy shared with us singers about making mistakes and what you do when you make one :D hahaahha we gave our answers but she said there was more. so to be honest i was huddled there expecting an answer so holy and biblical and spiritual that the rapture would take place when she told us what it was.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"laugh. just laugh at yourself."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha it drove me crazy. i suddenly really understood what is meant by "power in simplicity" and it blew me away. i mean come on, let's all be really honest. who doesn't sometimes once in a while fall into thinking that the people you see on stage are actually more holy than you and stuff like that. come on.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hahahahha i admit that i do and so sometimes when i'm with them and i realise again that they're just like everyone else and they have like madcrazyfunamazingnormal sides to them, it makes me smile. we're all just as forgiven. ok how did i get to this..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so she said to laugh. so i laughed. ahahhahaha but after awhile when the Truth started to sink in, boy when it sets you free it really sets you free. i can't describe how free i felt! it's like i went mad at dinner. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but really :) so you make a mistake. and how does that compare to the entire worship session? how does it compare to your life? how does it compare to whatever's going on in the world right now? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;IT'S SO SMALL!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;okay for those in the band i guess you'd know. sometimes it's really easy to fall into condemnation when you make a mistake on stage because i think i just stumbled the entire arrow ministry and i just screwed up the whole worship and now i bet the entire arrow knows that i suck as a singer. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha o come on man. as if they're looking at you. HAHA :D come on!! so you made a mistake :) well, it's not as if standing there condemning yourself is gonna undo the mistake right? it's not as if feeling guilty would make the mistake less wrong. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;you play a wrong note. you sang totally off pitch. you tripped while dancing. maybe your heel broke! ahahahhaha okay that's actually damn funny. hahahahah maybe i won't wear heels next time just in case. haha haha :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yeah :) just laugh it off. if the singer beside you saw, then laugh together lah! a member of the congregation saw? lagi best! laugh with him/her also! i mean after all, worship's meant to be enjoyable right. it's not as if we're all stressed up when we enter God's presence.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha when the Truth started to settle in for me, suddenly it felt like total CHEEGABOOM inside. and i thought, hey why not right. it's so easy. and at least it feels better than going "wah shucks i was flat again" or like "o man. i have got to be the worst singer in the music ministry!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yes, we practice. yes, we work on our songs and techniques. yes, we spend entire journies listening to one song on repeat mode to make sure we've got the lyrics imprinted on our very brains. yes, we study our songs!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but apart from all that, it's not that we're prophecyinghowtospell bad things into our lives, but come on lah. we will make mistakes one! so why be so hard on yourself when God isn't even blaming you? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;goodness, i bet He was laughing too hard at the "o no" look on your face to even remember your mistake lah. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) simple truths blow.my.mind like CHEEGABOOM!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and today! today pastor was sharing abit about isaac and ishmael right :D how ismael was a mistake. and suddenly i saw it. it made me so excited i almost stood up in the middle of service and screamed haaa :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;okay see. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ishmael = mistake&lt;BR&gt;isaac = laughter&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;abraham and sarah thought they could do it by themselves and thus, ishmael(mistake) popped into their lives. but what happened after that? fire and brimstone? the ten plagues? (was it ten? haha)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;no! after ishmael(mistake) came isaac(laughter). AND God promised to establish His covenant with isaac! hello :D are you getting it yet? hahahaha i don't know how else to explain. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and and okay i remembered that there's a verse in psalm which says something along the lines of having God anoint me with the oil of gladness above everyone else, so i just went to do a search online and guess what! i found three verses in the bible (so far lah haha maybe there's more but i haven't found) which speak of the oil of gladness!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;H3&gt;Psalm 45:7 (New International Version)&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-14605&gt;7&lt;/SPAN&gt; You love righteousness and hate wickedness; &lt;BR&gt;       therefore God, your God, has set you above your companions &lt;BR&gt;       by anointing you with the oil of joy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) i love it you know. we're set above the people of the world not by looks lah or wealth lah or stature lah or whatever although all those are good, but we're set above right, because of this undeniable joy that's on the inside of us, that we can laugh even in the midst of a trial (and not because we've gone mad mind you)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt; &lt;H3&gt;Hebrews 1:9 (New International Version)&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-29957&gt;9&lt;/SPAN&gt;You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; &lt;BR&gt;      therefore God, your God, has set you above your companions &lt;BR&gt;      by anointing you with the oil of joy."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;again :) i have been set above my companions because He has anointed me with the oil of joy!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt; &lt;H4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Isaiah 61&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H4&gt; &lt;H5&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;The Year of the LORD's Favor &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H5&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-18845&gt;1&lt;/SPAN&gt; The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, &lt;BR&gt;       because the LORD has anointed me &lt;BR&gt;       to preach good news to the poor. &lt;BR&gt;       He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, &lt;BR&gt;       to proclaim freedom for the captives &lt;BR&gt;       and release from darkness for the prisoners, &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-18846&gt;2&lt;/SPAN&gt; to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor &lt;BR&gt;       and the day of vengeance of our God, &lt;BR&gt;       to comfort all who mourn, &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-18847&gt;3&lt;/SPAN&gt; and provide for those who grieve in Zion— &lt;BR&gt;       to bestow on them a crown of beauty &lt;BR&gt;       instead of ashes, &lt;BR&gt;       the oil of gladness &lt;BR&gt;       instead of mourning, &lt;BR&gt;       and a garment of praise &lt;BR&gt;       instead of a spirit of despair. &lt;BR&gt;       They will be called oaks of righteousness, &lt;BR&gt;       a planting of the LORD &lt;BR&gt;       for the display of his splendor.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;it's so beautiful right! it's so beautiful! good news! this is good news :) this is the year of favour! :)) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha okay one last verse. i actually do know how long the post is now. i'm not just typing away in oblivion :D haha but i couldn't help it. if you cheegaboom means you cheegaboom lah! cannot contain it. yah, not even if you have tupperware. HAHAAHHA!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway :) this morning as i was walking down to take bus to meet justin and nic i was mumbling my confessions of faith, and just as i took the last step and my foot touched the ground floor, i don't know why but the verse in proverbs31 just came out.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;H3&gt;Proverbs 31:25 (New Living Translation)&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NLT-17285&gt;25&lt;/SPAN&gt; She is clothed with strength and dignity,&lt;BR&gt;      and she laughs without fear of the future.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;muahahah sorry guys He left you out on this one. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;HAHAHAHA ok joke :D joke!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) bok is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. amen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-9092132351778108355?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/9092132351778108355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=9092132351778108355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9092132351778108355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/9092132351778108355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/01/oil-of-gladness.html' title='the oil of gladness'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5273723289151554379</id><published>2008-01-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:29:29.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>came to my rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hold me Dad&lt;BR&gt;hold me like You'll never let go&lt;BR&gt;cos i need to know&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;when it feels like&lt;BR&gt;the whole world's against me&lt;BR&gt;like the world's crashin down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;that's when i need to know&lt;BR&gt;i really need to know&lt;BR&gt;that You'll never let me go&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so hold me now&lt;BR&gt;till i know&lt;BR&gt;that it'll be alright again&lt;BR&gt;hold me&lt;BR&gt;and wipe away my tears&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;H3&gt;Psalm 34:19 (New Living Translation)&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NLT-14383&gt;19&lt;/SPAN&gt; The righteous person faces many troubles,&lt;BR&gt;      but the L&lt;SPAN style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; comes to the rescue each time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so let my God be true and every man a liar. Lord, even if i have to wait a lifetime by the river, i will wait. and even if everyone else leaves, i will wait. even if i can't see my dreams coming true, i will wait. even if it seems like i'm wasting my time, i will wait. even if it seems like others are living my dream and there's no more "space" for me, i will wait. and even if it seems like the light at the end of the tunnel will never come, still i will wait.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=publisher-info-inset&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;because i know You will come and rescue me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5273723289151554379?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5273723289151554379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5273723289151554379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5273723289151554379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5273723289151554379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2008/01/came-to-my-rescue.html' title='came to my rescue'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2707642611514091720</id><published>2007-12-29T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:12:17.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of taking cabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;on friday after work, i got lazy so i just decided to cab down to john's place instead of taking bus mrt lrt walk. haha yes i'm lazy but i'm also rich muahaha :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and even though it was the most expensive cab fare in my life ($26.80 from suntec to sengkang) i honestly don't mind. in fact i must say i felt sooooo happy when i got off :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;when i first got on, the uncle and i started talking about my never got to finish business in poly and how i'd moved from there to being a childcare teacher, working full time and studying part time. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;then, i can't remember exactly what he asked me but i told him i was a christian and am from new creation church :) and he got really excited and started telling me that he has heard from many customers and friends about how great and wonderful new crea is as a church.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so he started asking me questions, like what tithing is and whether we meet every sunday to "learn how to be good people" and stuff like that. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha honestly ah, i was thinking, if you've met so many people who have told you how wonderful new creation church is, how come they've never told you the good news that's being preached all the time? hahahha okay bok stop being mean :D it's something called right place right time so that you can have the honour of sharin :D haha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so anyway i was telling him how amazing it is that we always get to hear how good God is to us, how much God loves us, how He always wants to bless us and wants the best for us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;then the uncle asked me, how is it that you guys meet every single week and never run out of things to say? :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha i cannot tahan! i started telling him about how, because God is SO BIG, that it is totally impossible to ever be able to finish talking about Him and how it is so easy to trust someone when you know how much He loves you and always always wants the best for you, and how it's so hard to stop talking about good news :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;all through the ride, he never stopped asking, i never stopped talking. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"so, if i go there, i will find alot of answers?", he asked halfway through the expressway, abit skeptical, yet, hopeful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i paused to take a breath. i'd never felt so sure in my life as i parted my lips to give him my answer.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"yes. yes, i am sure that if you come, you will find all the answers you're looking for. i'm sure."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"wah, sure ah?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"yes, i'm sure!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so when we finally reached and i'd paid the fare, he turned around and asked me, "what is so special about this church and what's being taught there?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;he was so hungry for an answer. you could see it in his eyes, the longing. it's like he wanted to come but he wanted to be sure that it was something &lt;EM&gt;that&lt;/EM&gt; special.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) i told him what i was like before, how i used to live my life in the past and how going to new creation church and listening to the Word preached really really changed my life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;he just sat there listening to all i had to say. listening to my story :) listening to my story with Jesus :) and i saw a change on his face :) like something lighted up, like he knew there was a hope for him, just like there was hope for me :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i passed him one of our church pamphlet thingys before i got off the cab, showed him the service timings and all :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;somehow, i know he'll come.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:))) and so what if it was the most expensive cab ride ever? because i think it's the most precious! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and then you know what! it can only get better from here :) hahahaha see, taking cab is not always bad! haha :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2707642611514091720?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2707642611514091720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2707642611514091720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2707642611514091720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2707642611514091720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-taking-cabs.html' title='of taking cabs'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4851141767799814372</id><published>2007-12-26T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:51:36.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to never let go (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yes, in alphabetical order too haha haha :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;aaron bok. you are the biggest ass of a brother one could have, but also the handsomest funniest nicest coolest brother in the world :) thank you for the times when i could just sit in your room, to cry laugh stone talk listen sing. thank you for always being so generous. thank you for being you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;addy. dear i'm so so so glad you're coming back in january :) and january's only a few days away! :) :) i miss seeing you around at practice. thank you for always being so encouraging and so sweet :) you're really amazing addy and i thank God for you in my life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anjo peachy. sweetie i can't thank you enough for being my friend :) and i almost always forget that we're not actually the same age. thanks for the countless cab rides, for being so real, for daring to share secrets with meee :) i love you anjolene kaw.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ash. dude we've come a long way :) and i know that Daddy has greater things in store for you :) you were always meant for greatness asher. sing for Jesus :) sing with Jesus. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;audrey. dear i am so thankful to have had the privilege of serving with you this camp :) i love you so so so much and honestly, i'm so thankful that you're my friend :) thanks for all the hugs and laughs and the jumping on me from behind :) you're made for greater things that this sweetie :) there's so much more in store for you :) haha thank you for mission one and the armlock station :) iloveyou.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;babu. ok fine, shawngoh. thank you :) for being you. for laughs at the waffle shop and everywhere anywhere else, for being real, for worship sessions, for being you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;bei :) yes, it's time to come home. i'll be here with open arms dear :) promise.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ben tan. for being so patient, for being real, for daring to be open. serving with you is a pleasure :) thank you for that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;birdyy ernie lim. i can't thank you enough for the countless times you've brought smiles and laughter to all of us. you're different and you're crazy, but don't you ever let anyone take that from you, because it's what makes you special. and i swear you're more of a bird than a man. hahahahahhahahaha drink water!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;caihua. hey sweetie pie :) everytime i see you, you put a smile on my face. thank you for always being so sweet and loving, for always encouraging me :) you don't know how much you mean to me dear.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;celeste. i'm glad you're my friend :) 'nuff said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;charis lin. dear you are really the definition of sweet. hahaha but i really pray that you will gain some weight :) i'm still scared to hug you sometimes :) but i thank God for placing you in my life. getting to know you is something i will never regret :) and we love you so, Jesus and i :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;charis yue. it's been a long time :) but let's catch up soon dear :) i'll never forget the letters we'd write to each other every single week when we were in teenzeal and you were my leader :) thank you for taking that journey with me. it wouldn't have been the same if someone else was placed over me :) and i think, it wouldn't have been as beautiful a journey if it wasn't you :) love.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;charissa. hello my darling! i really miss our 106 journies and our lemon tea adventures :) i miss serving with you, holding your hand talking to you laughing with you crying on your shoulder :) you mean more to me than you know sweetie :) i am always thankful for you in my life :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;cherri. cherri cherri cherri. you wong-bok you :) hahaha i think all i can say is, how could i live without you, i want to know :) haha i sound so drama :D but honestly, thank you for crying with me, for hugs, for laughs, for giving me the thicker blanket, for providing me with countless toothbrushes:) for being my friend because many times i know i'm definitely not the nicest friend to have, for loving me as i am and always telling me i'm beautiful like it's real :) i have my journies but you have yours too :) don't be afraid that i won't be there as often because thats crazy :) i'm a bok-wong. i will always be a bok-wong. nothing will change that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;christine. you may never read this but i'll just write it anyway. from the first time i ever stepped into brightstar :) you were there to greet me with a smile. you're the first friend i had there :) thank you for helping me open up to the rest, for teaching me so so so much more than i could ever learn from seventy two years of studying :) i love you dear.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;clara. your posts on multiply are beautiful :) simple but powerful, and so in your face that i love reading them :) thanks for smiling and saying hi everytime i see you in church :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;clarissa. i miss you so much xiao mei.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;cliff. i love how you worship behind those drums, i love how you talk about worship and your life with Jesus in your entries :) i love how i can see Jesus in you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;coach andy. hellooooooooo and greetings from your powerpuff girl :) hahaha. thanks for all the times in HA, and when you were in the poly cluster, and thanks for the amazingly fun time at the armlock station at adventure camp :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;coach han. i miss you coach. thank you for being the one who always saw Jesus in me, who always chose to focus on my good side and not my bad even though the bad was always more overwhelming. thank you for opening doors for me and seeing the potential in me to rise up. thank you for always believing the best in me. part of the reason i am where i am today is you coach :) thank you for that :) i'm so happy that you're getting married :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;coach barnabas. hahahahaahah coach bunny-boos!!!! thank you for always being so willing to listen :) thank you for always waiting for me to finish with whatever i have to say before you start talking. thank you for laughs, thank you for being so real :) thank you coach, thank you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;constance. you're not forgotten babe :) i hope you're doing well :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;creature. thanks for all the times at gelare, at teh tarik. you're an amazing friend :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;daffy. you big sunflower girl! :) i really love seeing you because everytime i see you, you have a huge smile on your face and you remind me that nothing in this world is as bad as i think it is :) love you dear.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;denise. dear it's been such a short time that i've known you but i feel like i've known you for years! it's only been a few months in the IM team, but you know what :) i'm glad for those few months :) Daddy is good. adventure camp without you wouldn't have been the same :) so i'm really glad we were all there together!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;diana :) i miss laughing uncontrollably with you :) thank God for your spirit of joy. i miss you so much man.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ding. although we don't see each other often nowadays, i want you to know that you're just as precious, and that you're still in my prayers. always. you're one of my greatest blessings :) love.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;dunstan teo. maybe we're not as close we used to be, maybe we haven't hung out for a long time, but still i must tell you that you've been a blessing and always will be :) thank you for being you :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;eng kee. thanks for being the gentleman that you are :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;esther! hahaha my cheap thrill friend :) i love reading your testimonies on multiply :) they really encourage me :) heeheeheeeee thanks for being cheap thrill with me!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;evan. dear we'll see our dreams come true together :) i'm glad i've got you. psalmist princess you are, never let go of the anointing that Daddy has placed in you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;florence chan. you really make working a joy :) love.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;alicia fun. hahah you're way down here because in my phonebook you're saved under "fun" :D anyway i miss you so so much. we should really go out one of these days :) Daddy will make time for that. i know it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;gary tan!!! ahpa!! :) :) :) do you know how big a blessing you really are to me? from the first big-mouth-frog joke i told you till now, and the OH-MY-GOD that caused you to tear your lip. hahahahahahah! besides the very obvious point that you add so much joy to my life, thank you, for always being there when i'm down, for pulling me back up on my feet, for loving correction, for constantly reminding me of how precious i am to Jesus, for constantly telling me of His love for me. thank you for daring to be real and open with me, pa. your entire life is a story with Jesus waiting to be told to the world. you are a testimony :) and i'm so glad you're my ahpa. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;gege. thank you for being a part of my life :) i know you're busy, and i know you have your own journey to take, but thank you so much for making the effort to still be a part of my life :) love you gege.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;george. thank you for your wonderful deafening laughter and your amazing singing voice :) HAHAH! you're really amazing you, and i look forward to serving with you more in 2008!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;guan. i miss you but i'm really glad to know that you're doing well over there :) thank you for always being so sweet. you really are a woman of God.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hanyuen. thank you for still being my friend even though i was once tremendously mean to you hahahaha :) i know i can be the biggest idiot around at times :D haha haha but thanks. i've seen you grow so so much, and that alone has impacted my life :) more to come for you in 2008 my dear dear brother. you are a blessing just by being you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hui lin. dear lets go out soon :) i miss you, and thank you for all the times in productions. i'm so so so proud to tell people that you were once my shepherd my leader :) prouder still to tell them that you are my friend :) love.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ireen. i think i've only talked to you (as in really really talked and not hi-bye) like twice, or was it three times? haha but each time i do, you're just so ready to listen and i can really see the excitement in your eyes when i share with you my testimonies. you really really have a heart for people dear. thank you for taking the time to ask me how i am :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;jingyi. as you mentioned in your letter to me :) we don't spend as much time together as we used to, but i'm glad that we're still friends and that we can still share our lives with each other :) i'm glad i've got a sister like you!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;jo soh. dear! i love you man! hahaha thank you for everything :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;joelle. i miss you too much.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;john. heyz. hahahahahhahaha! i'm so happy that we're going to your place this friday :) your family has always been a source of joy and acceptance :) from sec3 till today, i'm so glad i saw the teenzeal lanyard on your table, i'm so glad we brought sam and ding to church, i'm so glad we became friends :) you changed my life. thank you for being you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;jolene kang. thank you for being you. even through the times when i really gave you a hard time with my disgusting attitude and stubborn-ness, you never hated me or got fed up or screamed at me. really dear, thank you. to have a leader and friend like you is just an amazing blessing :) thank you for taking this journey with me. i will invite you to my wedding one day :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;jon liew. haha i'm glad you're back even if its just for three months :) thank you for teaching me, for guiding me :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;joseph goh! hahahaha thank you for being such an excellent server that you would even sneak into the women's meeting and get caught by pauline! HAHA ok joke joke but yes :) i'm so glad that i got the chance to serve with you in camp :) you're amazing. thank you for being you, and for your silly lame jokes that really made me laugh! hahahahaha :) and yahhhhhhh, i know you're 25 still. ahahahhaha :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;joy chua and robin chua!! joyjoy! roar bean! when i look at both of you, i get really inspired :D thank you for everything! for laughs and encouragements :) for lovely beautiful posts on multiply and silly replies :) thank you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;justin chua :D hello my dear brother. i've known you since i was in primary 4. gosh that's like 9 years? plus minus. we've really grown haven't we :) i'm glad, really glad, that i've got you in my life. thank you for all the bus rides and cab rides home, for all the teh tarik sessions and the many talks, for saying that i have melodious laughter and i really believe that i do hahahaha, for sharing your life with me, for being you :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;kells. dear i really love you :) you're my blessing and we should really go out soon! love.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;kenn :) thank you for still saying hi and not running away everytime you see cherri and i :) thank you for the photos!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;larry. hello grandson you've not bought me my walking stick and wheelchair! but you know, thanks for being my guitarist through out my time in ngee ann :) i know that i'm really demanding sometimes but thank you for understanding :) you're an amazing grandson to have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;lauren and lenise. how can i seperate the two of you? you're like the ONLY pair of sisters i know who only quarrel once in five years. hahahah it's too amazing. but thank you for being the sweetest pair of sisters i have ever known. seeing the two of you live together, serve together is really amazing :) really proves that family matters to God :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;liling. please come back. it's time to come back. i miss you so much. there is so much in store for you here. so much that's waiting for you. just turn around and head home. i really want to see you living the much more. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;man bear terence :) yes, as is said by you and justin, i have really seen Jesus work in your life in this short time :) i'm glad He brought you into ngee ann caregroup, i'm glad He gave you so much favour with us, i'm glad He put you into the IMstudents team, i'm glad He's given you so much favour there, i'm glad He brought you to choir too :) more new beginnings, are you ready? :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;melon man. to the one who has always always been there for me, thank you. Daddy really really loves me to have given me a friend like you. i don't know what else to say but thank you :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;mingming. love you bro. thank you for opening up to me :) thank you for letting me be your friend. you really have alot in you that's just waiting to burst out :) i'm waiting for the day that you step of the cliff :) because that's the day that the wind will catch under your wings and you'll start to soar effortlessly, higher than you ever imagined you could soar. freedom is but a step away :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;morely! :) you're a great blessing. thank you for protecting us during the armlock game :) and thank you for helping to throw me into the mud. hahahahha :) you're awesome to serve with :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;nat. TSK! hahahahaha dear you're priceless lah you :) i'm glad we were at camp together :) i'm so glad i got to serve alongside with you :) in choir in IM in adventure camp :) more to come amen! loveyou!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;nicnic. thank you for being my blessing :) you have been a huge blessing to me in more ways than you know :) thank you for cab rides home, for mrt rides home, for teh tarik nights, for jokes fun laughter, for encouraging me, for praying with me, for being my brother :) i love you man!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;pilly and muthu :) thank you pilly for praying for me with me, for laughing for zaofan for crazy silly photos for drawing in my choir file for hugs for singing together for sharing your life with me for letting me share my life with you for always bringing back sth special for me from japan. thank you muthu for sharing on your multiply which never fails to either make me collapse on the floor with laughter or tear because i'm so touched by what i read :) for writing beautiful anointed songs for serving with me in the dare band for lame jokes for encouragement :) thank you both for my 'acquintance' table at the wedding!!! :DDD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ping. you're so cute! hahahahah thank you for teaching me and guiding me, and for complaining together with me about lousy bus service on an early tuesday morning :D &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;pretty. becks darling i'll never forget bus ride with you to camp :) and i love bumping into you at your shop downstairs when i go down for my lunch break :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;rach. rachel chua you're indescribable :) hahahah even though you nearly swear at me and i nearly swear at you but through it all i'm glad the friendship isn't based on us but on the Unshakable :) i am so glad that we were the ones who discovered i God you :) i'm glad it wasn't anyone else but you. i'm thankful for QT and i'll only ever want to ride a double bike with you, or maybe my future boyfriend haha. thank you for being my friend darling :) iGodyou.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;ramona. renoma. hahahahahahha i love you dear ;) i'll never forget the time we took 106 from suntec together to go for cg :) and you made me laugh so hard that i thought i would burst :) but you're really an amazing woman of God. i've yet to pass you tour christmas present but i don't think you're back from israel yet! :) love you so much dear :) lets go out soon.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;sam chan :) i can't really remember exactly when was the first time i met you :) but i thank God i did. you're an amazing man of God, and your life is such a testimony. thank you for helping us that time when we wanted to surprise huilin and gary on their birthday :) thank you for planning this adventure camp :) thank you for laughing with me about silly things like gingerbok man and bok-bok-keh. hahahahha! thank you sam!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;sammy hammy. dear i love you so so much and i can't wait to see you on the 28th!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;shavonne ;) dear i'm glad i chose to hold your hand last year after everyone had left the surprise party for cherri. i'm glad that you're not just my friend's sister, but that you're MY friend too :) i'm glad i got to see you grow in this ministry :) i'm glad i will continue to see such accelerated growth in your life :) loveyou.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;trisa. hi my big eyed friend! haha :) love you so much. thanks for the sweet smses that pop out of nowhere but remind me that i'm loved :) thank you for sharing your life with me :) i really love you dear.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;uncle jasbeer! thank you for always being so willing to help me :) thank you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;valen. i miss you. come back dear. we're all waiting.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;wanhua. haha you're crazy but that's what i love about you :) that you honestly don't really care about what people think about you. and the way you love your friends with a passion :) i love you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;wanting. i'll always remember the time we talked and talked and talked through janet's wedding :) thank you for listening :) thank you for being my friend. thank you for the few suppers that we've had and for sending me home with tat huan :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;wee lock :) hi sis hahahah thank you for loving me, for always sending me home if you have the car even though i stay like at the other end of singapore, and thank you for coming to fetch me to suntec too! you're really a huge blessing :) thanks for all those random drives around singapore :) thank you for sharing your life with me. i know Daddy has great things in store for you :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;woman. annabelle bok you're the weirdest person alive i swear but that's okay :D you're not that bad for a sister hahahahah! thanks :) iloveyou.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yongjeeeeee you're really an amazing friend to have. thank you for everything. you've done so much for me :) thanks for sending me home after choir and supper, thanks for praying with me for me, thanks for singing thank you to me and for always wanting to sing thank you :) its really really encouraging. thanks for listening to me when i have to vomit out everything that's happened, thanks for being ever so patient, thanks for laughing with me. thank you for being my friend. i can't thnk you enough man!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yosh :) i can only say, we should meet more :) be it breakfast lunch or dinner :) hahah love you! thank you for being that source of joy and encouragement in my life, for sharing with me things that are so real :) thank you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;yvonne :) its finally your turn! hhaha i've so much to tell you it's amazing :) thank you for dinner at subway that time when i just had to tell you how i felt about moving up. thank you for always understanding, for caring for encouraging. thank you for being so patient with me. thank you for telling me that you love me :) thank you for standing outside the command post with me to hear me ramble on and on about camp :) thank you for laughing with me :) you're not just my leader, you're not just my friend, you're my Gift from Daddy :) i love you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;zann. dear i'm so glad i met you :) i'm glad you're my friend. i'm glad we serve together :) thank you for being the cute sweet and funny girl that you are. thank you for always holding my hand and for laughing with me, thank you for sharing with me, talking to me and listening to me talk :) thank you dear :) thank you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;zhenling :) thank you for daring to be open with me and for sharing a part of your life with me, for not blaming me for doing sth so silly. thank you for being my friend :) you are amazing, my dear. you really are :) you are beautiful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i honestly hope that i didn't miss anyone! hahaha if i did just tell me and i'll add you in :D ahahah okay omg :) it's late! i have to sleep! i have work tomorrow! but really :) Daddy really loves me to have placed each of you in my life :) i'm really more than blessed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4851141767799814372?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4851141767799814372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4851141767799814372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4851141767799814372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4851141767799814372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-never-let-go.html' title='to never let go (:'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6243592619391439059</id><published>2007-12-25T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:44:09.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;okay, you know what. i have so much to talk about, about the camp, that i just don't know where to start. but basically, i miss the camp comm and the servers man! goodness! life's different without spending 24hrs with each other! i really miss that man :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and you know what :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;as servers we really witnessed a change in the people, both individually and as a whole :) which is what i think is one of the most precious things :) you really see bonding happen, and you really see the people mature in their thinking and the way the act.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;the joy we felt, seeing the revelation of never-let-go drop from each campers head to their hearts :) from them knowing it to feeling it and then living it :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;it made me feel.. honoured :) and very privileged and blessed indeed that Daddy would actually hand pick me to serve at this camp, alongside many other servers who are like definitions of excellent servers :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;these are people who are always eager to put the campers and even their fellow servers before themselves, these are people who care more for the welfare of others, who would give up their personal time to help a camper in need :) these are the people i serve with, these are the people i am proud to call family :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;amazing people like gary, samchan, yvonne, jo soh, audrey, rach, nat, charissa, denise, morely, louis wang, joseph, ping, yq, zhengfu, anil, big ben, jon poh, coach andy, coach jo, eileen, shirley, xiaohan, bridget, stella, shayna, jana, irish, minghui, edmund, zheng kai, kenn, eng chong, ian and so many more :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;man, you guys are really amazing!! i think it was beautiful to see not only the campers bonding with themselves, but the servers too :) we became family. and i like family.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;we looked out for each other, helped each other even with the simple things like getting water or waking up on time :) hahahahaha or taking towel if we forgot :D HAHAHA ok thats only me but still :) thank you charissa! hahaha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;you know it's funny how people can bond so much in just four short days :) sometimes i wish everyday was a camp because we get so close and we learn to live with each other just the way we are.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but then again, if we had that, we'd take it for granted sooner or later. i think, maybe it'd be nice if we learnt to live with each other just the way we are not just in camp, but in the everyday life :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i will never forget how it feels like to be thrown into an ankle deep pool of mud, and how it feels to be dragged around in it, and definitely how it feels to throw someone else into it! HAHAH o gosh :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Daddy loves me enough to place me at the armlock station, and He loves me even more to place the specific facils there with me :) rach, drey, shirley, morely, yq, louis, anil, ben, coach andy :)) you guys are amazing man!! hahaha i swear our station is the most happening station :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and the 5BX station! hahahaha girls, i love all of you from the bottom of my heart! :)) drey, rach, denise, nat, charissa, minghui, jo, linda :) hahahaah we had so much fun going crazy, doing the 5BX ourselves just to keep awake because we were getting so so so sleepy :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha and then joseph turned up and made audrey and i laugh so hard that we forgot all about our "role-play" in front of the campers for just that short while :D aahahah the stupid super bass :D hahahah! amazing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;all the late nights, all the madness from lack of sleep, all the going "aaahhhhhh" together because there exists no water heaters in sarimbun scout camp, all the "eh later need to bring file anot?" and all the "what time do we have to wake up ah", and the not being able to climb onto the double decker bed and not forgetting my most wonderful and effective alarm tone :D AHAHAHAH&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and of course :) playing the water bottle game! ohhhhhh yvonne! let's get the IM and events team out again :D i promise my hand is better now and i can play it already! let's go ice-skating, or blading at marine cove, or maybe we'll just go back to minds cafe!! hahah! o you know what :D we should go play laser quest! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyways :) ahhh! i have so much to say! goodness :) the sharing sessions; i'm so sure they sank deep into the hearts of each individual camper and server. the worship and the campfire; crazy fun and beautiful intimate moments with Jesus, beside the ones you love the most :) mission one which brought out the ugliest in the people, but which made Daddy's beauty shine through so strong it became something so undeniable. the supposed mission two which was total exhiliration and fun and madness but which brought each cluster so much closer together, which grew our boys into men, which made the armlock facils realise how cool it is to play in mud hahaha :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;command post duty from 2am to 5am with rachel chua is one of the things i'll never forget :) thank you ong zheng kai for gum, laptop, friday night lights. thank you ahpa for waking me up abit with the mad laughter. thank you kenn for letting us peep abit at the photos! thank you rachel chua for being you :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) its beautiful to see people loving each other even with all the ugliness. and its beautiful to see how people so different can come together and talk about just one thing common : Jesus. its beautiful to see people encouraging each other and pulling each other up if they fall. its beautiful to see people finding themselves in Jesus. its beautiful to see people opening up and becoming confortable with each other. its beautiful to see families forming :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;its beautiful, this camp :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and i know this has been a long post but but but! this is still not all man. everything that's in my heart about the camp is just too too much and i really don't have the ability to express it all in words :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but one thing i do know, is that this camp has been beautiful. right down to the smallest details and the (extremely) last minute changes. it has seen ugliness, but it has brought out beauty. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and, talking about letting go :) &lt;BR&gt;i know You'll never let go of me, not even my dreams :) so thank You.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6243592619391439059?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6243592619391439059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6243592619391439059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6243592619391439059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6243592619391439059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-letting-go.html' title='talk about letting go'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-557673835920371383</id><published>2007-12-21T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:24:36.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE BAACCKKKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;just got back from camp! :) i have never appreciated warm water so much in my life man. and and and ice cream too! it has never tasted nicer! :) hahahahahah most of all, CLEAN TOILETS WOOHOOOOO!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway, i sprained/twisted my left wrist.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but the amazing thing is that, it only started hurting today like when we reached suntec, though i distinctly remembered that it got injured during the arm lock game cos some guy went abit mad and shoved my arm away and my wrist cracked backwards.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;haha haha but God is good. i'm now one hand paralysed. i can't straighten out my fingers totally and i can't turn my wrist in any direction so that sucks cos even bathing and drying yourself and esp changing is damn hard lah! i can't even tie my hair.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;it's really God's protection. can ou imagine how i would have struggled if the pain had set in while we were still in the midst of camp? man! then i wouldn't have gotten to "enjoy" being thrown into and dragged around in mud, i wouldn't have been able to play the water bottle game, i wouldn't be able to help with F&amp;B set up and the serving of food, i wouldn't have been able to enjoy campfire goodness me! and today during ministering i wouldn't have been able to catch.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) you know, Daddy is really so good. everything about the camp was awesome :) :) and so yes cherri, this is as much of a Jesus camp than HM6ix or other camps. what was merely a faith picture less than aweek ago is today a reality :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyhow :D i'll talk more about camp next time lah. my dad has finished rubbing my wrist and wrapping it up and i am seriously in need of SLEEP :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;omg, i so love the camp comm and all servers!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-557673835920371383?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/557673835920371383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=557673835920371383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/557673835920371383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/557673835920371383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-baacckkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='WE&amp;#39;RE BAACCKKKKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5563866032463593580</id><published>2007-12-17T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:41:10.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;camp is here :) praise the Lord.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and yeah, i really needed the break :) haha thank You Daddy for perfect timing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway while i'm away i know You'll look after my valerie. she's so precious and even though i've never been through the situation of my mother having a miscarriage, i know it must be hard. and she's only three. she's only three. but she knows. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;my heart broke to pieces when she told me "my baby brother is in heaven, and Jesus is looking after him. now my mummy cannot get up from the bed."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but yes Lord. You'll never let go of her :) and i can take comfort in that because my hands are too small, and i'm totally incapable of healing her hurt anyway :) but poppy's never too young to know Your love :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;OKAY! CAMP IS HERE!&lt;BR&gt;WE IS TO BE EXCITEMENT!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5563866032463593580?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5563866032463593580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5563866032463593580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5563866032463593580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5563866032463593580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/hallelujah.html' title='HALLELUJAH!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-289091761351516996</id><published>2007-11-21T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:15:35.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;eh, i was just thinking. it's so funny, my classmate was telling me the other day that when she was pregnant, and quite late into the pregnancy, i think like 7 mths or so, she was taking the MRT and it was quite crowded, but this woman like pushed her away and just sat down.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;then she (my classmate) exclaimed quite loudly, "if you're pregnant you sit down loh, just sit down."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hahhah ok it sounds really mean lah but honestly, it was so funny and i couldn't stop laughing! because the thing is that the woman who pushed her away to sit down was like a well abled person, so yah that's really quite idiotic.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;then i started thinking of the means things that i did last time. hahah its quite funny now when i think about it, although some are really quite mean. the one that i really can't forget is the squeezy MRT ride with steve and aliciafun.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hahahah! okay, up till now i still almost can't believe i really did that but o well :D&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;eh, share leh! hahaha what are the mean but funny things that you've done before! i'm pretty sure everyone has done stuff like that before right! :D&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-289091761351516996?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/289091761351516996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=289091761351516996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/289091761351516996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/289091761351516996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-things.html' title='funny things!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6965405041160483812</id><published>2007-11-15T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:55:20.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i'm tired.&lt;BR&gt;i'm really tired God. i really don't know how much further i can stretch, and i really can't tell how much longer i can hold out. i know it's not about me, i know You'll be there when i fall but sometimes it just gets hard.&lt;BR&gt;it's not helping that i've to take the dumb tablets like three to four times a day. it doesn't help that i constantly wake up at 5am with sinus. it doesn't help when you have irritating classmates who think everything's just a big joke. it's not that fun to have 16hr days three days in a row God.&lt;BR&gt;i'm sorry i know i'm being really mean and pessimistic but i'm just tired.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;enough is enough, right?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;so here goes.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;go on and cry. let it out if you need to. I'm still here. have always been. yes, it's Me holding you now, looking silly holding that bucket under your chin to catch your falling tears. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;there now, My dear :) don't you feel better already?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;because when noone else knows how you feel, My love for you will prove so real. and when noone else cares where you've been, I'll run to you with outstretched hands, and I'll hold you in my arms, always.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;now sleep, Sweetie, because tomorrow is in My hands :) remember, your whole world is!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;o, and of course, I love you sweets :))&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6965405041160483812?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6965405041160483812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6965405041160483812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6965405041160483812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6965405041160483812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/11/help-me.html' title='help me'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4262965404848858347</id><published>2007-11-12T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:13:52.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>every single lil' thing :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;for every time You've made me smile&lt;BR&gt;for every tear You keep when i cry&lt;BR&gt;for every single time You lifted me up&lt;BR&gt;for everything Lord i thank You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;for every purpose in my life fulfilled&lt;BR&gt;for every precious calling sealed&lt;BR&gt;for every song You put in me&lt;BR&gt;for everything Lord i thank You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;for every sunrise in the early morns&lt;BR&gt;for every little drop of rain&lt;BR&gt;for every tree to shelter me&lt;BR&gt;for everything Lord i thank You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;for every promise unbroken&lt;BR&gt;for every dream come true&lt;BR&gt;for every little thing You do&lt;BR&gt;thank You that i can trust in You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;gosh how i love You :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4262965404848858347?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4262965404848858347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4262965404848858347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4262965404848858347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4262965404848858347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-single-lil-thing.html' title='every single lil&amp;#39; thing :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2845331577227364990</id><published>2007-11-11T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:14:23.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you might think i'm over-reacting, you might think i'm just blowing it up to a size to fit my temper. let me tell you something. if you were me, you'd react in the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have we planned to meet, and always always always i'm left sitting there like some.. some dumb girl, walking around aimlessly for at least half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know yourself that it's not the first time you've been really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know yourself that it's not the first time you only woke up when it's time to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know yourself how many times i've told you it doesn't actually matter if you're gonna be late, but i just want you to tell me so i can make other plans, but you never did. and i always have to be the one to call you, only to hear "o haha i'm late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i don't already know, because i'm already at where we're supposed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going overboard girl. really overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are limits to my patience, and i'm not God so i'm sorry to break the news to you this way but i can't love you unconditionally the way He does. sometimes, things still get to me and i still get pissed off if some things just don't change, even after such a long time and so many chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many times dear, too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can even forget that we have plans for dinner and plan to meet up with someone else :) haha. sometimes i don't even know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, meeting me is a matter so trivial that everything else surpasses its priority :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aren't my only friend dear :)&lt;br /&gt;haha but you should just know that i'm really pissed off this time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you said 730pm tmr. if you're not there by 745pm, i'm going home :)&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-7866384.post-4483497124587493014</id><published>2007-10-31T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:14:41.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someday :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;someday we'll know if love can move a mountain&lt;BR&gt;someday we'll know why the sky is blue&lt;BR&gt;someday we'll know why i wasn't meant for you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;someday we'll know why samson loved delilah&lt;BR&gt;someday we'll go dancing on the moon&lt;BR&gt;(i dunno how this line goesss)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;hey now, i know, cos Love has moved my mountains&lt;BR&gt;hey now, i know why the sky is blue&lt;BR&gt;hey now, i know why He gave His life for you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;someday we'll know why samson loved delilah&lt;BR&gt;someday we'll go dancing on the moon&lt;BR&gt;one day we'll be, walkin' on heavens streets of gold&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) one day, someday! and i'm living in exciting times!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4483497124587493014?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4483497124587493014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4483497124587493014&amp;isPopup=true' 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it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RtmWUGk8d2I/AAAAAAAAABs/nUec2uckk3M/s1600-h/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105276924708288354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RtmWUGk8d2I/AAAAAAAAABs/nUec2uckk3M/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RtmWUmk8d3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/nff8D8QV0zE/s1600-h/IMG_3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105276933298222962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RtmWUmk8d3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/nff8D8QV0zE/s320/IMG_3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;GREATNESS :) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and of course, a HUGE load of LOVE:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6790351260981054936?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6790351260981054936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6790351260981054936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6790351260981054936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6790351260981054936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-look.html' title='LOOK LOOK!'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RtmWUGk8d2I/AAAAAAAAABs/nUec2uckk3M/s72-c/IMG_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-5470404211092055075</id><published>2007-08-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:01:25.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to never forget :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;you know today, as pastor was praying for us after the service and all, it suddenly felt as if God was letting me watch a movie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i swear it's the best movie i've seen in my life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;i saw that scene in The Passion, where Jesus was hanging on the cross, bleeding and beaten beyond form of recognition, crying out, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and you know how it is in movies when they show a scene that happens concurrently to the scene that they just showed?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;concurrently to Jesus hanging on the cross, i saw God, ripping out the gates of hell like how samsom ripped out the gates of the philistines. i then saw new meaning to the phrase "the gates of hell shall not prevail against us".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;then, as the roman soldier poked his spear into the side of Jesus and the water splashed out onto his face, God smashed the gates of hell on the ground and commanded with a voice that was full of victory, "LET MY PEOPLE GO!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;"but He brought His people safely out of egypt, loaded with silver and gold; there were no sick or feeble people among them."        psalm105:37&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;:) haha thank you samson for sharing your story!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5470404211092055075?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5470404211092055075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5470404211092055075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5470404211092055075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5470404211092055075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-never-forget.html' title='to never forget :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-495250437307792954</id><published>2007-08-16T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:31:04.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Sun, the Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;so i remember one night, i think about a year ago, i was lying in brother's bed at about 4am, there about. he was in thailand i think, and his bed's just beside the window, which slide open so you can just push everything to one side and the opening gets really big and you can see almost the whole sky.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and i remember staring up at the sky and thinking to myself, golly, those people are right when they said that the sky is the darkest before dawn, cos by gum the sky was really pitch black! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and likewise, the only other time i remembered seeing that many stars in the sky was the time when the entire singapore had a blackout :) haa i remember that!! had to hold a huge candle and walk down twelve flights of stairs to fetch the sister :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;anyway :) i remember being inquisitive, probing God with questions about why He had to make it such that the sky is darkest before dawn, why not a few hours before, why SO dark, why this why that why to everything about the issue.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;wasn't really expecting an answer because i thought it was just some random question floating around in my brain, the retorical kind which you think of just cos you're bored those kind.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;but suddenly it's like i could literally hear a voice whispering in my ear, not that it wa creepy or anything but yeah, woah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;and it said (not exactly but as best as i can remember) that the sky is always darkest before dawn so that i'd be able to see the beauty of the sunrise to its fullest extent, to see the complete drama of His art work :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;for me to know that, at the darkest points of times in my life, all i ever have to do is to lift my head high, and i'll see a sky full of stars, full of the Lord's promises for me and toward me, to remind me that hope is still and always will be there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;in fact, i realised, i don't even try with my own efforts to lift my head up high, because in psalms it is promised to me that Daddy Himself is the Lifter of my head :) the One who holds my head high.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://www.beautyfromtheheart.org/uploaded_images/09_sunrise_rays-700309.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;isn't my Jesus so beautiful? :))&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-495250437307792954?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/495250437307792954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=495250437307792954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/495250437307792954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/495250437307792954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/08/sun-son.html' title='the Sun, the Son'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-591352543403357990</id><published>2007-08-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:57:06.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isaiah55:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;:) my favourite verse for now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;thanks Daddy, for 'forcing' me to read my daily devotions :D heheh You knew how much i need it, every single day. thanks man!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;Isaiah 55:11&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; it shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;:) thank You Daddy, You even remember the prayers that i forget, the prayers that i think will never come true, the prayers that i even lost faith in.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;actually come to think of it, prayer is talking to God. and you know how powerful that is? doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when, doesn't even matter why. God hears, God knows, God remembers, God fulfills.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;and in fact He doesn't just make it come to pass, because the Bible says that "it shall prosper" and yeah, that basically means that everything i tell God will happen and will be fulfilled in a really really really goooood way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;it's mind-blowing to think how a God so big and so magnificent would actually come down to my level just to talk to me, just to hear my prayers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;do you even know how much i actually mean to Him, for Him to do all this just for me? do you know how much He loves me for my words to mean so much to Him that He would actually remember them?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;come on. it's like, as much as i love the favouritest of my kids, i know i'm definitely not the best teacher, and as best as i want to love them, many times i don't even remember alot of things about them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;but think about it. i'm not a perfect teacher but God is the epitomy of Perfection! there is a reason to why He is called the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings you know!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;and can you imagine? &lt;EM&gt;once&lt;/EM&gt; the word goes forth from your mouth, God hears and keeps it in His memory. even the softest sigh or the littlest comment, the smallest complaint. everything. He hears everything.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;i don't even listen to everything my mom says! or my closest friend, or favourite kid. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;:) and He understands me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;how amazing can this get right? how cool can this God be? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;sometimes we wait so long just to see one dream come true, and when it finally comes true we're so thrilled, so happy, so.. refreshed. as if your faith just soared to greater heights.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;can you imagine, if you get so happy at your dream finally coming true, what about Daddy, who has been the One planning the surprise all along?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;i mean, i really honestly love planning surprises for people, or even making them little gifts or cards just to see their happy faces when they recieve the gift :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;even though it takes time to complete the card or takes money to get the present and stuff like that, it makes me happy why? only because i know how happy the reciever of the gift will be :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;and throughout the process of making the card/present i get really excited too, just thinking about the person you're gonna give it too, just picturing the smile on that person's face.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;how about God!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;God, who is altogether lovely, who is perfect in every action deed thought and motive, who is perfect love, who is totally and completely &lt;STRONG&gt;for me&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;who is head over heels in love with me,&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; who gave up His very Son for me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;can i even dare to begin imagining how happy GOD is when planning these small little surprises for me? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;it's like His full time job! He spends all His time thinking of the next way to bless me, the next way to make me happy, the next dream of mine that He can fulfill for me, the next way He can prosper me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;if i, being imperfect, know how to be happy in seeing someone else happy, HOW MUCH MORE GOD! &lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and i am the object of His love leh!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;:) o Lord! want You to know You make me happy :) hahahahahha :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;thank You Daddy for Isaiah55:11.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#9999ff&gt;:) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-591352543403357990?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/591352543403357990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=591352543403357990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/591352543403357990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/591352543403357990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/08/isaiah5511.html' title='isaiah55:11'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6491307222251328836</id><published>2007-08-11T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:43:53.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;I have never walked on water&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Felt the waves beneath my feet but&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;At Your word Lord&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;I receive Your&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Faith to walk on oceans deep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;And I remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;How You found me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;In that very same place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;All my failings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Surely would have drowned me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Still You made a way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;You are my freedom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Jesus You’re the reason&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;I’m kneeling again at Your throne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Where would I be without You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Here in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Here in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;You have said that all the heavens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Sing for joy at one who finds the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Way to freedom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Truth of Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Bought from death into His life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;And I remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;How You saw me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Through the eyes of Your grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Though the cost was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Your Beloved for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;Still You made a way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;thank You Lord, because i don't know what else to say, don't know what else to do, but one thing i do know, one thing i know for certain, is that You have made a way for me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;that much i know.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;when noone else knows how i feel, Your love for me is proven real. and that's true freedom.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6491307222251328836?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6491307222251328836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6491307222251328836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6491307222251328836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6491307222251328836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/08/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2181311118509347985</id><published>2007-07-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:37:02.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;are REALLY a GIFT from God :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;honestly, the past three months in Brightstar has taught me so so so much, and yeah, i have &lt;EM&gt;never&lt;/EM&gt; once regretted stepping past those glass doors that click shut really loudly :) i am so glad to have had my contract extended twice :) :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;one thing for sure, working with kids have definitely taught me patience :p &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;i used to get seriously annoyed when for example you're in a shopping centre and you see a kid throwing a tantrum like a mad dog, rolling about on the floor and screaming as if he had to prove to the world that he actually had lungs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;but i've realised, hey, even kids have reasoning :) and though it might not be the most sensible thing to us adults (or.. older ones hahaha), but they have their reasons. (okay maybe with some exceptions haha)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;after working with kids for the past few months, i realised that when i see a kid crying over what i thought was for no reason, i'd get more concerned now than i was before, like i would really want to know the kid's reason for crying :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;and also, another thing i've learnt is how to be a kid again :) how to laugh if you want to laugh and not keep it in, how to enjoy even the simplest things and be satisfied with the littlest of pleasures :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;sometimes i find myself being so kiddish when i'm out with my own friends, they don't even know what i laugh about sometimes because it seems like i spend so much time with the kids until i find what they find funny funny too! hahah :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) you know how easy it is to make a kid smile? :) just a silly face, a wink, a response, a tiny tap on the nose :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;so many times people think that the only thing that will make a kid really happy is like a toy, or maybe sweets and chocolates and maybe barney or spiderman.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;but i've learnt that what means most to them is really, LOVE.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;like what our supervisor always reminds us, give the kid an hour of your time, and he'll give you two hours of peace. but if you ignore the presence of that kid or fail to assure him that you're aware of his presence, when you need him to listen to your instructions, you'll get two hours of hell instead.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) and it's so true. you can't imagine how loving kids can be :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;what makes my day every single day in school is just to see the genuinely happy and smiling face on even just one kid :) you know, when kids are happy, you can really really see the joy literally radiating and oozing from their faces and smiles :) and it's contagious!(howtospell)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;another thing i've learnt from kids is, really, forgiveness.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;one moment, edmund tan snatches the toy from aaron and they get into a &lt;STRONG&gt;huge&lt;/STRONG&gt; fight resulting in aaron sinking his teeth into edmund and edmund sinking his nails into aaron, and ends with screams and tears and annoyed teachers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;the next moment, they're best friends again, playing with each other as if they were inseperable since birth :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;or you scold them for doing something wrong and the next thing you know, he's all wrapped around your leg like a koala bear, and the next thing you hear is just "teacher manda, i love you!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) i mean, yeah. kids are really people who know how to enjoy the moment, live in the moment. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;learning to be a kid again, for me, is so much more than just learning how to have fun although yah, that is really important haha! :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;more importantly, of course, is that i've learnt to recieve love so readily. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;i mean, you'll never see a child refusing a hug or not smiling (even if it's secretly) after being kissed on the cheek, or a child refusing to sit on your lap. okay maybe abused kids but aiyah you know what i mean right!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) i love it you know, how my dear jeryl is so attached to me :) he loves sitting in my lap so much :) haha i lovelove playing with him :) i love it how isabel sweetie will stare up at me with those huge gigantic eyes, fully expecting me to carry her :) i love it how renee refuses to let go of my hand, or rather, finger :) i love it how jamiel even gets jealous when she sees me carrying other kids! i just find it super funny and amusing lah! :) i love how ruben always wants to sit beside me and help me carry the toothbrush tray "because it's very heavy" :) :) i love how daniel runs to me and flings himself into my arms every morning just to hug me and say "teacher amanda!" :) i love how kimi calls me "teacher panda" and giggles with delight every single time i touch her nose :) i love how my noah will run to me everyday to sing me 'tong hua', and i don't even have to ask :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;o man! i could go on forever about my kids! :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;but yeah, it's so amazing and lovely to see how easily and readily kids acccept love and attention. and for me, realising this has made me come to realise something.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;that my Daddy King in Heaven, everyday, every single moment of every single day, He just can't wait to give &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;ALL&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; His attention to me, pour out every single drop of His love on me!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;but how do i react to that? do i recieve it easily and readily? or do i shy away thinking that O maybe He has some, like, ulterior motive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;o come on amanda bok! the bible already says that Jesus is &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;ALTOGETHER LOVELY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, and &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;He is PERFECT&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;! what ulterior motive? this full-man-full-God knew no sin, did no sin, had no sin in Him. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;every single thing about Jesus is perfect, even His motives.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;and anyway, who said you always have to have a motive to love someone? :) why can't we just leave love as it is, plain and simple. why can't we just leave it at, when you love someone you just cannot help but want to be with him, want to talk to him, want his attention, want to do things for him, want to think about him, want to remember him, want to make him happy, to want the best for him :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) yupp. for now, for me, i'll leave love as this. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) and thank you kids, for teaching me to dare to be loved all over again, for helping to find my way back into love :) :) yeah, Jesus wants to love me, to hold me, to have me sit in His lap, to look up at Him with big eyes and expect to be carried, to make me happy, to talk to me, to give me all His attention, to be with me, to pat me to sleep every night and even if i'm just taking a nap.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#66ff99&gt;:) kids. my blessing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2181311118509347985?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2181311118509347985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2181311118509347985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2181311118509347985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2181311118509347985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/07/kids.html' title='kids :)'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3745935553565550049</id><published>2007-07-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:43.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RpZJOAP_mTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SSkQVbcaFCM/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086333334095632690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RpZJOAP_mTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SSkQVbcaFCM/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Proverbs31:25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She is &lt;strong&gt;clothed&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;dignity&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and she &lt;strong&gt;laughs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without fear of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is Your Promise to me, You who is incapable of lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;no more plasters, Daddy. the wound is open and fresh for You to heal, for You to love back to wholeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;no more running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;here in Your embrace, is where i'm home, is where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3745935553565550049?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3745935553565550049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3745935553565550049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3745935553565550049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3745935553565550049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/07/proverbs3125-she-is-clothed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RpZJOAP_mTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SSkQVbcaFCM/s72-c/IMG_2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-6887898806681447894</id><published>2007-06-30T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:43.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RoaXTuU1EcI/AAAAAAAAABU/IspYKlvz3cU/s1600-h/ispc069054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081915594642887106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RoaXTuU1EcI/AAAAAAAAABU/IspYKlvz3cU/s320/ispc069054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RoaXTuU1EdI/AAAAAAAAABc/S4pVKAe_iks/s1600-h/Whisper-467686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081915594642887122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RoaXTuU1EdI/AAAAAAAAABc/S4pVKAe_iks/s320/Whisper-467686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not fair Lord. why is this happening, why does it have to be like this, when will my miracle come, when will it be my turn, why him, why her, why not me, why must it be this way, how come it didn't turn out the way i thought it would, why this why that why why why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"sshhh.." He whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) "life doesn't have to be fair before you can enjoy it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6887898806681447894?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6887898806681447894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6887898806681447894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6887898806681447894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6887898806681447894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-not-fair-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RoaXTuU1EcI/AAAAAAAAABU/IspYKlvz3cU/s72-c/ispc069054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-7536605089387683264</id><published>2007-06-30T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:09:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:) it's happening again you know. remember how you were with the rest of us back then, getting all upset because we never could understand his actions and how it seemed that they were getting more important to him than us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, now it's you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, it's not that i'm blaming you because maybe this is just how it is. maybe this is just part and parcel of life and what we will all have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah, though if you look at it a lil' differently, don't you think it's kinda scary? how it sorta.. 'steals' you away? you know how we're feeling now, i know you do because you were there previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes, like what you boldly admitted to me a few months ago (maybe even longer) (which i truly appreciate your doing so by the way), i am jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, maybe we're still quite alike anyways. but it's like, i really truly honestly feel like i'm being replaced in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gege, i really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i want to stop guessing with you, because i am tired. you're not the only one with problems in this life. being the main victim doesn't make you the only victim, you know what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sing with a four stringed guitar, just sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7536605089387683264?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7536605089387683264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7536605089387683264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7536605089387683264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7536605089387683264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-happening-again-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3084087124473682118</id><published>2007-06-29T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:10:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i cry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3084087124473682118?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3084087124473682118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3084087124473682118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3084087124473682118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3084087124473682118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/but-i-cry-too.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-4303575770946669865</id><published>2007-06-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:05:40.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when the rain would fall down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'd pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could break away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a wish, take a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a change, and break away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a change, and break away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get onboard a fast train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Travel on a jetplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Far away     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And break away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a wish, take a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make a change, and break away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Swinging with revolving doors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gotta keep movin on movin on     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fly away        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Break away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe one day i'll break away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and all the love we once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;if for once you'd stop looking at you, yourself, and your problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you'd realise you're not the only one suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;being the main victim doesn't make you the only victim, you just choose to see it that way :) i'm fine if you don't trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-4303575770946669865?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4303575770946669865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=4303575770946669865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4303575770946669865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/4303575770946669865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/grew-up-in-small-town-and-when-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2160423333947706009</id><published>2007-06-17T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:32:13.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so, have you watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pilot of the Currybean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HOGS YOU ARE QUITE FUNNY TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2160423333947706009?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2160423333947706009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2160423333947706009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2160423333947706009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2160423333947706009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-have-you-watched-pilot-of-currybean.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3676334339030068989</id><published>2007-06-16T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:47:55.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"when i heard 'hi dear' i was like, woaahhhhhh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"like it means so much to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"oh it sure does"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;:) maybe one day then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i so need to get a tan please. and even more so, a goooood and loooooooong massage. thank You Jesus :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3676334339030068989?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3676334339030068989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3676334339030068989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3676334339030068989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3676334339030068989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-heard-hi-dear-i-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5212740120263205496</id><published>2007-06-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:04:59.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you would most probably get pissed off when you read this, but i insist you have to know, and because i'd rather you be pissed off at me for forever rather than have you go deeper and deeper and deeper into this shit until it is too hard for you to even try to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no. i would even sacrifice our friendship to make sure you are safe from jerks such as these. but then again i know my God will not allow that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you should know that ever since all that started, about two months ago, i sometimes hate to go out with you because you're so distracted you're not even yourself, sometimes it's like you're not even there with me because all you do is stare and stare and try to find that thing.. that person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can i just... just remind you of something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"enough is enoug"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you said you understood. i wanted to trust that you did. because i don't want you to get hurt. because, partly myself to blame, i have had a bad feeling about this guy ever since i first saw him, and i really really really regret not telling you. at first i thought i was just being a bitch, or just that i didn't know him personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now i know it's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't want you to get hurt because i know how it is to be hurt emotionally. it's way more complicated to fix than physical hurt. it takes way longer to heal. i know you know that too. so do yourself a favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;get out now while you still can. hear it from us. you know we care. you know we love you. you know we want to protect you. and yes, we really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know he's not for real. sorry for the harsh reality but it would benefit you to know. you may not think so now but in time to come i hope you will understand why i have to be so brutally honest, why i can't be more.. 'lenient' with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because i will NOT be lenient to ANYONE who tries to be funny with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry if this hurts, and i don't mind if you're angry. because i'd rather piss you off like hell than see you go have your heart torn to pieces, to see you puke your emotions all over the floor and then try to put them back together again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5212740120263205496?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5212740120263205496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5212740120263205496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5212740120263205496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5212740120263205496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-would-most-probably-get-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1310983114407376354</id><published>2007-05-25T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:04:39.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ijustwantedtoletitoutisitacrimetomakeknownonesfeelingsnowadaysdoeseverysinglethinginlifehave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tocomewithpreaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;if you know so much, you would know that after i let it out, i don't stay angry for long. so why can't you just let me let it out?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SO HARD MEH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;as if when you angry that time you like to hear people say "eh don't be so angry lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;wahlaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1310983114407376354?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1310983114407376354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1310983114407376354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1310983114407376354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1310983114407376354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/ijustwantedtoletitoutisitacrimetomakekn.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-8421663642570182951</id><published>2007-05-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T05:57:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ni zhen de jui de wo gen ni yi yang, you zhe me duo shi jian ma? ren jia shi ZUO GONG ya, da jie da! ni yi wei quan shi jie shi ni&lt;/span&gt;eally cannot help it. just because i used to email you guys  no matter how busy school gets, it's just not the same as work okay please. it's not as if i'm not trying, or not as if i'm purposely making your life difficult. i know you also need to send to huilin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;gary. i also have alot of things to do. can understand anot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;, the moment we reach the centre we start working and rarely have a so often when n i dtong nightmares, which means only one bloody hour to do the paper work. PLEASE UNDERSto finish an entire d send again. no matter how many timeso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;kokay. imagine trying &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s in office was because office &lt;/span&gt;u le. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; help me what ca!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;i ben kui de.meimei has been havizai zhe yang xia qu, wo hu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;to help me, but yahoo don't want &lt;/span&gt; you email me i rothing i can do but wait for me to paper work in&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;? please please please&lt;/span&gt; rush home an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Daddy, wo bu yao zai &lt;/span&gt;ason for me to try to make your life any more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;WO KUAI YAO BU XING LE&lt;/span&gt;i wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;. seriously&lt;/span&gt; wo. please, i don't need pity. zhi xiang yao ni liao jie yi xia, bai tuo. de ma??? do you &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;, we're like on the same team can. there's no replease, miss. if the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ni shuknock off thenday's o guo, ni da neng di shou hui jiu shu wo shen ming. KUAI DIAN LAI JIU WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YE SU&lt;/span&gt;TAND CAN??? if even you won't understand, THEN HOW! gen ni jiang, bu shi yao ni ke lianknowsystem doesn't want to send the email to you there is n &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; that stupid two hours. and by the way, for this whole week &lt;/span&gt;difficult. i also want &lt;/span&gt;it???moment to rest. when the kids are having their two hour nap it doesnt mean that we teachers have life easy as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;job is so free. here at cdc it is different you get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;shen ah jiu jiu wo ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8421663642570182951?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8421663642570182951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8421663642570182951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8421663642570182951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8421663642570182951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/ni-zhen-de-jui-de-wo-gen-ni-yi-yang-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2402345737120181256</id><published>2007-05-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:53:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:) i lovelovelove my precious brightstar kids! oh man! :) :) it's really love love LOVE leh! :) let me tell you about them k! omg so precious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;silly nat nat :) my little nathaniel elijah lim :) this darling boy is new, so he basically just cries the entire time he's at the centre because being at the centre means that mummy isn't by his side. but you know, he's the sweetest boy :) always comes and hugs me and blowsme flying kisses :) and he always wants me to carry him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;paul, my handsome ang moh boy! :) :) aiyoh, he is super helpful you know :) because natnat is constantly crying, sometimes when i tell him to go and take tissue he'll just stand there and cry, then my little paul will take tissue for him and wipe nose for him know! :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;my precious jon jon :) jonathan song :) wahh i love leh! he run here run there, all the teachers ask him to sit down but he doesn't want to listen. then i call "jon jon!" and he will walk slowly to me and stop right in front of me and smile :) then when i ask him to sit down, he'll point at my lap :) hahaha so sweet right! then when i nod, he plops himself down and stays there for like half an hour :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and then my sweet little claudia :) we call her meimei because herkorkor is in the next class :) she's so cute i tell you, always laughing and smiling when i look at her :) and she refuses to hold other people's hands :) she always wants to hold my hand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;jin ling! :) :) :) my princess girl :) always ask me to tie hair for her :) and she's so silly and cute and pretty and happy and cheerful :) and i love her super alot! she loves to play silly games with me :) she's damn funny i tell you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;pretty cherie ong :) she's called Baby :) she's sssooooooooo pretty! and she's very talkative but it's so cute, she's so cute!!! :) i tell you her eyes are big and round, and her eye lashes are super long :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:) :) :) woww Daddy, thanks for this oppurtunity to come work in Brightstar :) it has indeed blessed me abundantly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2402345737120181256?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2402345737120181256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2402345737120181256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2402345737120181256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2402345737120181256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-lovelovelove-my-precious-brightstar.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1713532882717088671</id><published>2007-05-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:44:21.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh Lord. Lord i'm sad. maybe it was never wise of me to get myself into a trio anyway. with odd numbers, there will always be one left out, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know it sounds selfish but Lord, why me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well. look after me alright. i don't want to be a bitter person because i know You made me to be a Woman of Compassion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord, wash over me with Your sweet Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1713532882717088671?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1713532882717088671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1713532882717088671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1713532882717088671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1713532882717088671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2279597242553710791</id><published>2007-05-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:08:17.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be more understanding anot?&lt;br /&gt;can read finish then ask anot so that you won't ask stupid questions which were actually already answered?&lt;br /&gt;can be more considerate anot?&lt;br /&gt;can stop being so biased towards your son anot?&lt;br /&gt;can see things from my point of view anot?&lt;br /&gt;can stop being so demanding anot?&lt;br /&gt;can give a damn about me anot?&lt;br /&gt;can care more about me than the money i am making anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anot can anot can anot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAH! BLOODY HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2279597242553710791?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2279597242553710791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2279597242553710791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2279597242553710791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2279597242553710791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloody-hell-lah-can-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-7487227900661702403</id><published>2007-05-01T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:23:32.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know the amazing thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was watching the commercial for The Apprentice, which stars Donald Trump right. and everyone knows Donald Trump, that famous business man who has so much cash that he can use hundred dollar bills to wipe his ass :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyways, he said something that struck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"to be a winner, you have to see it, you have to be positive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) yes you guessed it - visualisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and yes, it's that powerful when you are a child of the Most High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7487227900661702403?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7487227900661702403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7487227900661702403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7487227900661702403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7487227900661702403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-know-amazing-thing-i-was-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-1178786328673565887</id><published>2007-04-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:32:32.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;from hence forth, i have made up my mind to be very careful about giving names to my children :) very very careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;some weird (sad?) names that i have come across so far :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- ong su kar (wah lao!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- annie hou (ops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- lim zhui (surname Lim, name Zhui. ooommmgggg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- lim gay san (how to go japan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- chew ser chim (what a cheem sir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- lee kum hiah (now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- ann hock kee (i know his favourite sport!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:) and remember to check the surname of the person you marry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;sarah kang-khor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;no, she really exists lah! i just changed her first name :) for privacy :) but oh dear right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;or for example, amanda teo-bok. hahahahahah okay, i was just bored. i repent for laughing at people's names :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1178786328673565887?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1178786328673565887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1178786328673565887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1178786328673565887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1178786328673565887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-hence-forth-i-have-made-up-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6811481338300179786</id><published>2007-04-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:07:34.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i have to take everything that all twelve or thirteen or fourteen of you have to throw to me, and everything inclusive of good bad and ugly, and at the end of the day, i'm not even allowed to get things off my chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is that even fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's like everything is my fault and everything i do is wrong. why don't you try to take my place if you think it's that easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just needed to let it out :( is it really that hard to just listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for the record, i'm SORRY. like i always have to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy, it's not supposed to be so difficult. i do love them, i just need an outlet. who else was i supposed to tell? huilin? gary? samchan? let me learn to listen too. i want to be able to just listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and c'mon mother. you know when i'm pissed off so you should jolly well know that you shouldn't ask me dumb questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yah fine, i'm just a big idiot with an attitude problem - AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WAH THANKS AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jesus, i am rolling my eyes now and i am very angry so whatever it is however you do it i dont really give two hoots now but make it better before i get too tired and i burn out because this is not the way i am supposed to be living my bloody life it is not supposed to be like this. thank you for listening to all this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6811481338300179786?l=andishallsing.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-7866384.post-1107604184573824651</id><published>2007-04-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:43.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RipJt4SpDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d6fIuzUBdyY/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055934584230317602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RipJt4SpDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d6fIuzUBdyY/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my blessings my swans :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1107604184573824651?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RipJt4SpDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d6fIuzUBdyY/s72-c/IMG_1625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-5670086614421188067</id><published>2007-04-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:34:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;if i'm not wrong, it has been about two weeks since i've gotten the proper eight hours of sleep in a day. the maximum number of hours i've had for a single day for the past two weeks is i think, six?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;let's see. today, i'm just done with my productions proposal. and it's now 3.07am! but at least i don't have to get up early tomorrow :) my only appointment is lunch at 3.30pm, which is about 12hours away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;saturday i couldn't sleep even though i was super super tired. in the end, i slept at around 5am and woke up at like 7.20am. yeah i was going for first service. :) after that i literally spent an entire day in suntec tower four :) doing publicity for our launch and having productions meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;friday i stayed over at cherri's. i was so so tired that when i reached her place, i bathed and fell asleep almost immediately on her bed without even waiting for my hair to dry. knocked out for about an hour before waking up and going abit mad over some productions issues until like 5.30am when we finally went to sleep. woke up at 11am and left for productions and campus which also meant i spent the entire day in suntec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;thursday after bible study, i went to grab a bite with some of my caregroup because i didn't eat lunch and dinner. reached home about 12am and went to bathe, after which i went online and started sending out emails and chatting with gary and cherri until 3am. woke up the next morning at 7.30am for a full day of work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;wednesday after choir practice, went for dinner at the kopitiam because i only managed to grab one spring roll before that. dear dunny swaniee said i looked too tired so he blessed me with cash to cab home. :) reached home a little before 12am, bathed, went online, and started sending out ops stuffs until 2+am or was it 3+am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tuesday after work, had productions meeting and launch practice, and filming. left office at 8+pm and went to have dinner which i didn't have appetite for. headed to starbucks with cherri, huilin, gibs and gary. discussed about productions until 10.30pm. reached home at about 12am and went online to clear some admin and ops stuff, and to manage the yahoo group hahah. selpt at 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;monday is my off day so yah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, i said all that not so that you would pity me or feel sorry for me. i mean, yes, of course i'm tired, of course i feel abit worn out and sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but the thing is, i do have full office days at work every day. and never once have i felt sleepy while in the office :) the wonders of being in the house of God - literally in my case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and anyway, all the productions and all is also for Arrow Ministry, also God's ministry :) and this just goes to prove right, that Daddy never never never shortchanges His servers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have survived full 12+hour-days feeling totally energised and happy with a total of two hours sleep the previous night. no i don't do drugs and no caffiene has almost no effect on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;what else but God? :) He sustains me. the Joy of the Lord is my Strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;alrighty, i'm not saying that it's wonderful to lead a lifestyle like mine lah. also bad on my part that i keep procrastinating sometimes. but i really and sincerely enjoy all that i do :) honestly i love every bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love being stretched while having to rush out productions to meet the deadlines and the standards and the expectations :) not in a saddistic way lah of course! i love finishing up my work in the office really fast and asking for more things to do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love having June work to do when it's still only April, because i've finished April's and May's work :) i love pushing myself to see how far i can stretch those boundaries, to find out that i can do so much more than i thought :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love having Daddy King patiently sitting beside each and every single moment, and admiring and smiling at what i do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;although many times i find myself irritating because of that perfectionist thing in me, which won't allow me to rest/eat/sleep until i'm totally satisfied with the standard of my work. it has to be up to my own standards of perfection, no matter how late it is, no matter how tired i am. i can even forget that i'm hungry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and my boss always scolds me for forgetting to go for lunch, or for coming back from lunch too early :) then in the remaining half an hour, she won't allow me to do any work and will keep insisting that i relax and just surf the net. favour or favour? :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;my colleagues are constantly asking me if i need any help or if i want them to help me buy anything :) esp uncle ban hong, oh i am super thankful for him! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank You Jesus, for proving Yourself to be so real in my life. thank You that You take this perfectionist attitude and make it into something good. something that will benefit me and the people around me. help me put this gift to good use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;teach me to look after my body, which is Your temple, where Your Holy Spirit dwells. teach me to rest in You as i do my work, rush out proposals and designs and ideas. thank You that my inspiration is You, thank You that You are my creative wisdom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank You Jesus Darling for giving me the boldness to ask when i'm not sure, to probe until i get an answer that i'm satisfied with, for giving me the courage to be real with others. Jesus, teach me to be accountable and responsible :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy King, make me a true Proverbs31 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;alltheloveintheworld :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5670086614421188067?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5670086614421188067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5670086614421188067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5670086614421188067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5670086614421188067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-im-not-wrong-it-has-been-about-two.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-89435032754199839</id><published>2007-04-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:55:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) my Daddy King is practical man, and He is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i tell you, after a full day's work yesterday, then productions meeting and filming of announcements and more meeting which stretched till 10+pm, i was so tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;add in the fact that servers/leaders meeting the previous night had stretched to quite a late time too, which meant that i got home quite late, which meant that i slept late too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha plus, having to send out urgent emails each night, and to plan and coordinate lots of operational stuff :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining :) in fact i love doing all this. hahah don't ask me why but i just do :) but the point is that no matter how much you enjoy something, you will get physically tired after some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but guess what. the moment i walked out of suntec towards the bus stop while debating intensely with myself on whether or not i should just cab home since i was so tired anyway, a red mazda drove past me and honked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then, it jam-braked and reversed (HAHAH so dangerous loh please) and the car window wound down and i heard someone shout "BOK!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yay! my saviour! hahahah, my very present help in time of need :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;johnny and his red mazda! :) hahahah yay! and just like what twe talked about on the car, i'd not seen this guy in ages, and the first time i see him after such a loooong time is actually just after he got his car and liscense back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woww please :) i was so so so thankful because i was really super tired :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, in the end, what should have been a 'lonely' one hour bus ride home took twenty minutes :) don't even start comparing a crowded, squeezy and smelly bus to the comfort of a red mazda 3 man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahah so yeah, i said all this to say that, hey. God really is faithful :) even in the smallest and most practical of ways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see, He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me at the right place at the right time, i don't have to try to get there :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-89435032754199839?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/89435032754199839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=89435032754199839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/89435032754199839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/89435032754199839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-daddy-king-is-practical-man-and-he.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6489215434299566813</id><published>2007-03-30T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:29:34.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;psalm5:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. each morning i bring my requests to You and wait expectantly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's one thing to wait, and it's a different thing to wait expectantly. :) there's a very big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for example, if i want to sit with Pilly during choir and i don't know whether or not she will really be there, i'll just be waiting. and while waiting, i'd get impatient, i'd start to doubt, i won't be able to pay much attention to anything or anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on the other hand, if i know for sure that she's coming, like maybe i called or sms-ed her and she told me she would be coming and she would sit with me, that would be waiting expectantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because i know she will come, i can then relacx and rest easy, be at peace, and i can pay attention to other things and other people, and i can enjoy. :) yes, even while waiting i can enjoy because i just know that i can sit with her later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so it's the same thing why i can wait expectantly upon bringing my requests to the Lord each morning. :) because in the bible it is promised to me that Daddy Kinng will grant me all the desires of my heart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;while waiting for these promises to be fulfilled in my life, i can relax and enjoy and sit easy, i can be at peace and i can enjoy every single moment of my life. i don't have to wait until the promises are fulfilled before i enjoy, because i know that they WILL be fulfileld in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know for certain. :) i have an iron-clad gaurantee; which is my Daddy God's promise to me, His Living Word. :) thank You Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;also, in psalm5:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"O Lord, hear me as i pray; pay attention to my groaning. listen to my cry for help, my King and my God, for i will never pray to anyone but You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David actually had the boldness, even in the old testament, to tell God to hear him and pay attention to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and David, he is none other than the one known as the man after God's own heart. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and yeah, like he said in verse3, he brough his requests to the Lord EACH MORNING. :) every single morning you know! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;amazing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6489215434299566813?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6489215434299566813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6489215434299566813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6489215434299566813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6489215434299566813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/psalm53-listen-to-my-voice-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5395698003908100286</id><published>2007-03-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:44.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) and this is why i love to be with you! iiiiii love to be with you, iiiiiii love to be with you! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(let's dance again soon hahahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIDmXyB6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/NHh9ktCcfPo/s1600-h/DSCN7006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046855190354986914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIDmXyB6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/NHh9ktCcfPo/s320/DSCN7006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our failed emo shot! :) which i love! and no i didn't photoshop my arm! hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIEGXyB7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8_r5DnVsYFk/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046855198944921522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIEGXyB7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8_r5DnVsYFk/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the dresses that we love in exactly the same two dressing rooms :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIEWXyB8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jRsyfMIxvyY/s1600-h/DSCN7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046855203239888834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIEWXyB8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jRsyfMIxvyY/s320/DSCN7000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy shot. :) it's really happy :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5395698003908100286?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5395698003908100286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5395698003908100286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5395698003908100286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5395698003908100286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-this-is-why-i-love-to-be-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgoIDmXyB6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/NHh9ktCcfPo/s72-c/DSCN7006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-2138686596779392990</id><published>2007-03-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:47:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;psalm40:3 "He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. many will see what He has done and be astounded. they will put their trust in the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes Daddy You see my heart and You grant my deepest desires. :) i really really really want to write beautiful songs that will touch many hearts and go places, songs that let people see what You have done in my life, and will leave them astounded and amazed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amen Daddy. amen. i'll take this verse and i'll run with it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU ARE FAITHFUL. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2138686596779392990?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2138686596779392990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2138686596779392990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2138686596779392990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2138686596779392990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/psalm403-he-has-given-me-new-song-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-845331119867271512</id><published>2007-03-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:26:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;today, i am once again left in awe of my sweetest Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;on the way home from Campus it started raining really heavily, so when i reached my stop, i called home and my dad answered. i asked if he could come fetch me with an umbrelly but he didn't want to and to be honest i was hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it hurt so bad that i tried to cover it up with anger. so i started being angry with my dad, and even more so when i started seeing other people have loved ones coming to the bus stop to fetch them with umbrellys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you know, the feeling of sitting all alone at the bus stop on a rainy and windy night really sucks. it seriously sucks. i felt so hurt and i felt so alone. i kept telling myself i was really angry, like why can't he just walk abit? i am his daughter after all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;after sitting at the bus stop for quite some time, i finally decided to just walk home alone. i felt so dumb walking home alone in the heavy rain getting drenched, biting my lip to keep the tears from spilling out. i felt like such an idiot because i'd expected to get home nice and happy, and to have gotten to spend at least that some time with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, it hurts to be rejected. it hurts alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i finally got home, i stood outside the door for awhile. shrugged off my hurt and went in, trying to act like nothing was wrong. but it still hurt. alot. maybe i'm just over emotional. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;after that, i told cherri about it and she gently knocked some sense into me. :) i was never alone. not even while walking in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i went to shower and i just cried everything out. and i stood there sobbing like a little girl who lost her favourite toy, but it was good to let it out. after that, i felt so much better. and i realised that what cherri said was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;even while sitting at the bus stop, i wasn't alone because Daddy was sitting there with me. and even while walking in the rain i wasn't alone because Daddy was walking with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;then i was left in awe. because i was so amazed at how Daddy really is willing to go down to my level, no matter how low that may be. that He, the King of Kings and the Lord of All was willing to come down and walk in the rain with me, sit at a bus stop with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:) i am never never never alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-845331119867271512?l=andishallsing.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-7866384.post-1880119966965265782</id><published>2007-03-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:10:57.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurt that you didn't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Jesus :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-1880119966965265782?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1880119966965265782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=1880119966965265782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1880119966965265782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/1880119966965265782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-hurt-that-you-didnt-care-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5643262874988285608</id><published>2007-03-23T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:37:16.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;psalm73:23 "yet i still belong to You; You are holding my right hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i was thinking about this verse, and i was thinking, Jesus is at the Father's right hand, correct? but if Jesus is holding my right hand, then i must be on His left, right? ;p (no pun intended okay hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so, if Jesus is at the Father's right hand and i am at Jesus's left side, then GOSH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM IN THE MIDDLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;there is no insignificant detail in the Bible, of this i am convinced. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5643262874988285608?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5643262874988285608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5643262874988285608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5643262874988285608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5643262874988285608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/psalm7323-yet-i-still-belong-to-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-6770387934954135624</id><published>2007-03-23T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgOF2jLyBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Ukjm8WjFk/s1600-h/PC310008e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045023179789174066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgOF2jLyBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Ukjm8WjFk/s320/PC310008e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hello sweetest darlings :) you two can't even know how much i really miss you both. precious precious sweethearts to me, you know? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i honestly love you both. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;thank You Daddy darling dearest, for samm and ding. (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-6770387934954135624?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6770387934954135624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=6770387934954135624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6770387934954135624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/6770387934954135624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-sweetest-darlings-you-two-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFvwoBbP1S0/RgOF2jLyBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9Ukjm8WjFk/s72-c/PC310008e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866384.post-8316607015100623225</id><published>2007-02-19T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:24:30.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;woman. i was pissed today because i just felt you could have been more understanding. he was already not very happy to begin with already. they have been on a cold war since saturday night and the last we all want is for things to get worse. i understand that you want to get to grandma's because so do i but that doesn't mean we disrespect all the other relatives. daikuma loves us, uncle paul loves us, so do jem and janice. just because your favourite cousin wasn't there doesn't mean there's absolutely no reason to stay any longer. how long did daikuma spend, just cooking for us. the least we can do is sit there and enjoy a good meal, not just rush through picking a few nibbles here and there and leaving just like that. like i said, he's already not in the best of moods. and if you want him to send us anywhere, the very least is to let him take his time, spend time with his sister for goodness sake. not that i take it for granted, but we really do visit grandma alot more than we ever get to see daikuma and family. stop rushing him through just a small lunch with his own sister. trust me, if it were you being rushed you'd be pissed too. i mean, yeah. fine. my fault. i woke up later than planned. but even if we'd gotten there earlier the food wouldn't have been ready yet. we want him to send us here, send us there, at least let him have abit of time to breathe, talk to them, let him enjoy. that's really the least we can do. i'm not saying he's right in this dumb quarrel, i'm not saying he has been right all these years. but still, he's our father and at least deserves some god damned respect. i'm not saying i know more than you or that i have any right to be telling you off, but this is just plainly what i feel. sorry for  the language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you my dear friend. thanks. but if you're so concerned about every little what not, then take it back. i'll starve if i have to but i'll get my own. you can be rude to me, you can correct me, you can tell me you hate it when i show attitude, you can tell me everything that's wrong with me; my spelling, my attitude, my guitar playing, my mannerisms. but don't go being all uptight about a brother who isn't even yours. in the first place, you never said nobody in the world except me could touch your guitar. second, don't you ever ever think that because he bugs me to do everything for him doesn't mean he doens't respect me and what's mine. don't you ever. so yeah, you had life tough and you're going through a not so smooth patch right now, and fine you can take it out on me, but don't you fugging ever be rude about my brother, because yes, i may be rude to you, but i'm not rude about your family. so yes, i didn't warn you about being rude about my family, so i'll forget about this though it will take time. but from now on you've been warned and if you are ever rude about anyone of them ever again, then it's war. you really don't want to see me being the biggest bitch in your life ever. my brother loves me and he looks after things that are mine as well. if you can't accept that then take your shit ass whatever belongings back cos then i don't want them either. yeah, sorry for the language too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-8316607015100623225?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8316607015100623225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=8316607015100623225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8316607015100623225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/8316607015100623225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/woman.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2871734813350335299</id><published>2007-02-17T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T03:14:16.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i do wonder. you have been playing your guitar for as long as we all can remember, i swear to God sometimes you have so much more practice than the rest. so i pose to you ONE question. just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;which is, why can't you, up till now, not even play one song properly. why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;to think people like, never mind i don't want to mention the name, would even say things like WOW you have improved SO much, but does she even know? because she's not a musician aor a psalmist herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, i sound stuck up. i sound like i think i know every damn thing in the world. but so what? for the sake of those lovely sheep i've got to get it out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how when you play, we can never even just flow. because you can't even play anything? and that is exactly why, as a server in a platform ministry, we freakin' need to at least have some foundation skill, some basics at the very least, to carry you through the simplest of songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean, what is so difficult about playing just four chords? yeah, you may know alot about music but if you can't flow then there just isn't any use at all, is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because how then shall we expect the people to jump into the flow with us to worship when i cannot even flow with you? when you cannot even flow with me? is it that hard to listen to me when i ask you to play just four simple chords?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;pray tell me, what is so difficult about playing D A Bm G? i don't get it, really i don't so please explain to me if you would be so kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;really, don't get all ching-chong emo with me. showing me attitude doesn't move me. it gets me pissed off, is all. sitting there like some emotional wreck, not talking, not even wanting to listen to anything anyone has to say to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyone can see that you are by far not ready to step into the platform ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i do hope, however, that your head is not quite so empty as to think that it's not a platform ministry, playing guitar for caregroup worship, just because you aren't literally stepping onto a platform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, so you have plenty of revelations, but SO WHAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you can't apply it to your life, to your playing.. could i be so crude as to say, JUST GIVE UP WANTING TO PLAY ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;could i be so crude, and rude, as to say, forget about it. because with whatever encouragment i have ever given you, i might very well have been lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;just stop trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2871734813350335299?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2871734813350335299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2871734813350335299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2871734813350335299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2871734813350335299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-do-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-7635900517204134915</id><published>2007-02-14T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:20:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(: thank You for making my valentine's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you for letting me sleep on your bed, thank you for being there, thank you for standing up for me, thank you for looking after, for wanting to fight for me, for being concerned. i love you korkor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"but.. you will come back right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"ask them again tmr. cos tmr i'll be home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you promise to never leave home again, then yes, i promise i will always come back, no matter how late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7635900517204134915?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7635900517204134915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7635900517204134915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7635900517204134915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7635900517204134915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-for-making-my-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-2555053314116782066</id><published>2007-02-12T22:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:35:33.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;too many times, it's as if leaders try so hard to be leaders that they forget to simply be your friend. and i think that's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know there is a place and time for preaching. but sometimes, all we need and want is just a listening ear. that's all. we just need to get some things out of our system and we'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you try so hard. no, you try too hard. the saddest thing? you try and you try and you try but you still fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want your sheep to respect you, then you've gotta respect us too. favour is given from God, but respect is earned. and i'm so sorry, but you just don't have our respect anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many times we've tried to let it pass by saying 'just give her a little more time. maybe she's new. maybe she just needs to adjust.' but we're over that bull. sorry to be so frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, how to trust you anymore? everything is going wrong and you don't even realise. if you do, then you're just not doing anything about it and that just makes it worse doesn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a leader is not all about putting up your best front. you can't wear a mask forever. in the end, you will still need people to respect you for who you are, not for the mask that you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you happen to have it all together on the outside? that's just the surface. who cares about how you look when you walk past other leaders? who cares how well you speak when you're sharing the message? who cares how many TYS answers you can give us when we truly are seeking sound advise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it seems like you just don't get it. no. read my lips. you do not get it. it's basic respect my dear. you may be our leader, but remember what you told me? that we will always be your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can there be no mutual respect between friends? even then, it's a fact that you are the youngest among all of us, and you should at least respect that. we know that God is no respector of age, but we're not asking to be leader over you. we just want some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to respect you, so hard to trust you anymore. the choices you make when problems are presented to you, the way you even act. seriously, to describe it in just one word? BIMBO. you suit your own cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday's a day which i really fear will come now. to know that you're gonna be there just makes things a whole lot WORSE. i really pray you do get a revelation about the verse in Ecclesiastes where it says there's a time for everything. cos i hope you know that everything includes When To Shut The Hell Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to love you. i still want to trust you. i still want to respect you. i still want to give you the benefit of the doubt. i still want to be able to be proud when i tell people that you are my leader. i still want to be able to thank God for you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to God that you don't ruin yourself this wednesday. it scares me, the thought of it. because, if he goes, you do know that it will take a looooong time for us to get over it right? and i hope you know how i can be when i am pissed off. please be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it this way. the only reason why we're still around is because we love the sheep. (: yes, it's the sheep, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do wonder. do you even get it that we're just falling apart? hahah, anointed? more like anything anyhow any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what to say to you anymore. it's like you wouldn't even really care, you only want to preach. that's not what leaders are all about. preaching. have you really forgotten to be our friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want what's best for my sheep. what about you? what happened to "only the best would do amen"? or did you just say that because it's like a politically correct answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you even realise that he needs sooooo much more time in practice before he can even be raised up to serve in such a platform ministry? or don't tell me your brain is that empty that just because we don't step onto a platform, you don't think it's a platform ministry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, he isn't even teachable. do you get that? you don't know every single thing just because you're a leader you know. why else do leaders need wise counsel? you don't have it all together just because you are a leader. can't you be real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cannot be real and open with us, how the hell do you expect us to be real and open with you? like you expect us to tell you everything about ourselves. gosh what happened to sensitivity. what happened to genuine care and concern. you just want to know so you would have the chance to preach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! that is what i think of you now! i cannot stand it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, look at it this way. nobody is trying to compete with you. so i'm really sorry that alot of times, i 'sort of' get more 'popular'. i didn't go looking for the 'popularity' please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shall we as sheep now do, when the shepherd herself does not know the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad that God is my leader, pastor Prince is my leader. not you. hahah yes i am sorry but i don't even see you as my leader now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i will still listen to you, still submit to what you want. but that doesn't mean i have to respect or trust you or tell you everything about my life. trust me, not telling you wouldn't have me lose out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, you have bad breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-2555053314116782066?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2555053314116782066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=2555053314116782066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2555053314116782066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/2555053314116782066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-many-times-its-as-if-leaders-try-so_12.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-3348527272597429158</id><published>2007-02-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:59:35.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not that i was pissed. yes i was initially, but after that, it was like a knife through the heart, the thought that you guys never even bothered to inform me. and you know what, when i sms-ed you, i really wasn't joking. everything was turning a bright white around me, i broke out in cold sweat, i was trembling all over and i was literally weak in the knees, so laugh all you want but it didn't feel really nice to have people think you're joking when you truly need help. i was hurt, okay? still, i rushed home. i rushed through packing and i forgot to bring stuff for productions, i rushed to the dinner place. in fact, i very nearly wanted to cab there, but praise God i didn't. because halfway there, you called only because i sms-ed. and you told me that you had all left the dinner place and were going home. i just want to know one thing.. why? why didn't anyone even bother to tell me? it hurt you know. to be really honest, i felt so stupid. felt so so stupid for rushing all the way, rushing all the way to nothing. i didn't even need to eat dinner, i just wanted to see you guys for the day, because just seeing all of you makes me smile, just seeing all of you reminds me how much Daddy loves me. and i cried. i cried in the bus because i felt so stupid and so hurt, like you all had just forgotten about me just because i couldn't join in for one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i sms-ed you when i was at commonwealth and told you that i'd reached queenstown, cos i know you take awhile to walk out. you said you'd come to the mrt station to get me. i reached, you weren't there. i went down to 7-11 to buy dinner and i came back. you still weren't there. so i walked by myself. i finally saw you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but by then, i didn't know how to feel. so numb, so empty. i'm sorry.  i didn't mean to look so pissed, didn't mean to sound so pissed. but i didn't want to have you handle a crying me, just because of one incident. so i built a wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i guess time will heal all wounds, as it will this wound. (: i still love you guys, so so so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-3348527272597429158?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3348527272597429158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=3348527272597429158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3348527272597429158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/3348527272597429158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-not-that-i-was-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-7692416604541977047</id><published>2007-02-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:59:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;grandparents are such love. =) such love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;brought them for Hokkien on sunday, with the help of Rach, Nic and Justin. ((: praise Jesus for friends who are always so willing to offer their help whenever they can. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had breakfast at ahma's house. =) because she was so elated when i told her i'd be bringing her for Hokkien service with my friends, so she made beehoon for us and it was delicious! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;left the house at about 1045am. ((: took MRT to city hall and waited for shuttle bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hokkien's really good man. though i was soooo sleepy that i fell asleep for awhile, cos i was talking to sisterhood until super late the previous night. =) heeheee. yes we still have alot to talk about even though we stay in the same house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways, after that, we brought grampys to Kopitiam to eat lunch! and they say that the chicken rice there is really nice. =) i'm just glad they liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but ahma refused to let me bring her downstairs to wait for cab because i hadn't finished my lunch, so Rach and Justin brought them down for me. =) thanks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;((: was talking to Rach about it and yes, throughout the whole time spent with my grampys we just felt so.... so happy and so peaceful and satisfied. =) i loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just think it's so amazing how all my friends just love my grampys so easily and feel so comfortable with them. (: my family is truly blessed and covered with divine favour!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;((: thank You Jesus, i plead the Blood of Jesus over my grandparents. thank You that no weapon formed against them shall ever prosper, that no harm shall ever go near their dwelling place and no evil shall ever befall them. thank You Daddy that You are their Protection, that You look after their well-being, that You prosper them both in health and in their finances. =) Jesus You look after them. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;did publicity for Love Actually before fourth. hahahah although our plans kinda went mad because the queue moved in so early, it was still super blessed. =) i'm so thankful that nothing is based on our own efforts. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;fourth was good, though i fell asleep. the part that i was still awake was what i needed to hear. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;after service i saw Sean outside and i was so excited about telling him the testimony of the new song that He wrote. (: and he was pretty amazed as well, from the looks of it. =) hahah i want that anointing! to write such beautiful songs that would touch the hearts of even non-believers. (: thank You Jesus, i recieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;after that was debrief. =) then we went for dinner at gluttons bay. yes, again. hahahaha for the sake of Fanta. (: hahahahha ryan and jason and hanyuen were seriously high. sugar rush man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;((: heheheh after all that, we went to do some pretty silly things at the Esplanade rooftop. hahah the video is posted on my Multiply (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andishallsing.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.andishallsing.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;) and we were laughing so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;yes i was jumping and running around in heels! hahah come on it's not that amazing or "wahhh" you know. it's just heels! you can actually do ALOT of things in heels. for example, catching and soccer is possible too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;just that you've to be careful not to step on anyone. or rather, they've to be extra wary of you. HAHAH. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways at the rooftop, we finally learnt the proper art of clicking our heels. now we're trying to master clicking our heels in the opposite direction. yah our amazing Clickity Clackity Click video. i'm telling you, it's award winning. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;alrighty then. =) i'm looking forward to more time spent with my dear grampys. =) =) =) awww they're super cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus i am Yours forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-7692416604541977047?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7692416604541977047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=7692416604541977047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7692416604541977047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/7692416604541977047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/grandparents-are-such-love.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-5581151857969676895</id><published>2007-02-03T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:09:12.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in quiet desperation, in stubborn indignation, in silent defeat, in anger, in frustration, in disappointment, i cried out to Daddy. i cried out with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is this then, the highest we shall soar, the farthest we shall run?? because Daddy You know better than i ever could that they deserve better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He said, "no my Love. this is not the highest you shall soar, because I will cause you to rise up on wings of eagles. this is not the farthest you shall run, because the race has only just begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can take Your love away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-5581151857969676895?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5581151857969676895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=5581151857969676895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5581151857969676895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/5581151857969676895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-quiet-desperation-in-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-116992373363893411</id><published>2007-01-27T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:11:42.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hello everyone please meet my new best friend, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look alike? ahahahhahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6996/505/1600/724066/DSC06009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6996/505/320/258298/DSC06009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;=) this one warms my heart more. eeeheeheeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6996/505/1600/239534/DSC06015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6996/505/320/315109/DSC06015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;new best bun. Darren Chew Ze Jun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-116992373363893411?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/116992373363893411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=116992373363893411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116992373363893411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116992373363893411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone-please-meet-my-new-best.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-116967258235283369</id><published>2007-01-24T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:03:02.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my breath away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times we danced, how we swayed to the rhythm of the beat of Your heart, Your heart of love for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You held my hand and told me that everything would be alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You picked me up when i fell, brushed the dirt off my elbows, looked me in the eye and said "I still believe in you"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You just let me cry in Your arms while You stroked my hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You held on to me, even when i struggled and tried to escape Your embrace, You still held on to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You just sat beside me to hear me sing, then turned around to tell me my voice is beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You just let me ramble on and on and on about things that weren't even that interesting, but You smiled and let me go on anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You sang me to sleep, and just continued singing even though i'd already fallen asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You healed my broken heart and washed away my hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the songs You gave to me, the songs that touched lives and changed hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the times You took my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know You can do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;noone said it would be easy, but YOU said YOU believe in me. that's all i need to know. You believe in me. yes, You believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-116967258235283369?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/116967258235283369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=116967258235283369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116967258235283369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116967258235283369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-my-breath-away.html' title='take my breath away'/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-116948270843638650</id><published>2007-01-22T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:18:28.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=) been abandoning the blog for quite some time now. but it's really not on purpose! i blog more in multiply now, but i always use the cross-post option but then somehow they never appear here so oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyways. nothing much has been up recently. but suddenly the word 'respect' has caught me in a different way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;respecting your leaders, respecting your parents, respecting your peers, respecting other religions, and even respecting people you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's like it just suddenly became so important to me. guess it's got something to do with growing. heheh though some people do think i've become stuck up when i tell them it isn't too nice to be doing this this that that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but really, it's from the heart. i myself have come to a stop when joking about certain issues. cos i realised that it just isn't funny anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, sensitive issue, but yeah, especially when it comes to religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who's to say that Christianity is like how big and how wonderful. but i never really saw it that other people from other religions do think that about their own religions too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as in like, obviously since i'm a christian that to me it's the best religion in the world, but today it hit me that well, that's the way humans are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that if we as christians want people to respect us, then who are we to not respect other religions? because to others, their own religions are also the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i always used to make fun of other religions, joke about this and that, then it suddenly hit me that, man i'd be so pissed if i heard someone laughing like that about my God. and i don't want them to do that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so what gives me the right to laugh at their god, to laugh at what they believe in and have believed in all their lives? that'd just make me a reeaaaalllllyyy rude person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but oh well. =) fooood for thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing. worship indulgence. (: 2007's gonna be so so so good. praise Jesus for acceleration, praise Jesus for dreams fulfilled, praise Jesus for promises and praise Jesus that He is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WANT Your blessings, i WANT Your high life, i WANT Your favour, i WANT the dew of Heaven and i recieve, i lambano (howtospell) , i take it by force! THANK YOU JESUS, cos this (and more) is what You died to give me. ilu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-116948270843638650?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/116948270843638650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=116948270843638650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116948270843638650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116948270843638650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-abandoning-blog-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>blessedbox ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783166023169475513</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-7866384.post-116878438880051685</id><published>2007-01-14T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:19:48.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heart's cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord i'm here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to sit at Your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus, all my fears they fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the One thing that i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your presence is all i'll ever seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;overwhelm me with Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;till all i see is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all i see is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really wanna worship You my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have won my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i am Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You will love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord i give You my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i give You my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i live for You alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every breath that i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every moment i'm awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord have Your way in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then sings my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my Saviour God to Thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How great Thou art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How great Thou art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let Your presence fall on me&lt;br /&gt;let Your Spirit fall i pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let me be refreshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let me be restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;only You can really heal my heart oh Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i want to know You more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;deep within my soul i want to know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i want to know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to feel Your heart and know Your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lookin in Your eyes stirs up within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cries that say i want to know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i want to know You more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then i hear You say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything you are becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe that you are made for greater things than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;greather things that what you're doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are made for greater things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is noone else like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;noone else as beautiful as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so what could i say, what could i do, but offer this heart oh Lord, completely to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866384-116878438880051685?l=andishallsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andishallsing.blogspot.com/feeds/116878438880051685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866384&amp;postID=116878438880051685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116878438880051685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866384/posts/default/116878438880051685'/><link rel='alternate' 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