<?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-8783716847262252702</id><updated>2012-01-01T16:16:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5171029793268173814</id><published>2009-12-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:55:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have come to an end.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this year's coming to an end already. &lt;br /&gt;It's too fast!&lt;br /&gt;I can actually distinctively remember the beginning of this year when I was on Welcome Duty on one Sunday, and the Ushers were scrambling around to set out more chairs for the service-goers because of the huge influx. Sadly though, that number did not keep up and it has dwindled down. But I've made merry with the newcomers and new YMPACTers. Especially toward the end of the year, memories I won't ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can remember entering 3E1 for the first time, standing in the front of the class so Miss Wee could introduce me to the class, and hearing the councillors cheer(: The first time I had to run for Miss Neo's lessons. (It's strangely funny to see half a class run across your ex-class' PE lesson to get to the Chemistry Lab) It's already the end of the year, and more people have transferred in (and out of ) the class, yet sometimes I still feel like an intruder. But the class is still beautiful with its interesting characters. Can't wait to see you lovelies in a week's time!&lt;br /&gt;I remember Miss Banu's Pure Lit classes, epic fun. Gina &amp; I would doodle really stupid things on our worksheets. The girls were always competing against the guys for Miss Banu's favor. Utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Council has definately grown. And I love that. Well, there is definately times when I want to murder people, but there are other times I wanna hug them so tight, that they, well, it's a good thing. All the ridonkulously long and redundant meetings we had to attend. All the events we had to organize/host. I'm so proud of you guys ♥ &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna step down! (YESSSSAAARRRRRRR!) And  new batch of hopefuls are gonna try to make it to Exco. Lord, I pray the new batch of people make a good team and will work collaboratively in order to sustain a Council and meet the needs of the School. I also pray they will have fun doing whatever it is they need to, and whenever they come to a pothole, You'll direct them around it, and strengthen their bonds. OH. remember Scat? Poor Kitty. Despite our stupidly crazy week, Scat made us all very happy for a while(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends have left Singapore for good. Lyza &amp; Andrew, within the SAME week. *sigh* And Russell is leaving next year.Pastor Jon has been appointed to head Paya Lebar Methodist. But thankfully enough, Jazlyn is staying here in PMC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all the new people who've entered my life. And I thank you for being part of my life. Thankyou, You. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5171029793268173814?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5171029793268173814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5171029793268173814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5171029793268173814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5171029793268173814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-come-to-end.html' title='We have come to an end.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5606160999093597659</id><published>2009-12-27T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:31:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lyza &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hey Lyza, &lt;br /&gt;I will probably never understand to the full capacity of the hurt you are feeling because of horrible circumstances. And at this moment, I cannot tell you that immediately after migrating, your life is gonna be perfect, because I don't know what the odds are against you. All I know is that you're an incredibly strong person, and no matter what, don't ever let anybody or anything change that. Life is not perfect and every single one of us go through trials that we all think we can't overcome. A great someone once said that life is merely a stage, and we are the characters. As someone who has taken drama for a CCA, I'd suppose you'd understand how important it is for a character to do exactly what the script says, because if it doesn't, then the ending will be different from what the writer intended. And I don't think we are in any position to question God's plan for our lives. Things will change, I know it will. And you know what I just learnt recently in sermon? God allows really bad things to happen to us because only when we are desperate for His love will our sincere praise and prayers come out. And when we've realized we need His help more than anything in our lives, we will realize that He has already unlocked a door fir us to walk through. &lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go after today is probably gonna make you feel homesick. You will remember so many incidences here in Singapore. But remember to make new memories wherever you are. You may not know this, but if you spread the love of God to the people around you wherever you may be, then aren't you already doing missionary? And God told us in the Bible to go and tell the nations of Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how incredibly proud I am of you and you probably will never know, because words cannot describe it. But just remember that this girl whom you have mentored will always be there for you, no matter what. Thank God for technology. &lt;br /&gt;I love you like my own older sister, Lyza. We've been through the good times and the bad. And I'm not gonna let this one thing keep us at a distance( pardon the pun ). You are gonna make it through this period of your life, and when you look back, you will be a living testimony.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say I miss you, because this will not stop our friendship. We will chat often, whether it be over Skype or MSN or facebook or email.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself, dear.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5606160999093597659?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5606160999093597659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5606160999093597659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5606160999093597659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5606160999093597659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-lyza-3.html' title='Dear Lyza &lt;3'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7044328642667390435</id><published>2009-12-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:52:52.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to you too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Szolp_ShOdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9p9c5_p3ZA/s1600-h/carolingirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420686504787786194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Szolp_ShOdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9p9c5_p3ZA/s320/carolingirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzolpXbxiMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f3INxvqJTnE/s1600-h/tofucaroling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420686494089185474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzolpXbxiMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f3INxvqJTnE/s320/tofucaroling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzolpPHVSDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RlVpbhHF3Cw/s1600-h/caroling+on+the+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420686491855964210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzolpPHVSDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RlVpbhHF3Cw/s320/caroling+on+the+bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas must be something more(:&lt;br /&gt;Caroling at the different houses was just awesome. It was nice to know that I was part of a group a people who brought song into other people's houses. It was nice to experience Christmas, even if it was just for a little while, because for the first time in fifteen years, my household didn't put up the Christmas tree because shit happens. I thank God for allowing me to find a group of beautifully talented people to serve with. The practices when we'd complain that we were not going to be able to be heard, the sectionals when nobody would know how to conduct like Yi Ying, the little breaks we'd have between practices when Jazlyn, Shakila, Deborah and I would talk about anything under the sky. And on caroling day, the crazy photoshots, Becks and I giggling over everything, singing random old songs on the bus like there was no tomorrow(: Talk about epic fun. Mabel and I freaking out before our item. ON BOTH OCCASIONS(: Stalking cute dogs and gushing over Swan Lake Avenue. People crashing us after our performance in church. Counting down in Russell's place. Yes, caroling was fun. Especially after we left Russell's place, and everyone was sending Christmas texts to people on the same bus as each other(:&lt;br /&gt;Sleptover in church and I got to chat with Gracie. And she is such a fun person to talk too! ( Gracie, what happens in the band room, stays in the band room, okay? (; ) played cards with Gracie, David and Justin. Gosh. Even if I have the best cards, I still lose. The world is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was rather uneventful, though. My highlight of the day: lunch with Audrey, Gracie, Shabbna and Nick at Burger King:D HELLAYREEYUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY. Have fun in KL, and I'll see ya next year! xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7044328642667390435?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7044328642667390435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7044328642667390435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7044328642667390435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7044328642667390435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-you-too.html' title='Merry Christmas to you too.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Szolp_ShOdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9p9c5_p3ZA/s72-c/carolingirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5013033486304295390</id><published>2009-12-23T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:41:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling at Taka (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoiztUC-_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/UOQXtDqMiqM/s1600-h/sleepover+at+jazzie%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420683373226163186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoiztUC-_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/UOQXtDqMiqM/s320/sleepover+at+jazzie%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoizQZexaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-a-Sj0xBfHI/s1600-h/after+taka+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420683365464327586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoizQZexaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-a-Sj0xBfHI/s320/after+taka+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoiMh34JmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/82tQ6LYzPJM/s1600-h/after+taka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682700140324450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzoiMh34JmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/82tQ6LYzPJM/s320/after+taka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at Jazlyn's place, sleeping over with Shakila :D And we made a stupid video just now, and i THINK it's going on Facebook unedited. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, Caroling at Takashimaya was awesome(: I just realized that the caroling team has tons of nice people. Just before going up on stage, I completely freaked out because I didn't realize that there was gonna be so many people watching us. And i almost went to breakdown mode. And people just kept hugging me and telling me that it was gonna be okay(: I love you guys. And I pity Ken, he actually said something about me doing well for the sound check. I smiled at him and then I cried. I think I left him stunned. SORRY KEN! The actual performance is pretty scary, I mixed up my third line, but thankfully the microphone was muffled. Everything else from there was just fine. And I kept staring at the huge tree inside Ngee Ann City.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Bukhary came, and halfway through the performance, I realized they were videoing us. (COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT, GUYS!) So, if you guys playback the video and notice me staring at something, it's the ginormous tree (:&lt;br /&gt;Spammed photos in random people's cameras after that. Now I need to go collect those pictures:( And Daniel, if you read this, the next time you lend me your camera, SWITCH IT ON FIRST! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So here's to the Jesus Christ who saved our lives! 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(December 22nd) Evening. Go and support YMPACT'S caroling team. And I'll love you forever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3832295545505562662?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3832295545505562662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3832295545505562662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3832295545505562662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3832295545505562662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/takaaaaaaa.html' title='Takaaaaaaa.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3530543095050725775</id><published>2009-12-21T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:12:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my friends.</title><content type='html'>I've got weird friends. One guy keeps bugging me to play a game with him, and when I finally have the time to, he realizes he doesn't know how to play the game. A bunch of girls all text me regarding the same thing at the same time. Another guy apologizes for everything. And another girl giggles every single time I'm with her(: and I love my friends. Be jealous. &lt;br /&gt;Service was pretty cool today, Team Philip reunited! Zven sat in front of me(: and he actually started out next to me, but I kept moving so the other groups could sit And barry's back(: sushi at ehub for lunch with Barry, Rachael, Lydia and Debbie. Smob, Daniel Chia, Isaac, Desmond, Rachel Ong, Justin Ng joined us at the next table later. Caroling went fine, zomg, it's like, next week!!!! Caroling didn't end on time, so Nick, Deborah and I rushed out like mad people to find a taxi to get to Victoria School, and we do stupid things when we desperately need a taxi:D but the concert was coolio, and while waiting for Daniel, Nick gave deb and I a tour of the school. And in deb's words, "it looks like a hotel, lah!"&lt;br /&gt;and now Deborah thinks I should be a VS girl(: that'd be pretty cool, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;and deb and I were singing under the block opposite my place, and this nice lady stopped to talk to us, and she's coming to Taka to watch us perform!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taka on the 22nd of December. 2030 hours. Go support the carolling team&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3530543095050725775?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3530543095050725775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3530543095050725775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3530543095050725775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3530543095050725775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-3-my-friends.html' title='I &lt;3 my friends.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5631989485440602281</id><published>2009-12-19T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:28:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert at VS!</title><content type='html'>Where do I go from here? When everything I do seems to be wrong. I'm trying to help US, but you don't seem to care that society is looking at us like a social experiment. Doesn't it bother you at all? Gahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING FOR DANIEL'S CONCERT TOMORROW:):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5631989485440602281?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5631989485440602281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5631989485440602281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5631989485440602281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5631989485440602281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-do-i-go-from-here-when-everything.html' title='Concert at VS!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3653142257257898055</id><published>2009-12-18T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:19:23.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling at Paya Lebar Air Base</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420677836068281154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzodxZyu20I/AAAAAAAAAUI/y-3FmjexOGM/s320/caroling+at+the+airbase.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first caroling performance today was the bombzxzxz:) I'm so glad I'm in this team of wonderful singers, people who are dedicated to spreading the Christmas Message despite it being the holidays, allowing us to have the time to go out with our friends and stuff. EVERYBODY SOUNDED FANTABULOUS TODAYYYYY!!! I was on top of the world. And Clarice, you're freaking funny. I bet you're happy because you've finally been IN an Air Base, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm kinda sad that I missed out Jon/Bethy's party, but I had my own party with the caroling people. HEY. WE HAD A PARTY BUS!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, for being faithful and maintaining our voices so they'd sound good for the performance, especially my voice, because it sounded so bad during practice, I was actually shivering. Thank you for keeping us all in good health and for the awesome weather, though we were indoors. (hey, if it were raining, it would be ridonkulously cold inside, which it wasn't) Thank you for an awesome Caroling Comm this year. And thank you for the bus rides, Lord, singing old songs like mad people in the bus is crazy fun, especially when EVERYONE sings;) Thank you for new, encouraging friends. And for the ability to sing of your greatness:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3653142257257898055?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3653142257257898055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3653142257257898055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3653142257257898055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3653142257257898055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/caroling-at-paya-lebar-air-base.html' title='Caroling at Paya Lebar Air Base'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzodxZyu20I/AAAAAAAAAUI/y-3FmjexOGM/s72-c/caroling+at+the+airbase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8312094872473701469</id><published>2009-12-18T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:13:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waepira</title><content type='html'>In this euphoric aura that surrounds me, all I think about is you. It seems nearly impossible, I know but still at least I get to dream and be happy in my dreams. No rules, better still, no expectations. The little pixies come alive again and frolick around our feet near the sea. While they splash around in the water, we laugh at their antics. I'm on a high and I greedily indulge in your presence. The sun finally starts to set and it's beautiful. I glance away for awhile but when I turn back, you've left. Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a heart-to-heart with my mom just now. I'm glad I matured. I've got the best momma in the entire world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8312094872473701469?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8312094872473701469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8312094872473701469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8312094872473701469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8312094872473701469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-this-euphoric-aura-that-surrounds-me.html' title='waepira'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-800359154612482774</id><published>2009-12-17T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:15:22.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOFU &amp; 13th Crossing &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxwjfR-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BVMcdFhfP8A/s1600-h/PHILIP3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420676742666733538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxwjfR-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BVMcdFhfP8A/s320/PHILIP3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxvWMJKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/T7d0v9uCnt0/s1600-h/PHILIP!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420676742342517922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxvWMJKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/T7d0v9uCnt0/s320/PHILIP!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxJYmjJI/AAAAAAAAATw/IxzEiJQoHxY/s1600-h/PHILIP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420676732152089746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxJYmjJI/AAAAAAAAATw/IxzEiJQoHxY/s320/PHILIP2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore throats. Crazy screaming. Stupid chasing monkey. Hunger pangs at weird timings and then NOT eating during meal times. Fangirling. Aimlessly trying to change Zven into a gentleman. Worship with the TOFU team almost everytime. Games with the other teams. Breakfast by the beach. I love Team Philip. To the max. And to think I actually didn't wanna go initially.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God from the bottom of my heart for placing me on a group of awesome people and ZVEN!!! :) the poor boy's probably traumatized by me by now:D I cannot believe this group of fantabulous people readily accepted me into their group despite me not joining them the first day because of TOFU. And everyone was so participative at my station, I was so happy:) It was like God showed me the rewards the entire TOFU team deserved to see for sowing the seeds of labor over the span of a few months. And then 13th Crossing happened. I had amazing bunkmates who loved singing songs in the middle of the night nobody knew the full lyrics to. And nobody within the bunk was complaining or anything. And wonderful groupmates who were encouragingly supportive. Honestly I had a good time and I thank every single one of you who were there and made me have fun,despite this camp being a spiritually heavier one.&lt;br /&gt;The sermons were great too even though I kinda wanted to fall asleep towards the end of most of it. And Ken leads devotion well even though we were kinda unresponsive. The first devotion showed me how to appreciate the little things more and now when I look at the clouds or weirdly bent trees or listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, i'm gonna think about Philip:)&lt;br /&gt;Our encouragement boards were so fantastically, for the lack of a better word, encouraging! All the cards i got from people were so nice to read, it made me feel glad:) including the anonymous one:D plus I absolutely loved the mass games! Talk about teamwork, man. Ohoh! And Daniel takes really unglam pictures of me ( ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M TRYING TO CATCH A WATER BOMB ). And speaking of Daniel, ftw. We waxed his leg:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it IS time for me to take up my cross daily and deny myself. Yes Ryan, we're all gonna try to be Rooted To The Word now because repetition builds memory:) and because we are the Light of the world, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We love because He first loved us. " - 1 John 4:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-800359154612482774?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/800359154612482774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=800359154612482774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/800359154612482774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/800359154612482774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/tofu-13th-crossing-3.html' title='TOFU &amp; 13th Crossing &lt;3'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SzocxwjfR-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BVMcdFhfP8A/s72-c/PHILIP3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5997696361259184096</id><published>2009-12-04T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:25:52.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To "Justin Bieber",</title><content type='html'>Dear Justin B, &lt;br /&gt;I know it's definitely not the real you because I put my blog on private and I've only invites like, 25 friends. I see you're trying  to make me feel better, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have been having a rough past few days and your tag really cheered me up. You know, I checked the IP address and 9 can't seem to find another tag with the same number. It doesn't mean anything because with Cbox, I'm a bloody noob. But thankyou truckloads to whoever you are for making me smile like some madwoman at 5 in the morning:) if you let me know who you really are, the next time I see you, I'll give you a bigbig hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5997696361259184096?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5997696361259184096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5997696361259184096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5997696361259184096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5997696361259184096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-justin-bieber.html' title='To &quot;Justin Bieber&quot;,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7805259240777473966</id><published>2009-12-01T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:33:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohsnoes!</title><content type='html'>Justin Bieber is injured!!! My poor boy was opening for Taylor Swift and somewhere between One Time, he tripped and fractured his ankle! The worst part was that he didn't know it then so he continued the entire rest of the song on a broken ankle:( THIS IS SO SAD IT'S DEPRESSING:( Get well soon, Justin! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;damn, my mood just hit ground zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7805259240777473966?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7805259240777473966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7805259240777473966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7805259240777473966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7805259240777473966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/12/justin-bieber-is-injured-my-poor-boy.html' title='Ohsnoes!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7007987409152544103</id><published>2009-11-30T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:30:42.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating Kinderland</title><content type='html'>Looking at these children, i can't help but wonder what they will be like when they grow up. Who's going to be the potential heartbreakers, the gossip girls,the prefects,the in crowd and the out. Because I'm official videographer, I sit at the back of the auditorium and watch. The teachers are running about, trying to get everything done in time. The boys keep rubbing their eye makeup off. The girls want more lipstick. After their run through, the ballerinas come on. Some of them are not as svelte as their counterparts, but primadonnas in my eyes nonetheless. The fact that they keep standing on their tippytoes throughout the entire third dance bores me, but I absolutely adore the first dance. Contemporary ballet. Finally the curtains close. It's the final run. K2 graduants dance out holding a piece of colored paper bearing their names. Yes, they are cute. I hope someday when I've my own kids they'd turn out as cute as this bunch.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7007987409152544103?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7007987409152544103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7007987409152544103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7007987409152544103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7007987409152544103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduating-kinderland.html' title='Graduating Kinderland'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4806857976450391886</id><published>2009-11-29T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:12:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hurt your feelings or not to hurt, that is the question.</title><content type='html'>I think it's time for me to voice out exactly what I feel whenever I feel it. I don't like the fact that you know there's something wrong but you don't know what so you're not doing anything about it. I have reasonings and rather substantial ones too, but I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything because no matter what it is, I respect you as a leader and I am pretty sure at your post you get truckloads of crap. So, what do I do? Gahh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deborah sweetie, thank you for being my bestfriend. There are so many other people you could have as bestfriends and I'm honored you chose me;) ILYL:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4806857976450391886?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4806857976450391886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4806857976450391886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4806857976450391886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4806857976450391886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-hurt-your-feelings-or-not-to-hurt.html' title='To hurt your feelings or not to hurt, that is the question.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5605764299527149692</id><published>2009-11-22T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:41:38.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcards you wrote to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my first official correspondence to you and I know you will cherish&lt;br /&gt;this postcard as much as I do now, when you become an adult. You are 3 years&lt;br /&gt;old, and together with Uma, [my sister] you have given &lt;u&gt;Mother and me&lt;br /&gt;tremendous joy &amp;amp; happiness&lt;/u&gt;. Both you girls have also given us lots of&lt;br /&gt;headaches and anxiety because both of you can be ver stubborn. But our love will&lt;br /&gt;always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;(11/6/97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month (Jul '97) you &amp;amp; Uma were fabulously naughty! You drove you&lt;br /&gt;mum to the wall... and me to the other wall. &lt;u&gt;But despite your naughtiness,&lt;br /&gt;you were still very charming, a trait which I believe will be with you&lt;br /&gt;throughout your life.&lt;/u&gt; Your mother and I are amazed at your level of diction&lt;br /&gt;for you do speak very clearly. Even at this tender age of 3 years &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;months, you are willing to shoulder responsiblitity and take on the role of an&lt;br /&gt;elder sister which you really are. You do have a very bright future.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(31/7/97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze, due to the forest fires in Indonesia, affected Singapore badly&lt;br /&gt;especially in Oct '97. We hardly saw the sun! In fact, the only time we saw the&lt;br /&gt;sun was today (10/11/97) &amp;amp; in the afternoon, the much awaited rains&lt;br /&gt;came.This is the belated arrival of the NE monsoons.&lt;br /&gt;On 7/11/97 at 3.30pm we all went to St. Paul's Kindergarten off Upper&lt;br /&gt;Serangoon Road. This was to attend the &lt;u&gt;orientation for you girls as you and&lt;br /&gt;Uma would commence your nursery classes&lt;/u&gt; in Jan /98. We look forward to&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(7/11/97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aug '97, the most &lt;u&gt;memorable incident&lt;/u&gt; was the evening you insisted&lt;br /&gt;in bringing out into the 13th storey corridor, the Tweet Bird balloon that we&lt;br /&gt;had purchased earlier at the Hougang NTUC Mall. Uma crept behind you and hit&lt;br /&gt;your hand, thus releasing the balloon. It hung in the air momentarily and what a&lt;br /&gt;sight it was! You cried uncontrollably and even said, to quote, "Goodbye, Tweety&lt;br /&gt;Bird" as it flew higher and higher till it vanished from sight.On 30th Aug, we&lt;br /&gt;took the night train to Seremban to visit my grandmother. The following day,&lt;br /&gt;31st Aug '97, the world was shocked by the tragic death of Princess Diana of&lt;br /&gt;Great Britain in a car accident in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(3/9/97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This month marks the last days of your 'babyhood'&lt;/u&gt;. Come 5/2/98, you&lt;br /&gt;and Uma will open the first chapter of your education life when you girl&lt;br /&gt;commence yournnursery classes at St. Paul's Kindergarten. Your grandfather is&lt;br /&gt;very ill. We may visit Kuantan towards the end of the month, depending on the&lt;br /&gt;circumstances, especially the rainy weather. Today is my payday. &lt;u&gt;As promised,&lt;br /&gt;I will buy the toy that you asked for. Come to think about it, there are MANY&lt;br /&gt;toys that you've asked for.&lt;/u&gt; If my work commitments does not extend late into&lt;br /&gt;the night as been the case lately, we will go shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas!&lt;br /&gt;Your loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(12/12/97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;In 3 days time, (5/1/98) you &amp;amp; Uma will being your nursery classes at&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul's Kindergarten. Unfortunately, due to a court case [ &lt;em&gt;my father used&lt;br /&gt;to work with the Courts very often&lt;/em&gt; ] I will not be taking you girls to St.&lt;br /&gt;Paul's, but mother will be. She is very thrilled, happy and excited over you&lt;br /&gt;girls going for your nursery classes. She cannot believe that it has been three&lt;br /&gt;years since &lt;u&gt;you girls came into our lives &amp;amp; brightened our hearts and&lt;br /&gt;hopes.&lt;/u&gt; Both of you were equally responsible in driving us mad with your&lt;br /&gt;mischeivousness &amp;amp; stubborness. &lt;u&gt;But you are our girls! That's all that&lt;br /&gt;matters.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ever exasperated but loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(2/1/98 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's been 2 months since Jan '98 when I last wrote to you&lt;/u&gt; but in&lt;br /&gt;this period, a lot of changes took place. Firstly, on 15/2/98, I turned 41 and&lt;br /&gt;during the month of Feb '98, you &amp;amp; Uma were sick. On 4/3/98, we finally sold&lt;br /&gt;our home to one Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Justin for ----- &amp;amp; on 19/3/98 we bought a&lt;br /&gt;smaller but cozy flat at Blk 475 Pasir Ris. Mother and I decided to leave&lt;br /&gt;Hougang for Pasir Ris because of the proximity to the beach and parkwhich we&lt;br /&gt;know you girls are going to love. Mother and I also decided on it on nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;reasons. When you girls grow up, perhaps Mother will tell you more about it. And&lt;br /&gt;sadly yesterday,22/3/98, we bade farewell to our Indonesian maid Winarsih, who&lt;br /&gt;had to go home. You girls took her departure badly and cried at the airport. We&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to Orchard Plaza to choose a new maid Mala, a Srilankan.What a&lt;br /&gt;month!&lt;br /&gt;You loving father,&lt;br /&gt;(23/3/98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was your birthday and you turned 4. &lt;u&gt;Happy belated birthday&lt;br /&gt;greetings!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving father.&lt;br /&gt;(12/5/98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to these postcards? Did you change and totally forget them? Or did they mean nothing to you? You will probably never know how much I treasure these cards, and I'll keep them for the rest of my life, because it's the last bit of a father I actually felt from you. I will probably never be able to say I love you, but I do appreciate the nice things you used to do for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5605764299527149692?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5605764299527149692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5605764299527149692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5605764299527149692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5605764299527149692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/postcards-you-wrote-to-me.html' title='postcards you wrote to me.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4988732969091176017</id><published>2009-11-15T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:22:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Scram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like grabbing you by the neck and strangling you. Die, won't you all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess there's no such thing as simplicity. How can anything involved in MY life be complicated at all? I'm like, the worst person on the surface of the earth to handle complicated stuff. Well at least it's my priorities, right? I do what I want to. I mean, it's not like I'm ignoring my duties or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4988732969091176017?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4988732969091176017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4988732969091176017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4988732969091176017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4988732969091176017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title='D:&lt;'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1626770109190639636</id><published>2009-11-14T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:58:42.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waepira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as &lt;strong&gt;dreams and imagination&lt;/strong&gt; can go, I guess that's where&lt;em&gt; I need to draw the line&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reality is too harsh&lt;/span&gt; a place for you and me. But at least I have time to myself with the fantasy of seeing all these little daydreams &lt;u&gt;come alive&lt;/u&gt;. Like &lt;em&gt;pixies dancing to the rhythm in my head&lt;/em&gt;, following a melody only I know. I'll sit on the fields and sing my song and you can run about. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both of us will finally be free&lt;/span&gt;. Free from personification and lying. We will finally be honest about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When the rain falls, you, me and the pixies can dance about. Drench our clothes. Soak in the atmosphere. When the winds come, we'll lift up ourselves to let them carry us away and gentle touch all the flowers of the field. If the sun shines down on us, we will take a nap among the little woodanimals that'll protect us with their little hearts. And when we finally meet again, we could, well maybe that's for you to fill up. But, where I need to stop, I'll stop. I guess it's here. When I wake up from my dreams and realize what I've got. Nothing. Because, life's too bloody unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1626770109190639636?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1626770109190639636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1626770109190639636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1626770109190639636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1626770109190639636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/waepira.html' title='waepira.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4170832623484440232</id><published>2009-11-13T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:38:06.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doublebiking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sv4z0dVzL9I/AAAAAAAAARM/qaN_xKuziGg/s1600-h/excitement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403813579213451218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sv4z0dVzL9I/AAAAAAAAARM/qaN_xKuziGg/s320/excitement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad you're happy, I really am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY WAS AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay doublebikes and resting in sand :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so grateful that my knees are okeydokey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't wait for OBS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEXT WEEK, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4170832623484440232?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4170832623484440232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4170832623484440232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4170832623484440232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4170832623484440232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/doublebiking.html' title='doublebiking.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sv4z0dVzL9I/AAAAAAAAARM/qaN_xKuziGg/s72-c/excitement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8598121950971805097</id><published>2009-11-10T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:54:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>add math tuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Svk39zmD5RI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fn1-AuyBdUc/s1600-h/tuition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402410762969015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Svk39zmD5RI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fn1-AuyBdUc/s320/tuition.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be smart :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna have my first Add Math tuition in an hour D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All for tryna be smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yes, I initiated this on my own )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8598121950971805097?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8598121950971805097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8598121950971805097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8598121950971805097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8598121950971805097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/add-math-tuition.html' title='add math tuition'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Svk39zmD5RI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fn1-AuyBdUc/s72-c/tuition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7098616900802764801</id><published>2009-11-09T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:44:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYHEYYOUYOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCs!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lyza, Waynn, Jiaen and I are planning an outing for the second and third batch of councillors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Wednesday after next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Contact any of us for details :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3E1 GIRLS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Artiqah wants us to crash her place to bake chocolatey stuff! But the book we got was borrowed from the school library on the last week of school, so we need to get it done beofre she has to return the book. But we're looking at only less than 10 people, or else we'll have to overflow into her room :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Contac either one of us asap, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7098616900802764801?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7098616900802764801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7098616900802764801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7098616900802764801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7098616900802764801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyheyyouyou.html' title='HEYHEYYOUYOU!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7585190946534789349</id><published>2009-11-09T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:39:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weighty issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sve5A0NP-bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TUq6-VYOCuY/s1600-h/weight-belt-2_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989701719554482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sve5A0NP-bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TUq6-VYOCuY/s320/weight-belt-2_1333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm not one of those skinny like hell girls who still think they're fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still need to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7585190946534789349?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7585190946534789349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7585190946534789349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7585190946534789349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7585190946534789349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/weighty-issues.html' title='weighty issues.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sve5A0NP-bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TUq6-VYOCuY/s72-c/weight-belt-2_1333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4339484270344924527</id><published>2009-11-07T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:23:41.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You annoy me so much, I don't think you're blogworthy. Rot and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can fix up your heart, I can give you a brand new&lt;br /&gt;start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can make you believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Justin Bieber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, bless your little heart, Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4339484270344924527?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4339484270344924527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4339484270344924527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4339484270344924527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4339484270344924527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7642800208751709090</id><published>2009-11-06T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:03:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet life must go on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvRIbk0wK2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o0iXTfB64Z8/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401021491702672226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvRIbk0wK2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o0iXTfB64Z8/s320/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's inevitable. It cut and tears our insides up, like a pair of scissors to a piece of paper. Most of the time, we mourn in the presence of loved ones, our family and friends. We cry our eyes out, because it seems like the sane thing to do. Emotions that override our mental well-being. We become weak, both physically and psychologically, therefore we become subject to the bullcrap other &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; give us, because after all, it IS the best time to suck up and inherit family fortune. Yet in the midst of the pain and seemingly endless torture, we need to remember the best moments of the dimissed's live. Celebrate the live that is now returning to the Creator. And treasure the wisdom that one learnt from a life lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend's gramma passed away. My deepest condolences and prayers go out to Friend, and Friend's family. At the house, I just looked at Friend's Gramma and all I could do was wonder. She had a beautiful purple sari on, creased in all the right places. She lost tons of weight during hospitalization. I noticed the faintest of lipgloss on her lips. She had no makeup on. Yet her hands were deathly pale. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[No pun intended]&lt;/span&gt; Laid to rest in a white casket, she had a Bible in her hands. What will it be like when I finally go home to my Father? Will people attend my funeral? Will I be decked out in a pretty dress? Will somebody put on my best face for the last time? What color would my casket be? But most importantly, will you be there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7642800208751709090?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7642800208751709090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7642800208751709090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7642800208751709090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7642800208751709090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-life-must-go-on.html' title='yet life must go on.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvRIbk0wK2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o0iXTfB64Z8/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1699256689383190538</id><published>2009-11-05T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:09:24.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLE AND MY COINBOX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvK_iMBXv0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/j8ElA-AngFw/s1600-h/P1060181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400589497234079554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvK_iMBXv0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/j8ElA-AngFw/s320/P1060181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EH, ELLE! THERE'S 3!!!! xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i LOVE my aishahelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zooming through Tampines1, Tampines Mall &amp;amp; Century Square like tourists in our own country. Actually, that was kinda fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1699256689383190538?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1699256689383190538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1699256689383190538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1699256689383190538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1699256689383190538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/elle-and-my-coinbox.html' title='ELLE AND MY COINBOX!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SvK_iMBXv0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/j8ElA-AngFw/s72-c/P1060181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4325662659859051193</id><published>2009-11-04T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:16:25.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keychains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, I'm lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at Whitesands this morning, Mother and Sister were having breakfast at the tiny Hongkong place on the second floor. While they were ordering their food, I sat alone at the table, thinking of a friend. This young man walks up to me and places a card on my table, along with a keychain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, I'm deaf. Would you like to make a small donation of&lt;br /&gt;$6.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without thinking I took my wallet out and realized my mother just gave me money to buy a dress. I could a) ignore the guy and get my dress &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; b) donate to the guy, make him happier, and spend less on my dress. I decided on the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proudly enough, I felt butterflies in my stomach after that. The kind you get when you're about to address the entire school. Or tell your bestfriend that her skirt makes her look fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched the guy walk away, smiling. Grateful. I watched him all the way until my neck hurt from twisting around too much. I turned back and I did what would have made Deborah proud. I said a prayer in public, with my eyes shut and my fingers clenched together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I opened my eyes, I felt tears down my face. But they were happy tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you God for making me perfect the way I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4325662659859051193?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4325662659859051193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4325662659859051193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4325662659859051193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4325662659859051193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/keychains.html' title='Keychains.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4135159976865772879</id><published>2009-11-01T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:17:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Thank you God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for letting Vivien give the talk she did today. It was exactly what I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for your grace and your love. You didn't leave my questions unanswered. I didn't even pray about it, yet you answered it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankyou God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I really love my Small Group. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunched with the TOFU girls. &lt;strong&gt;MAC'S EVM;UPSIZED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh,eh. tanjong rhu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be better off somehow. Someday, ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4135159976865772879?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4135159976865772879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4135159976865772879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4135159976865772879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4135159976865772879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you God.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5282675812541382093</id><published>2009-10-31T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:49:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofuuuu :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We're not going ahead with the Tofu castle thingy:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoos, today was HELLARIOUS, especially the final video! And Deborah's Deborah moments. I swear I love my bestfriend. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for the entire thing to come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soccer and caroling tomorrow with Mac's in the middle! Extra-Value Meal;Upsized :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAYNN ANG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How come you didn't tell me you were going to Japan until the moment you were in the plane?!?!!?? &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can see my heart beating, you can see it through my chest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that I must pass this test, so just pull the trigger. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5282675812541382093?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5282675812541382093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5282675812541382093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5282675812541382093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5282675812541382093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/tofuuuu.html' title='Tofuuuu :)'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1781148752285737994</id><published>2009-10-30T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:42:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of secthree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Suqmy4XaK6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/p5mXLdi8cq0/s1600-h/smobCONVeditted.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's officially the last day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time next year, I'd be almost done with my secondary school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. That's kinda fast, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1781148752285737994?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1781148752285737994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1781148752285737994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1781148752285737994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1781148752285737994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-of-secthree.html' title='last day of secthree!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3762544708872878104</id><published>2009-10-29T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:06:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sul2zXGRQGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PIakQqZJvHA/s1600-h/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397976253125967970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sul2zXGRQGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PIakQqZJvHA/s320/anger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell yeah, I'm disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am cut and bruised and all you can think about is if the house is clean, because my friends came over for &lt;em&gt;a glass of water&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more do want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rot and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3762544708872878104?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3762544708872878104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3762544708872878104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3762544708872878104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3762544708872878104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:('/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sul2zXGRQGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PIakQqZJvHA/s72-c/anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3479110439691616516</id><published>2009-10-27T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:45:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghteacar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SufZ0qG-quI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DulpS0D_4Hs/s1600-h/side+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397522177106815714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SufZ0qG-quI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DulpS0D_4Hs/s320/side+mirror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SubSCaoDnSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_7-rO7JrXEw/s1600-h/side+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I need to say any more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3479110439691616516?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3479110439691616516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3479110439691616516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3479110439691616516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3479110439691616516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/arghteacar.html' title='arghteacar.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SufZ0qG-quI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DulpS0D_4Hs/s72-c/side+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4727003148515356728</id><published>2009-10-27T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:09:22.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuXktLy6o-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/8yiUwGO1I2Y/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396971193385001954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuXktLy6o-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/8yiUwGO1I2Y/s320/candles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know in this fast-paced world, everything may seem to be a blur. Things that are crucial may not seem important. And the trivial of things may appear dauntingly necessary. In the process of living day-to-day, we may hurt the people around us, people we love, or otherwise. In any situation, civil citizens will try to make good and carry on with life, but do we even try to be sincere about our apologies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In these few days that have just past, I seem to have time on my hands, and I've been thinking alot. More than usual. I need to know how I can make every single person in my life feel appreciated, because every single one of you have definately made a difference in my life. I am who I am because a bit of you influenced a tiny part of me. If you look closely, you'd be able to see you in me. I guess you are the flame to my candle wick. The sunshine in my day. The melody in my song. Basically, you complete me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suppose there will be times when I can verbally tell you how much I am thankful to you, but isn't talk supposed to be cheap? But I want you to know that when I thank you for anything you do, be it big or small, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. There are so many reasons why I should thank God for placing you in my life, and I need to start now, or I'll never finish in time for Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that I will be able to help to you, that same way you have helped me countless times before. I'll be your friend, sister, confidante. And I'll try to be your motivation, inspiration and reason just like every one of you are to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know why when I'm with you, I dance in a storm, in my best dress; fearless. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4727003148515356728?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4727003148515356728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4727003148515356728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4727003148515356728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4727003148515356728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html' title='Dear You,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuXktLy6o-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/8yiUwGO1I2Y/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7660553597469812853</id><published>2009-10-27T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:31:45.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me feel like my insides are wrenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wait for you so long, and you still ignore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse, you make me wait even longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more do you want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I check on you every single day of my life, or at least I try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't I make you feel wanted in a good way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN YOU, FACEBOOK, and your darn lagginess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7660553597469812853?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7660553597469812853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7660553597469812853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7660553597469812853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7660553597469812853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4920985802562983409</id><published>2009-10-26T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:29:27.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and your screwed up face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yup, just as I thought things were getting okay again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the heck's your major problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it your life mission to make me feel miserable every second of my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you're actually trying to take away the Church from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine. I won't go to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But two people can play this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all the same, another time, another place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeating history and you're getting sick of it. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4920985802562983409?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4920985802562983409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4920985802562983409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4920985802562983409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4920985802562983409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-your-screwed-up-face.html' title='you and your screwed up face.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1589824393419712857</id><published>2009-10-22T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:28:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nivaa ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuAzS8E3MSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SpewHIgkrKg/s1600-h/nivaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395368754047037730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuAzS8E3MSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SpewHIgkrKg/s320/nivaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1829809&amp;amp;id=579334813"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1829809&amp;amp;id=579334813"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been forever since I saw you, and I'm glad at least one of us has since the other recently:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why, but I see you like my own younger sister. Maybe it's because I see so much of me in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know, that no matter where you are, which school you decide to settle in, or CCA you finally get vacuumed into, there's always someone who cares, and will listen, no matter what the situation is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe you're only 14. You act and speak older than that. You can easily mix in with people older than you (ahemahem).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's try our hand at world domination, okay? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what, you'll never see me cry ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1589824393419712857?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1589824393419712857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1589824393419712857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1589824393419712857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1589824393419712857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/nivaa.html' title='Nivaa ♥'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SuAzS8E3MSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SpewHIgkrKg/s72-c/nivaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2161163406070543100</id><published>2009-10-15T13:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:24:46.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart 3E1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sta__50CXlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sS6SaL1FJzE/s1600-h/freedom+dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392708708394491474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sta__50CXlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sS6SaL1FJzE/s320/freedom+dancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My class gave up on studying for the last two papers of the exam. Well, at least, the guys whom I sit around, and I. So much so that for our MCQ papers, we actually used our calculators' Random Dice function to provide us answers. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1-A, 2-B,3-C,4-D,5-Try Again,6-Skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For our break the guys and Bob, Arghteacar, Jawesome and I went to the fitness corner. The guys are so full of nonsense. They claim to go there to train on their inclined pull-ups for next year's NAPFA. ( think machismo )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what they ended up doing. Balancing on the stubs of whatever's leftover of some board thingy and pushing each other of it. HELL-ARIOUS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking up to class, I was living disaster. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't climb up the staircase. I had to hang onto the railing so hard, the paint chipped off onto my uniform. And Bob kept squirting water at Nicholas with her Squeezee bottle:) He was DRENCHED by the time the second paper started! He kept saying: Let the sun/wind evaporate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, evaporate away, Nicholas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s hard to find the words, to get to know this stranger &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2161163406070543100?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2161163406070543100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2161163406070543100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2161163406070543100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2161163406070543100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-heart-3e1.html' title='I heart 3E1!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sta__50CXlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sS6SaL1FJzE/s72-c/freedom+dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6480784781391722480</id><published>2009-10-13T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:46:34.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinderland's bunch of three year olds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My mom's colleagues are so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the kids, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the 3 year old class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the group of kids I was working with :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uploading pictures onto Twitter (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I love you, but let me just say. I don't wanna love you in no kind of way ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6480784781391722480?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6480784781391722480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6480784781391722480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6480784781391722480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6480784781391722480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/kinderlands-bunch-of-three-year-olds.html' title='Kinderland&apos;s bunch of three year olds.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5864594109611713561</id><published>2009-10-09T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:26:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought we'd be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these years gone by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now your askin me to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well then tell me bout&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No lies we're loosin time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Cause this is a battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its your final last call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a trial, you made a mistake, we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why arent you&lt;br /&gt;sorry, why arent you sorry, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This can be better, you used to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;try ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colbie Caillat, Mikal Blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5864594109611713561?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5864594109611713561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5864594109611713561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5864594109611713561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5864594109611713561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle.html' title='Battle.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-303390265218136806</id><published>2009-10-05T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:23:42.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilie and Theodore ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssnx2TadzZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uo2HQpoQNUo/s1600-h/P1050943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389104344352017810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssnx2TadzZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uo2HQpoQNUo/s320/P1050943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Emmy and Teddy ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother got them at Ikea for me, for no reason at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm gonna use it and motivate myself to do well at in the exams. I tell you, my test results are HORRIGBLE. I shall not explain any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to Jojo now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I need you to show me how our love really should be ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-303390265218136806?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/303390265218136806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=303390265218136806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/303390265218136806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/303390265218136806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/emilie-and-theodore.html' title='Emilie and Theodore ♥'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssnx2TadzZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uo2HQpoQNUo/s72-c/P1050943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2730242876567688039</id><published>2009-10-04T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:59:19.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 little birds and Deborah's overactive imagination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssh5YNJfGaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yL0y-EsSovQ/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388690410902067618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssh5YNJfGaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yL0y-EsSovQ/s320/bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you, I love Deborah Chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the girl has an overimaginative mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*EH, DEB. THE "HINTS" DON'T WORK WITH ME! HAHAHAHAH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I cannot get any work done when I'm her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before our hearts decide, it's time to love again. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2730242876567688039?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2730242876567688039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2730242876567688039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2730242876567688039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2730242876567688039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-little-birds-and-deborahs-overactive.html' title='10 little birds and Deborah&apos;s overactive imagination.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Ssh5YNJfGaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yL0y-EsSovQ/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5388130843781785990</id><published>2009-10-03T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:49:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SscPuQFZprI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_OnQHPbd4u4/s1600-h/happykid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292766438106802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SscPuQFZprI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_OnQHPbd4u4/s320/happykid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dearie me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I do best and not feel insecure anymore, even if I don't have your support.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life, and you live yours, okay? I don't really need you.&lt;br /&gt;So you just sit back and watch me shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;my feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hear my sound&lt;br /&gt;dont care about other pain infront of me&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm just tryna be happy, yea. Just wanna be happy, yea ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5388130843781785990?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5388130843781785990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5388130843781785990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5388130843781785990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5388130843781785990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-happy.html' title='finally happy.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SscPuQFZprI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_OnQHPbd4u4/s72-c/happykid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8789044366544329559</id><published>2009-10-01T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:51:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; MEDAN'S POSTPONED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like four days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're leaving on the 20th now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, I pray I get to go and they won't cancel it last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up on you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8789044366544329559?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8789044366544329559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8789044366544329559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8789044366544329559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8789044366544329559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/10/medan.html' title='Medan.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8563152983432539087</id><published>2009-09-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:35:03.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN THE EFF DID YOU CARE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't try to pin this down on my darling, it's your fault and we ALL know it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, poor you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8563152983432539087?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8563152983432539087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8563152983432539087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8563152983432539087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8563152983432539087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/lmao.html' title='LMAO.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-400179239654113690</id><published>2009-09-30T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:48:38.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failz :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SsMND0jLYGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ugo9NylqN3Y/s1600-h/exam-stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387163938562203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SsMND0jLYGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ugo9NylqN3Y/s320/exam-stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am gonna fail my chemistry paper so badly and live to feel humiliated for the rest of my life. And Physic's not any further either, although I'm relatively happier with the retest results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remind me to convert the Word Documents for Jawsome, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And start on the mini-project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passport's in for Medan :D I'M SO EXCITED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'd have to get through the exams first. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first 15 minutes of English,I was forcing myself to not fall asleep.For the last 15 minutes, I was choreographing dance steps to a song I didn't know the title of. Or artist. How failed is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma hungry kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-400179239654113690?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/400179239654113690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=400179239654113690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/400179239654113690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/400179239654113690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/failz.html' title='failz :('/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SsMND0jLYGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ugo9NylqN3Y/s72-c/exam-stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4937229960273146384</id><published>2009-09-28T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:47:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE PAPER DOWN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have officially started my exams. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the people I sit with :) They are just about as retarded as I am dyslexic with Tamil! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you showed me something that i couldn't see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open my eyes let me see♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4937229960273146384?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4937229960273146384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4937229960273146384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4937229960273146384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4937229960273146384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-paper-down.html' title='ONE PAPER DOWN.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-295562212283120227</id><published>2009-09-24T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:58:53.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Perhaps it really is the only thing we can do on this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what about the courage to try? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I don't have enough of it to carry me through? Then what do I do? Stand as a bystander and pretend nothing ever happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just take the cue from Miss R: "If you can't do anything about it, you can't. It's not like you didn't try,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wise, Miss R, very wise, indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is for the councillors who stayed back to help out with&lt;br /&gt;the PTM just now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you guys to bits! Every single one of you make a&lt;br /&gt;difference to this team, and I appreciate every single one of you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel it coming in the air and the screams everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm addiced to the thrill, it's a dangerous love affair ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-295562212283120227?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/295562212283120227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=295562212283120227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/295562212283120227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/295562212283120227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/try.html' title='try.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6975290887666634438</id><published>2009-09-19T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:44:37.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and seek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:13“ And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Search for God&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were little and you would play a game of hide and seek? One thing I remember vividly is the way it felt when I was “IT”. I can sum it up in one word: Lonely. I used to dread having to look for people, but I loved the feeling I got when I found the first person. It meant that I was no longer “IT.” The person whom I had found now had my burden and became “IT” on the next round. Is it coming back to you yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible records the ultimate game of Hide and Seek. We are lonely, lost and sick of being “IT.” We are desperate for an encounter with God. Just like in the game, if we search for God diligently we will find Him. Except unlike the game, God is not hiding from us. When we find Him he then takes our sin burden and carries it away, In response we repent and turn away from our sins. God gives us every capability to find Him. One way to start is through His Word. It is a reassuring feeling to know that I will never be “IT” again in my relationship to God.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:6-7“Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, and he will have mercy on him; and to our God for he will abundantly pardon.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for making yourself approachable and giving me the chance to find you. I want to search for you all my life, may I never give up. Thank you for delivering me from the awful sin burdens I had when I didn’t know you. I love you Lord, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by Martha E Menne, Flagstaff Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How undeniably true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6975290887666634438?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6975290887666634438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6975290887666634438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6975290887666634438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6975290887666634438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8003252102931129543</id><published>2009-09-19T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:16:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquidified to mush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SrR5TROheAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a7ncHrsRloU/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383060826563377154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SrR5TROheAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a7ncHrsRloU/s320/fear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This revolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so, so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week has been long, and I have a million things on my mind. I want to throw it all away. Yet, for some obscene reason, I can't. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I didn't mean to blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm just gonna let the rain fall down and wash my tears away. Don't mind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And once again, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to Deborah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for answering the phone and listening to me cry on the phone. On a normal day, I'd be self-conscious about the people staring at me cry on the way home, but you made everything be about me. I didn't care, as long as you listened. And you did. Thankyou so much. You're my angel. You don't know how thankful I am for having you as a best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8003252102931129543?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8003252102931129543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8003252102931129543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8003252102931129543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8003252102931129543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/liquidified-to-mush.html' title='Liquidified to mush.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SrR5TROheAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a7ncHrsRloU/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4890057907599722324</id><published>2009-09-16T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:28:53.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melvyn, Microsoft's Pikachu Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL MELVYN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's singing the Pikachu song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he's next to me. In the Computer Lab! HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just because he has unlimited texts, he was spamming me with 'G' s. And retarded answers:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I actually can do Chemistry in English, just because I didn't wanna do it at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA. Guess what. The comprehension that I diligently did yesterday, thinking that my sad classmates had to do it class today, didn't need to be done at all! They just continued on to the summary part, which I didn't do, because I hate summaries. (I cannot summarize for the life of me. Yes, I'm long-winded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bubbles are dramatic*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHOHOH. He's showing me dumb videos of Who wants to be a Millionaire :) While both of us doing our homework! Hah. Who said multi-tasking was impossible?:) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State the method you would use to prepare the salt Magnesium Sulphate. State the chemicals you will need and write a word equation for the reaction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOOBY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE NEED TO TALK! IMPORTANT TO THE HIGHEST DEGREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, Kanye West. It seems the entire world and beyond is against you. And I'm one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What orbits around Earth? &lt;strong&gt;The Sun.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is bigger, the moon or an elephant?&lt;strong&gt; An&lt;br /&gt;elephant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4890057907599722324?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4890057907599722324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4890057907599722324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4890057907599722324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4890057907599722324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/melvyn-microsofts-pikachu-boy.html' title='Melvyn, Microsoft&apos;s Pikachu Boy.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2101400323455841197</id><published>2009-09-15T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:13:54.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slipped away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so were slipping away again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strangely, I don't care. Not one single bit. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me are you up for the challenge? ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2101400323455841197?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2101400323455841197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2101400323455841197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2101400323455841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2101400323455841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/slipped-away.html' title='slipped away.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1463052578702112097</id><published>2009-09-13T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:59:24.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Swensens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIRSTLY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunty Priscilla's Sermon was awesomepossum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesomepossum to the maxxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She should do sermons more often. The entire small group liked it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After service and small group, went for lunch with UNITE Group 4 at Swensens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kept laughing like a madwoman, because crazy people like CLARICE TAN loves doing crazy shit when people go AWOL. :) And Zven is the absolute cutest! *smiles contently*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. I LEFT THE BALLOON IN CHURCH! *slaps forehead!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sad balloon from Swensens :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoos, I found out something just now, something Deborah told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh, I suppose we can't trust the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; world. That is alot of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all, this is a harsh, cruel, unforgiving world. And who am I? Just a mere mortal. Despite the fact that I give and give so much, I can't even receive the least amount of respect from you. So what was I expecting, exactly? For you to shout to the world that I'm &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;? Nope, not at all. There's so little time left in this world to waste them on you, to waste them away, wishing and hoping against destiny that you would be sane even for a split second. Yet alas, this mortal of no value cannot even ask for that. Woe is me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one♥&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/8783716847262252702-1463052578702112097?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1463052578702112097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1463052578702112097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1463052578702112097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1463052578702112097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunch-at-swensens.html' title='Lunch at Swensens!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4902749282095060805</id><published>2009-09-09T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:54:25.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you Tetanus jab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is filled with the anger of having to do all the household chores today on my own, with an arm that refuses to work. It hurts like hell when I try to move it, so I channelled the pain here. You don't have to read this post. I'll forgive you. And still love you all the same ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I got shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No, I'm not dead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a bloody long needle. Filled with some Tetenus thingy. That's supposed to prevent me from falling sick at Pulau Ubin for Outward Bound. I tell you, my sister is Dr Wong's LOUDEST patient EVER. &lt;em&gt;So irritating :/&lt;/em&gt; She was screaming and screaming so much, the admin nurse from outside kept peering in to see if everything was okay. And I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;omg, shut up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. GAHH. Despite the fact that I was nice enough to take the damn jab first ( &lt;strong&gt;I WAS SCARED TOO!&lt;/strong&gt; ) she refused to take the stupid injection. Thank goodness Dr Wong didn't give her the choice, or else she wouldn't be able to go to OBS and would be screaming at me later on. Bless your soul, Dr Wong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of whom, I hadn't gone to his clinic in like, 63187042689 billion years, he forgot me. HE FORGOT MY SISTER, HIS REGULAR PATIENT, HAS A TWIN SISTER. AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE MY FAMILY DOCTOR. i feel so unloved D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHOH. the damn fee was 65 Dollars! And the polyclinics don't do the full body check-up thingy. How efficient. Darn you, Polyclinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no room left for thinking, I'm tired of waiting. Slowly fading, it needs to happen now ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH! HI RUSSELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4902749282095060805?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4902749282095060805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4902749282095060805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4902749282095060805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4902749282095060805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-you-tetanus-jab.html' title='damn you Tetanus jab.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6727004326240623302</id><published>2009-08-31T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:42:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spu1ioFEHzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RIB9vCCIziQ/s1600-h/P1050763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376090186675658546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spu1ioFEHzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RIB9vCCIziQ/s320/P1050763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, screw my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY WAS AWESOMEZXZXZXZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought the entire teachers' day plan thing was going to crash and burn, but surprisingly, it didn't:) Thank you, God. And I officially hate Moses Hoo Xian Yong. The bloody cow went and doodled on my dear planner, like every damned month has his name on it and stuff. Now it looks: vandalized :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need to say, I love my friends. GAH. Delsar Phua Shi Hui is like effing funneh. :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even know she could be that crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, I need to complete that something for you, Deborah. I've got the notebook already, but typing it is hard but, because I love you... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steal the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill the lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Feel it under your skin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Keep it tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos it's pulling you in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrap it up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop cos it feels like a overdose ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6727004326240623302?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6727004326240623302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6727004326240623302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6727004326240623302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6727004326240623302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day! ♥'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spu1ioFEHzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RIB9vCCIziQ/s72-c/P1050763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4377380288402302793</id><published>2009-08-30T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:42:28.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ Deborah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most bittersweet-est day of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly love Deborah so much, words apparently can't express it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always wants me to be happy, even if she's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Face it, I've got the World's BEST bestfriend(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It reminds me of cleansing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like God washing away my sins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna change blogskin(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my mom signed my consent form for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unite&lt;/span&gt;, even though she didn't tell me that she did, which is a far cry from what she told me last week,( It's at night:/) And Bertrand was telling us how all TOFU members needed to go! But Deb's not coming D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tieing balloons with Loony, Sam,Del, Arun and Agnes were fun. Arun is retarded :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I managed to get Deborah into my school to help out! Which is so cool(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like how Miss Tan introduced her to Mr Lau: "foreign talent"! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Deborah's 1000 % Singaporean, though*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like detangling the silver cord! And searching for random countries on the World Map at Miss Mary's Table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm gonna keep my ribbon for like, ever :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall end my blog post the same way i sorta started it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Deborah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. And remind me to properly teach you CPR, so you can save me when I forget to breathe, or do something stupid like that! But thanks for trying to learn on the spot! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your concern serves as a constant reminder that I am one lucky girl(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beuatiful soul♥&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/8783716847262252702-4377380288402302793?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4377380288402302793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4377380288402302793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4377380288402302793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4377380288402302793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-most-bittersweet-est-day-of-my.html' title='i ♥ Deborah.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3755439374031428570</id><published>2009-08-27T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:49:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw this shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EPIC FAIL :(&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T TRY TO PUSH EVERYTHING ON ME JUST BECAUSE I SMILE AND TELL PEOPLE I'M OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M A PERSON. JUST LIKE YOU. AND I HAVE FEELINGS TOO. AND SO DO MY COUNCILLORS. PUSH ME AROUND, I'LL COMPLAIN TO MYSELF. PUSH MY COUNCILLORS AROUND, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE TANTRUM I'M GONNA THROW AROUND. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to be nice to you, I really did try, no matter what people said, I still listened to your nonsense for the simple reason that you didn't do anything as horrible to me. But I guess I was just so damn gullible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP CALL TOMORROW MORNING AT 7am!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Del, Jawesome, Sharan, Arun, Agnes and Microsoft, for staying back to learn the damn dance just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sorry Sam, Alan and Microsoft for snapping off at y'all. Especially Microsoft(: I love you guys lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrived because we stuck together, champions; one in all(: ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3755439374031428570?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3755439374031428570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3755439374031428570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3755439374031428570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3755439374031428570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-this-shit.html' title='Screw this shit.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2957490689378053512</id><published>2009-08-26T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:02:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planner: Lost then Found(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Planner has made its way back into my arms!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZOMG. I lost it for a few hours, like, overnight, and almost died. It was in school, and I searched HIGH AND LOW for it but I couldn't bloodyhell find it! ALL my important dates were in it, and practically my ENTIRE life is in it! I almost cried. But thank goodness, someone found it and returned it to the Office, and the Office lady tried to call me, but I didn't pick up.(for some unexplainably important and valid reason) So thankyou nice person who returned it, and the Office lady :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was routine. But I've been eating too much again. GAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed back for the THINGY.( I shall refer to it as the THINGY from now until the THINGY comes to an end. For all of you who know what the THINGY is, good for you. For all of you who don't; two words. HA HA. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And celebrated my siser's Bestfriend's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BRITHDAY SUBAAAAAAAA   :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smashed cake in her face so much, it looked like face cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I did some stupid Marigold Ice Lemon Tea Advert on the spur of the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody embarasing. I didn't know my sister was video-ing it for real:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I'm a bad person, you don't like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, I guess I'll make my own way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a circle, a mean cycle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't excite you anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's your gavel? Your jury?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; What's my offense this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well sentence me to another life. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2957490689378053512?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2957490689378053512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2957490689378053512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2957490689378053512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2957490689378053512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/planner-lost-then-found.html' title='Planner: Lost then Found(:'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1024136667701241959</id><published>2009-08-25T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:07:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amira's Note ♥</title><content type='html'>I got this from Amira's Facebook note. &lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna credit her for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth about forever ♥ ( the random rant) By Amira Sinomosiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 11:54pm&lt;br /&gt;In life we do things. some we wish we had never done, some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads, but they all make us who we are. And in the end, those experiences shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them, we wouldn't be at the exact place that we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasnt supposed to EVER let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and its harder every time. Youll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You will fight with your best friend, you will blame a new love for the things an old one did. You will cry because time is passing to fast and you will eventually lose someone you love. So take many pictures, laugh too much, and love like youve never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you will never ever get back.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just live. Make mistakes, and have wonderful times but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is that you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really rocking angelic babe said this to me&lt;br /&gt;"life aint meant to be perfect. Its actually all abt dancing in the storm. Finding unhappiness in happiness. Finding comfort in fear. Using what you fear most as a motivation. :)" That ill always remember :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you get when you look up at the sky at night&lt;br /&gt;and see the lights from a thousands stars shining down &amp; &lt;br /&gt;realising that there is absolutely no limits to what we are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh smell of the night sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1024136667701241959?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1024136667701241959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1024136667701241959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1024136667701241959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1024136667701241959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/amiras-note.html' title='Amira&apos;s Note ♥'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5408877367246665962</id><published>2009-08-19T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:54:05.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated songlist :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yes, I've updated my song playlist yet another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math is getting better, thanks Jolene, for clearing my doubts earlier(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYAYAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need people to pass-me-down their clothes mann. And shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no more clothes/shoes D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my stomach hurts D: D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh. it's not gonna affect me anymore. and you don't even know. so go around spreading stuff about me, i don't really care(: i've been through too much shit already. just don't tire yourself too much, ok? people will DIE without your presence, you know. you're that important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Marie Digby. This song was stuck in my head all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we pull through this avalanche? ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5408877367246665962?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5408877367246665962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5408877367246665962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5408877367246665962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5408877367246665962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/updated-songlist-d.html' title='updated songlist :D'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1347039712027028890</id><published>2009-08-18T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:23:08.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie the doodle :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM-ed with Eddie yesterday and I was laughing my guts out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eddie is freaking funny, I tell you. I think he can single-handedly make ANYONE'S sore throat go worse, even if you're miles and miles away. And at this rate, Eddie, by the time you come back, I'll still have my darn sore throat D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he drew me three pictures yesterday, which I find cute. And here they are (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. INTRODUCING......&lt;strong&gt; EDDIE THE DOODLE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He randomlydrew this while we were chatting, and i thought it was cute. So I told him i wanna steal it and if he wanted me to credit him. He said to name it Eddie. I said Eddie the what? He said Doodle. And I was thinking of exactly the same thing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371194931715711938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SopRVSRLI8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-Dul7oaj858/s320/eddie+the+doodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was after I realized when I was walking to school yesterday, they were still in the plane, flying back to Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371195767353940082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SopSF7Q2mHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AOTQAbIxjDU/s320/eddieeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was after he said something funny, and I laughed really high-pitched. Unfortunately, it came out as a screeched, and my dog stared at me :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371194922941649986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SopRUxlRlEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/X4chvWmtYvY/s320/eddie+2+editted.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SEE EDDIE, I BLOGGED ABOUT YOU. NOW GO FEEL PROUD AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS :D I'm a nice person(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1347039712027028890?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1347039712027028890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1347039712027028890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1347039712027028890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1347039712027028890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/eddie-doodle.html' title='Eddie the doodle :)'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SopRVSRLI8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-Dul7oaj858/s72-c/eddie+the+doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2640187273323087219</id><published>2009-08-13T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:42:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Deborah, for the recommendation ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's a sad picture, the final blow hits you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody else gets what you wanted again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it's all the same, another time and place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeating history and you're getting sick of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I believe in whatever you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll do anything to see it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because these things will change, can you feel it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah! Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we've been outnumbered, raided and now cornered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're getting stronger now from things they never found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can walk away and say we don't need this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause these things will change, can you feel it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah! Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we standed on our knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fight for what we worked for all these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the battle was long, it's the fight of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will we stand up champions tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the night things changed, can you see it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a revolution, throw your hands up, 'cause we never gave in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sang hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2640187273323087219?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2640187273323087219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2640187273323087219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2640187273323087219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2640187273323087219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1742367551572273802</id><published>2009-08-13T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:35:58.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a horrigible sore throat and fever. I don't even know why I got it. This is bad, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I so hope I'll get better before friday. GAH. Exams are coming up and it's the perfectly wrong time to fall sick. This sucks,I tell you. IT'S SO FREAKING BORING AT HOME. And my father took the day off, for who knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Steward made me so sad today.&lt;br /&gt;And teevee is boring in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And Blogger disease finally hit my account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, everything's gonna fall, right into place.&lt;br /&gt;If we only had a way to make it all, fall faster everyday.&lt;br /&gt;If only time flew like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;Well, God, Make it fly, faster than I'm falling in love♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1742367551572273802?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1742367551572273802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1742367551572273802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1742367551572273802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1742367551572273802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4780024152799837140</id><published>2009-08-11T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:50:02.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE DEBORAH CHEW LIAN LING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SoFVRZkkVtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W0kA8dN6zuk/s1600-h/P1050534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368665988212741842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SoFVRZkkVtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W0kA8dN6zuk/s320/P1050534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's finally certain.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kinda cool that Deborah and I go through the same crap together.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah, I love you so much, I'm typing it out here.&lt;br /&gt;Feel my love through the internet :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we were meant to be BFFLs.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the future with our penthouse :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4780024152799837140?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4780024152799837140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4780024152799837140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4780024152799837140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4780024152799837140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-deborah-chew-lian-ling.html' title='I LOVE DEBORAH CHEW LIAN LING.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SoFVRZkkVtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W0kA8dN6zuk/s72-c/P1050534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-614096933647150650</id><published>2009-08-09T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:33:24.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungrateful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sn7BZKftijI/AAAAAAAAANw/d2jvx_qEh00/s1600-h/hello+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367940443930462770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sn7BZKftijI/AAAAAAAAANw/d2jvx_qEh00/s320/hello+there.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Deb, we took over 80 pictures yesterdayyyyyyy! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-614096933647150650?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/614096933647150650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=614096933647150650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/614096933647150650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/614096933647150650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ungrateful.html' title='Ungrateful.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Sn7BZKftijI/AAAAAAAAANw/d2jvx_qEh00/s72-c/hello+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-808382801871834790</id><published>2009-08-07T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:22:57.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commendation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You, like the normal human being, have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You, unlike the normal human being, take it out on other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, a normal human being, realize you have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm not gonna give a damn if you treat me like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I'm a person too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And people have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When they hurt, they hurt bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm not gonna let you take control of how I feel just because you're screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Commendation Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reharsal was manageable. The actual thing, however, was an entire different case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No practice on how or where to usher the parents in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No practice on when the GOH/Principal &amp;amp; Entourage goes in from reception. (No direction on that too )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No practice on how to serve food to distinguished guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My initiative at its peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running around the damn school in a blazer is MURDER. I don't suggest you do it. I tell you, the school really lacks manpower.(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DESPITE THE FACT THAT I HAVE 35 COUNCILLORS. MINUS THE PRIZEWINNERS[2], THE PHOTOGRAPHER[1], THE USHERS[6], NO ONE STEPED UP TO VOLUNTEER HELP.&lt;/span&gt; But thanks &lt;strong&gt;Samantha, Farini and Sharan&lt;/strong&gt;, for helping out with the food. I really appreciate it!) I pray that the next batch of Student Councillors comes in massive groups. I don't even mind personally training them, as long as when I step down, the Council won't die, like how it's dying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my favorite part is definately serving the food with my PizzaFish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice, okayyyy. And Fish is healthy for you. But the dumb part was, I was saying this to all the guests and teachers: Fish, Ma'am/Sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounded like I was scolding them, so I tried to say it in my sweetest ever voice :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danced in the drizzle back home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367195282461567506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SnwbrDtGKhI/AAAAAAAAANo/Xi-TpQ65yCg/s320/Ashley,+Venus+and+Jolene.jpg" /&gt;I miss this picture(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to Miniclip to reminisce the PSLE times:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally found a better place to start ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-808382801871834790?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/808382801871834790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=808382801871834790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/808382801871834790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/808382801871834790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/commendation-day.html' title='commendation day'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SnwbrDtGKhI/AAAAAAAAANo/Xi-TpQ65yCg/s72-c/Ashley,+Venus+and+Jolene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2617028222864899768</id><published>2009-08-06T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:35:33.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i can't live without my friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; McFlurries with Jawesome and V is loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We need to do this more often, girls, and laugh over our inability to hear or decipher(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we'll enjoy the ambience of watching volcanoes bloom rainbows :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School was fine, it has been the same for about two weeks now, thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except Yuansheng and Arun haven't been coming so class has been, well, quiet. A sad, haunting quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love where I sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm surrounded by retarded people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ My cat is so cute, she barks (: ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prayers work miracles ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dear friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a miracle in the making. And I'm damn sure about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never doubt what God's graciousness can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear, you worked so hard for this. I know you can make it. Whatever happened, what definately not how it was meant to happen, because God loves us and wants to see us happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But He IS God, and He is gonna do everything in His power to rectify this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite whatever, you're not alone. Just look at what happened when I was talking to you! So many people were concerned and that proves that they care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When tribulations whack you in the face, where will you stand? God's side, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you no matter what, and if this doesn't turn out the way we'd like it to, then fret not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has a much bigger plan for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't give up in desperation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seek His help and pursue on your dream, your talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your God-given talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always be hear to listen, okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never needed you to be strong. I never needed you to point out my wrongs. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2617028222864899768?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2617028222864899768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2617028222864899768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2617028222864899768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2617028222864899768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-cant-live-without-my-friends.html' title='why i can&apos;t live without my friends.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8797978081549873460</id><published>2009-08-03T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:08:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show who i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cruel reality of accepting what may be final seems to daunting a task for a mere little girl like me. I want to run free with you. Just when I think it's finally my turn, I glance in your way, and I see what others around you think. &lt;em&gt;No, Anne. You can't do this.&lt;/em&gt;  And I actually believe them. I understand why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't I pluck up the courage within myself to just tell you how I feel about you, me and the society? I wanna cry on your shoulder. I wanna laugh with you till my stomach hurts. I wanna take this indecisiveness away. But it's slowly eating my insides up, like an acid wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can feel myself slipping away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anybody feel this way? ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8797978081549873460?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8797978081549873460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8797978081549873460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8797978081549873460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8797978081549873460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/show-who-i-am.html' title='show who i am.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-886273713679421394</id><published>2009-08-02T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:44:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does love always feel like a battlefield?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Truckloads of questions are floating through my head. And I want the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I get to the point of total satisfaction of getting those results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to know that you still care. If you do, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because if you don't, then I'll need to sort things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still need to now, but with your answer, I'll clear more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are the odds against me? Is it a sign to tell me something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why this hurts so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For thinking you didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For thinking that you were stuck-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For avoiding you like you were The Plague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Before a few days ago, I'd  give anything to be by your side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just sorry for basically being mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wished I was shot by lightning when I saw your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disappointed and embarassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I cannever talk to you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And neither will you talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicholas Tang Wei Ming.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't know how much I appreciate your friendship, you're truly awesome(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we'll fight this battle together, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never meant to start a war ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-886273713679421394?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/886273713679421394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=886273713679421394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/886273713679421394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/886273713679421394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-does-love-always-feel-like.html' title='why does love always feel like a battlefield?'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4379905587787257977</id><published>2009-07-31T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:02:46.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;know we'll make it&lt;br /&gt;anywhere &lt;img class="gl_italic" border="0" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, &lt;strong&gt;light up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll&lt;br /&gt;be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder&lt;br /&gt;louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for&lt;br /&gt;our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice&lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I&lt;br /&gt;might not see&lt;br /&gt;those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to&lt;br /&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;And as&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;say our long&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4379905587787257977?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4379905587787257977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4379905587787257977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4379905587787257977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4379905587787257977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/run.html' title='Run.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6688088085855494869</id><published>2009-07-30T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:01:50.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hannah Montana,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; OMG.YOU'RE FREAKING HILARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF(STILL AM!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHHAHAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU'RE SO DAMN FUNNY, OHMYGOSHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave me your details, yeah, hun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll put you somewhere in my will :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6688088085855494869?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6688088085855494869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6688088085855494869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6688088085855494869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6688088085855494869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-hannah-montana.html' title='Dear Hannah Montana,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5421744575147097244</id><published>2009-07-30T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:31:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am gonna grow fat and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall not elaborate any further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hung out at Joey's place after school, and decided to join her group for the SS project thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i absolutely love this group :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey, Bob Poke KaiSheeeee, Artiqah, Joanne &amp;amp; Dewi :D ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I've gotpaint all over my hands, but it's so funnnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love wierd projects where I can paint! But I almost missed my busstop coz I was falling asleep on the bus :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHCRAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got Chemistry homework and I don't know how to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna dieeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not brave ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5421744575147097244?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5421744575147097244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5421744575147097244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5421744575147097244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5421744575147097244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3597526367395794104</id><published>2009-07-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:45:46.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain soaked beds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate the fact that i continually forget to close my windows and the weather chooses to be extremely wet on that particular day and hence, totally drench my bed.i might have to sleep on the floor today, due to sheer stupidity.gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sorry deborah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really didn't know you called :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gota problem!!!! zomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get online lah dey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3597526367395794104?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3597526367395794104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3597526367395794104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3597526367395794104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3597526367395794104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-soaked-beds.html' title='rain soaked beds.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1240204100453670474</id><published>2009-07-27T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:25:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder over my wonders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what people think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of me. Of themselves. Of life. Of things in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How people think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How they perceive things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If they see it the way I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because sometimes I think I look at things differently from other people, and it's not exactly a good thing :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was laughing my guts today during CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my classmates to bits i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now my guts and my brains are outta my system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind is gone, I'm spinning 'round. And deep inside, my tears I'll drown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm losing grip, what's happening? ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1240204100453670474?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1240204100453670474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1240204100453670474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1240204100453670474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1240204100453670474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/ponder-over-my-wonders.html' title='ponder over my wonders.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1627400056447002027</id><published>2009-07-25T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:58:34.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've made such fools of everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmrJA2cnfdI/AAAAAAAAANg/AjzFjUHr-tU/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362319322790723026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmrJA2cnfdI/AAAAAAAAANg/AjzFjUHr-tU/s320/pain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/1907/ache3qm2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://current.com/items/89248392_is-emotional-pain-worse-than-physical-pain-researchers-say-yes.htm&amp;amp;usg=__WztdAWt6AAjFd23GtKkqC_b8ZFg=&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=375&amp;amp;sz=66&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=BDfwSmB8ptgz2M:&amp;amp;tbnh=122&amp;amp;tbnw=122&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Demotional%2Bpain%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBS_enSG307SG308%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/1907/ache3qm2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://current.com/items/89248392_is-emotional-pain-worse-than-physical-pain-researchers-say-yes.htm&amp;amp;usg=__WztdAWt6AAjFd23GtKkqC_b8ZFg=&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=375&amp;amp;sz=66&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=BDfwSmB8ptgz2M:&amp;amp;tbnh=122&amp;amp;tbnw=122&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Demotional%2Bpain%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBS_enSG307SG308%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look what we've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mere dolls in lifeless, limp bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more emotions to hold us together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more feelings for there to be a friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eighth and Ocean Drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all the vampires and their brides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all bloodless and blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And longing for a life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond the silver moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now it's filled with evil clowns ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1627400056447002027?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1627400056447002027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1627400056447002027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1627400056447002027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1627400056447002027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/weve-made-such-fools-of-everyone.html' title='we&apos;ve made such fools of everyone.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmrJA2cnfdI/AAAAAAAAANg/AjzFjUHr-tU/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4049143921854363639</id><published>2009-07-23T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:46:50.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Isn't it totally possible for us to feel so alive at one point of time and yet die at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we do something "fun" to make us feel "happy", isn't it possible that our actions create a negativity that can affect our souls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every action does have an equal and opposite action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contradiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when we grow up, where will we be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if we are just grown up figurines of the same person we are today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't we grow and progress in our walk in Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I don't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHTEACAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gahh. I can't wait for next week! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i(L)ylah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is Miss Cyjay Wee's last day in Loyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really, if you give her a chance, she's really just a sweet teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, I'm gonna miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know what's fighting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's not worth dying for ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4049143921854363639?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4049143921854363639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4049143921854363639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4049143921854363639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4049143921854363639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6884565056579722274</id><published>2009-07-20T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:30:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Joanie! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmRGy6RLXJI/AAAAAAAAANY/DyspWZCW2kQ/s1600-h/P1030053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360487296926440594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmRGy6RLXJI/AAAAAAAAANY/DyspWZCW2kQ/s320/P1030053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANA LOUISE JAMAICA LAURE JOSEPH!&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ YOU LOTS!&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for listening to me every single time I had to cry or rant out something. You don't know what a blessing you've been to me, and how much you've influenced me to be a better person and leader. So, thankyou for everything, and I pray that God will keep you and protect you from anything that is not His will, and bless you with all the best things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, I think I'll pass blueberry jam now,and move to strawberry ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see me ever havin a future in the bluberry jam business, or jam business for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ice-cream's good, I mean, with global warming, everyone can afford a few ice-creams each, right? So i'll make money! Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6884565056579722274?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6884565056579722274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6884565056579722274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6884565056579722274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6884565056579722274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-joanie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Joanie! ♥'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmRGy6RLXJI/AAAAAAAAANY/DyspWZCW2kQ/s72-c/P1030053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4181218308529703645</id><published>2009-07-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:11:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love walking around church, I don't know why, I just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love chatting with Deborah at the playground. We should call it ours, don't you think Deb? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know how I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there's nothing left to say, what can you do? I'm heavily broken ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4181218308529703645?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4181218308529703645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4181218308529703645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4181218308529703645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4181218308529703645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-4599542685241425969</id><published>2009-07-17T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:49:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape route.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmB_1Bw5WKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0k6nN_30ID4/s1600-h/bountyhuntergang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359424105554204834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmB_1Bw5WKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0k6nN_30ID4/s320/bountyhuntergang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How a simple sheet of paper can shake your world. Reality check. Turn it upside down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all i could do was stare at the freaking thing and cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't intend to, it just happened. I guess that's what happens when you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is short. Too short for us to waste it all away just hating one another, so why do we still do it? What happened today frightened me so much, i forgot to breathe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Until my chest started hurting. Not so good for an asthma patient :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I know why I had to do it .So I'd find out. So thank&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, for asking me to do that particular job someone else could have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to you, I will appear strong, even if my insides are crumbling down faster than the walls of Jericho did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you were there for me so many times. You don't know how grateful I am to you. And you're just about perfect to me, so don't worry about anything, it'll all work out in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. Trust me on that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankyou Bob, Dewi and Jiaxin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samantha and Delsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Veronica Teng, for helping me forget about it, even for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye now. Goodbye. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;38.3 degrees celsius D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-4599542685241425969?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4599542685241425969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=4599542685241425969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4599542685241425969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/4599542685241425969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/escape-route.html' title='Escape route.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SmB_1Bw5WKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0k6nN_30ID4/s72-c/bountyhuntergang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5895074576268851214</id><published>2009-07-14T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:47:56.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The test of Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today a dear friend told me of a problem she had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spiritual attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When our faith is questioned on a platform as massive as the school, where will we stand? Will we buckle in and sucuumb to society? Or will we hold strong in what we believe in and hopefully suceed in standing our ground and making our point across? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What my friend had to go through today, damn I PRAY no one else has to go through. Torture in the most difficult manner ever. I've been down that path before, and that's why, my friend, I totally understand. It is possible to break through &lt;em&gt;these &lt;/em&gt;barriers and come out stronger, both in spiritually and mentally. It will be hard, for now. But when you trust the Lord with all your heart, He will make everything okay. Submit yourself to Him. That's all you need to do. Give your life for Him. But dear, if the road gets too tough along the way, you know I'm here for you, to listen, to cry, to laugh, to talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i (L) you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was rather awesome. I love my new Tuesday Timetable mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phys Ed, English, MotherTongue(Not that I enjoy it, the people are nice), Break and Add Math with 3E2. Seems to fly past. Monday was fast too, so I suppose all my Mondays will be the same. Not too sure if that's a good thing or not. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Phys Ed; HANDBALL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Handball, how I adore thee ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is freaking fun. Fun cannot be a proper word to depict the exhuberance Delsar, Jolene and I felt among EVERYONE ELSE. I'd bet they felt the same too, but since I didn't ask everyone, I won't assume. For today. Ahh. Exhuberance seems to fit(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started on a new topic for English today. Which reminds me I have English homework to do and I haven't started on it yet. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother Tongue was blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add Math was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History Tutorial flew by. I thought it was supposed to be for an hour, but Mr Mohammad told us 45 minutes. Which was like, yay. But he made it only alf an hour, because he said he couldn't continue too much, because a quarter of our class didn't attend tutorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD LUCK JIAXIN FOR YOUR CHINESE O LEVELS. Even though by now, the paper would have been over and done with a LOOOOOONG time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will soar with you above the storm. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5895074576268851214?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5895074576268851214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5895074576268851214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5895074576268851214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5895074576268851214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/test-of-faith.html' title='The test of Faith.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5574958583109358385</id><published>2009-07-12T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:28:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was losing myself to somebody, but now I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm everything you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, look! I'm made of substance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HASTEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what, it's good to know you can count on your real friends and that you know who they are. And I'm here for you, okay? No matter what. I trust you. I really do. And it's nice to know you treat me as a good friend. And yes, you really do rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5574958583109358385?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5574958583109358385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5574958583109358385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5574958583109358385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5574958583109358385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-little-lies.html' title='Dirty little lies.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2225588906043511434</id><published>2009-07-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:48:09.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; When confidence becomes an issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who am I? What am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my whole world crashes just because of the simple phrase : What if.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confidence is easily forged, and conceals all the lies that break on the inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what if I don't want to lie anymore? What if I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; lie anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I tell you? What can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what if I &lt;em&gt;don't wanna say anything about everything anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does that make me evil? Does it make me selfish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be deemed as inconfident anymore. I don't wanna be noticed as the girl who doesn't make in impact because she's afraid to. I don't wanna be viewed as the "quiet one", because that isn't me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never was and will never be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've tried every remedy and nothing seems to work on me ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2225588906043511434?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2225588906043511434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2225588906043511434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2225588906043511434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2225588906043511434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/confidence.html' title='Confidence.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5658395998434986770</id><published>2009-07-09T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:36:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phototaking(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlW52ecY_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/Z9FNwUE1vnI/s1600-h/happiness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356391677363289970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlW52ecY_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/Z9FNwUE1vnI/s320/happiness.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLASS PHOTO WITH 3E1'08! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LIKEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class went like any other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school went to Coffee Express with Bukhary, Jolene and Syakir and saw the entire phototaking crew there. They recognized us, I think by the uniforms, and the photographer waved at us :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home and then went back down to Subway with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEY HAVE A NEW GIRL THERE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came in when my sister and I were ordering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is gonna steal my prospective job, she wants to work at Subway now D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LYZA GLEEBIEL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't worry, dear. You and I both know you can do this. Once again, don't doubt even for a moment, dear. Just have faith, He will make everything ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please don't tell me I'm the only one who's vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5658395998434986770?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5658395998434986770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5658395998434986770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5658395998434986770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5658395998434986770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/phototaking.html' title='Phototaking(:'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlW52ecY_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/Z9FNwUE1vnI/s72-c/happiness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1058816130131621766</id><published>2009-07-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:49:15.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Handball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Phys Ed lessons are love man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so damn funny, especially when you're not playing along, but rather observing what's going on, because there's so much more you can actually see, compared then when you're out there playing handball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughed my guts out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry flew by really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physics was okay too and I can bravely say I learnt something, and kudos to me, for passing the pop quiz. 10/11 isn't too bad, right?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recess-ed in class to finish up my worksheet on Electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Social Studies was fun too, Miss Shaheeda came into class and she was like " Okay, class, I'm gonna test y'all on Good Governance in Singapore. And I'm gonna quiz those whose names begin with A"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No prizes for guessing who was questioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoos, the question she asked me was relatively easy, and she ended up asking everybody who had an A in their names, which is like, 3/4 of my class! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math was mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at least I finally cleared the exercise books! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I texted Veronica the entire day, hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay to our Physics tests(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Subway-ed with Joey, Arun, Xianjing, Kaishi(SWINEFLUUU!),Dewei and Yuansheng(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CREEPY SHIT MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna do HeyMath at all D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to hate to see you wrong. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1058816130131621766?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1058816130131621766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1058816130131621766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1058816130131621766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1058816130131621766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/handball.html' title='♥ Handball'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-796188954603765449</id><published>2009-07-07T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:59:32.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; If I could, I would murder you with my bare hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it weren't a sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it weren't such a taboo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and thanks Shawn! I seem to be having troubles viewing your tagboard :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-796188954603765449?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/796188954603765449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=796188954603765449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/796188954603765449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/796188954603765449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-could-i-would-murder-you-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-3829565256774005146</id><published>2009-07-07T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:59:35.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say a picture paints a thousand words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens when you can't even find that picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone's gotta go ♥&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlLHvJLxlVI/AAAAAAAAANA/BJj3zBE3S-8/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355562519630026066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlLHvJLxlVI/AAAAAAAAANA/BJj3zBE3S-8/s320/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlLHnVpraQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AcgYZBr6mDg/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355562385537722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlLHnVpraQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AcgYZBr6mDg/s320/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-3829565256774005146?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3829565256774005146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=3829565256774005146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3829565256774005146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/3829565256774005146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/find-me.html' title='Find me'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlLHvJLxlVI/AAAAAAAAANA/BJj3zBE3S-8/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6772510079665680851</id><published>2009-07-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:59:34.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlB5aj1HOsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dWu5FSkX0Rg/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354913454145092290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlB5aj1HOsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dWu5FSkX0Rg/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6772510079665680851?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6772510079665680851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6772510079665680851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6772510079665680851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6772510079665680851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/depict.html' title=''/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/SlB5aj1HOsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dWu5FSkX0Rg/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-6928604464082426270</id><published>2009-07-05T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:44:35.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking back my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hidden agendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Broken promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Secret conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I thought I could trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why didn't you just tell me in my face? Why did you have to go get other people involved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gahh, I might have done something insanely wrong to you,but I don't see the sin. I honestly and sincerly did what I thought was decent enough and inviting to all who were present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And you knew I'd rather not talk to this person. Yet you went ahead anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What do you want me to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought you were different. I thought wrong, didn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes ,we all have flaws, and I've accepted you for yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm trying to be my best for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't mean to sound snobby or anything, but I have a social circle, and I want to please all of them if I can. And if I keep spending all my time with you, I don't really think that's fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sorry if you thought I made you follow me around, I thought you wanted to meet people, and you felt awkward around people you didn't know. I won't do it again, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's not really all about you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I understand you were just trying to help, but maybe, just maybe next time before you judge, you should find out both sides of the story first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you SMOB for the Oreo-thingy, my small group and I loved itttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're an awesome cook/chef/baker-ess lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally see your future :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ng Meizhi, I miss you alot lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a really long time since I saw you like, two weeks in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thankyou for listening and sharing; for encouraging me. You really are the awesomeawesome baby lah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamming was enlightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankyou Charlotte,for everything(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shab, if you read this, I'm still not over the thing you told me just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total EWW(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See me through, this aching heart has come so far. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-6928604464082426270?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6928604464082426270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=6928604464082426270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6928604464082426270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/6928604464082426270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-taking-back-my-love.html' title='I&apos;m taking back my love'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-885498334158739181</id><published>2009-07-05T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:14:09.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chocolate Penguin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Delsar Phua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you lah Chocolate penguin :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I;m glad I have you as a friend and that we have things in common, espescially our dislike towards a particular someone. (Okay, that's evil) But I hope you had a fantabulous day today, and I'm sorry you couldn't join us today. I bet you had fun, though, coz you always know how to havefun even in the most boring situations :D ILYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyone falls into their own fantasises at nightfall, I stay awake and wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why? Why now? Why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things I don't think I'm prepared for are happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take it all in my stride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not the fear of change, but rather the fear of what's gonna happen next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this situation, change is the best option we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take it as the ONLY option we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to wait a few more years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I last that long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't we just go through now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I'm fifteen? You can't wait that long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things could potentially be dangerous if we wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's ultimately your decision, but it'd affect my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just make a smart decision, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoa. my mother says I look Chindian in my display picture because of my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spending all my time,stuck in yesterday. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-885498334158739181?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/885498334158739181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=885498334158739181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/885498334158739181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/885498334158739181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-chocolate-penguin.html' title='Happy Birthday Chocolate Penguin!'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-5452375304141985061</id><published>2009-07-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:28:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey friend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it doesn't matter, where we take this road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someone's gotta go, so I'm already gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want you to know, you couldn't have loved me&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I want you to move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I'm already gone ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kelly Clarkson; Already Gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for what you did. You don't understand how much better you made me feel. And hey, I'm sorry. For everything. And yeah, I guess we're not that all different(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-5452375304141985061?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5452375304141985061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=5452375304141985061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5452375304141985061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/5452375304141985061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-you-to-know.html' title='hey friend,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-2079241606662514476</id><published>2009-07-03T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:41:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Stairs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was good, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pop quiz for Social Studies, and since I'm so amazing, I was one of the last few to hand in, I had to fill up the details for the principle on meritocracy for Good Governance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankfully, Miss Shaheedah was nice to me. And now, I think I won't ever forget this portion on the chapter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physics was tough. Because I missed Mdm Quek's lessons yesterday and the class started on a new topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Element Math was easy to catch up on; Everyday Math, conversion of currency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry is LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The homework I had to hand in today was complicated, but I loved today's lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The MOLEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn bloody funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;water&lt;strong&gt;mole&lt;/strong&gt;ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mole&lt;/strong&gt;tiplication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;mole&lt;/strong&gt; or not to &lt;strong&gt;mole &lt;/strong&gt;that is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left with Xianjing, Dewei, Nadirah, Junaidah and Nasyitah to e!hub for Subway. Met Yuansheng outside Subway. The girls went to McCafe, after, coz Nas wanted the doublechoc frappe,  the exact same drink I used to be hooked on! So I stayed with the guys and ate our subs and cookies. And suddenly I wanted to give someone a hug, the person looked so sad! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Followed the guys to Whitesands, and OMG. These people are dumb! HAHAHAH. Reflective surfaces :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The library needs to re-sort the books in the catalogue. Why on earth are there books on pregnancy in the children's department?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yay to the books on the 5th aisle :D HAHAHAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How not to get married to a jerk"! Yuanshenggggggg, you dumb lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met V, Kaishi (SWINEFLUUUUUUU!!!!!) and Jolene at McD's with other NP people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So The guys and I, V, Kaishi and Jolene met Arun at McD's too, and they told me a story of the Ghost Stairs! Which they saw yesterday at Whitesands. Apparently the 2nd floor Stairs went to a dead end. Which was dumb, so I said I wanted to see it. They led me to it, but only Arun, Jolene, Yuansheng and I went it. And guess what. &lt;strong&gt;IT ENDS UP AT THE BUBBLETEA SHOP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LMAOROTFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the 4 of us bought our drinks and went back up, pretending that we saw something. Hey, the screaming we did were actually believeable. Good thing Security didn't come :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This used to be a funhouse ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-2079241606662514476?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2079241606662514476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=2079241606662514476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2079241606662514476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/2079241606662514476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghost-stairs.html' title='Ghost Stairs.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8758551329967766787</id><published>2009-07-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:15:40.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry out your soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The walls just stare at me, accusingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to flavor them, parallel to whatever I'm trying to do to Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet it seems as if I'm asking for Heaven and Hell to collide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decisions to make, the uncertainty of the future in my Hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look up to my Father in Heaven, yet it seems like I've lost him along the way when my faith started to shake. Well now it's crumbling and falling. But I know what I'm supposed to do. I want to run to the altar and cry out, but I can't. I cannot bring myself to accept the state my life is in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have given up hope on everything that ever really mattered. And now I have to start afresh like a new kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, all I do is console myself, by believing that someone else out there in this cold, sad world is suffering way much more painfully - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in every sense of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my pain, the one I feel inside, have become too accustomed to being contained. I guess I should just let it remain that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I wanna run for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run until my legs give way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until the bones grind against each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna feel the wind slash against my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to let my hair ripple through the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let my hands swing like they have before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allow the adrenalin to sweep my off my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be able to cry, and yet not let anyone know the real reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lost faith in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I once believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single thing. Every single person. Every single reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; break the dawn ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8758551329967766787?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8758551329967766787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8758551329967766787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8758551329967766787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8758551329967766787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-out-your-soul.html' title='Cry out your soul.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8312002916936821325</id><published>2009-07-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:31:14.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Headache.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENUS CHUAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can't believe I was so dumb, I stayed up till midnight just so I could wish you Happy Birthday and I forgot what I stayed up for :/ UBER SORRY! Well, enjoy your birthday Junior PA :D I LOVE YOU LAH SEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Headache.&lt;br /&gt;Major.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8312002916936821325?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8312002916936821325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8312002916936821325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8312002916936821325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8312002916936821325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/die-headache.html' title='Die Headache.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7864786494806416514</id><published>2009-07-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:51:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with my whole heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death- the permenant termination of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I love you with my whole heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in times like these, I wish I could hold your hand the entire way, so you won't be scared or confused. Unfortunately, love, this is a path I've never ventured onto before. So it's really up to you now, this is something you have to go thorugh head-first. But I promise you, I won't be far behind. Just turn around whenever you have to, and I'll be there; to give you a smile, to share a hug, to encourage you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Undoubtly, Death is a big word of little letters. If only we go turn back time to when this word was created, just so we could change it to something more disastrous sounding, just so people will understand the seriousness and density of the word with one glance. I don't think anybody saw it coming. Nobody expected this person to end life at such a tender age. But we'll never trully understand what happened in her life, the secret goes with her. But we can remember her for the days when she inspired and encouraged others. For I'm sure she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But see the hope, the Promise. Renewal that comes with the tragedy. Sun with the rain. People will change so will views. Pray for strength, and a revival of faith for all those who questioned God.  Because, dearie, He's GOD. Who are we, then? Miniature dolls? Everything happens for a reason, so why do we doubt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When heartaches come and one's alone, a&lt;br /&gt;sister's love will still be shown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times she just speaks with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No words are needed, no replies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Molly Mae Miller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I never needed you to be strong.♥&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/8783716847262252702-7864786494806416514?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7864786494806416514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7864786494806416514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7864786494806416514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7864786494806416514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-my-whole-heart.html' title='with my whole heart.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7487129617477931806</id><published>2009-06-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:15:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Deborah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Deborah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess you can say we've come to a point where we can feel each other's feelings through a simple text. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.I'm not so sure if that's a good thing. &lt;/em&gt;It's nice to know that you know something the entire world doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the past 5 days have been a blast. Let's try a week! Tha last time we met consecutively, it was four days, so we did break the record :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may have a bus, maybe next I'll have a Plane? :D Thankyou for everything. For not minding my retardedness. Though I can't beat you in that sector:] For watching me laugh, then laugh with me. Scream out loud with me. Dance in the middle of the sidewalk. Get wet in the rain. Air-guitar outside the chapel :DDD Teaching me how to play the piano. Walking around Pasir Ris just aimlesslyjust so I can gush.Thankyou for taking me in, flaws and all. Thankyou for listening. For sharing. For knowing. For anticipating. But mostly for being honest with me every single time, even if it hurt me, coz you know that it's the best for me. You won't hide the facts. Which is what true friends do. So thankyou. And regarding what I said yesterday, I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and by the way, this is why I think yorhe will choose the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-They are fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Reliable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-They carry smart people, so I guess they're smart too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-You can laugh like hell on a bus and no one will stop you. Try doing that anywhere else. People will just give you The Stare and will silence you on pure eye power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Most other kinds of transportation is noisssssy. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when we do get our penthouse,promise me we'll clip a brightpink clothespeg to a pair of jeans and invite people over? And you'll make us mini-sandwiches? Please? And then we'll get a taxi and scoot down to the bomb-shelter thingy under my block, sit on it and just stare at the stars, just us, BFFs? And you'll never leave me alone in a lift with someone I've just recently had a tiff with, no matter the circumstances?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't make it feel right when it's wrong. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7487129617477931806?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7487129617477931806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7487129617477931806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7487129617477931806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7487129617477931806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-deborah.html' title='Dear Deborah,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-852977264819728262</id><published>2009-06-26T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:03:14.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Farrah Fawcett.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just so Farrah Fawcett isn't overshadowed in her death by the death of Michael Jackson. Rest in Peace, Farrah. Your battle is done. You did your part. It's time to relax now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, Jazlyn is so easy to talk to. Major thankyou to you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I shall go out and help my mom make muahchee. I LIKE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like boy meets girl ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-852977264819728262?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/852977264819728262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=852977264819728262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/852977264819728262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/852977264819728262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-farrah-fawcett.html' title='R.I.P Farrah Fawcett.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1368283424217531574</id><published>2009-06-23T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:05:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Elle's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Elle's house now, blogging. And her room is uber cool. There's like Elmo and Spongebob EVERYWHERE. Me likey. She wrote my name on a purple pencil and gave it to me. Me likey that too :) She tried to teach me how to solve the Rubik's cube, but with someone with an attention span of 5 seconds like me, I lost her the moment she said "inverse". Mann. That's so Math-y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ZOMG. Jon and Kate form the reality show are freaking divorcing. WHYYYYYYY?! Think of their 8 kids mann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The show MUST go on!"- Kate Gosselin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ssssooooooo can't wait for tomorrow. Picnic in the afternoon then bowling later on :D OH JOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Lysian Chorale, does ANYBODY know ANYTHING about AHS' invitation for their Performance on the 30th?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Damn. We need a proper Commitee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1368283424217531574?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1368283424217531574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1368283424217531574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1368283424217531574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1368283424217531574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-elles.html' title='At Elle&apos;s.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-1321658970254845784</id><published>2009-06-22T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:59:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyhey! I'm updating for Veronica and Deborah. I'm in Veronica's house and living like a freaking bimbo. But it's fun! HAHAA. And Jazlyn and Shakila are funnehbunnehs. Gosh. So here's a quick update on what happened to me since the last time I updated. I took Barry's advice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE CENTRE OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Delsar, Venus and Sharaniya. Got on the MRT and stopped over at Simei to buy a Slurpee, but they didn't have the Giant ones, so we took an ID photo instead :D Went to the Expo and walked the entire strectch of Halls and didn't accomplish anything productive. Got freaking lost at the freaking Airport. Stuck there for one hour just because we couldn't find the exit.Almost got lost at Penjaru Something coz the taxi driver couldn't find Penjaru Close.&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE WITH LYZA.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of Girlfriends' Past. FUNNY LIKE HELL. But Lyza had to leave halfway, so I ended up watching majority of the movie on my own.&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE WITH MITZI.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana. Yay Shab, I actually watched it already :D&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING.&lt;br /&gt;With my cousins. Freaking funny, coz it was the first time I ever played. and I freaking suck. But it's so funnnnnnnnn:)&lt;br /&gt;JAMMING SESSION.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything, except catch up with Jazlyn, damn. She's nice.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Out at Veron's house. Painting our nails takes like 2 WHOLE HOURS? and it still came out screwed :D Weuuuay to eat, and the Subway Sandwich Artists know me and what i want! haha, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I go to Subway too much, I'll just die if I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Drop and wither till I die.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has moments hard to describe, feeling great, feeling alive. Never coming down from this mountain we're on. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-1321658970254845784?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1321658970254845784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=1321658970254845784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1321658970254845784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/1321658970254845784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='UPDATE.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8310028901598317181</id><published>2009-06-13T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:55:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays be gone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ridiculousity of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wasting my time, waiting for schol to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe coz it ended on such a high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe coz my mundane life's too damn boring for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling faster, barely breathing, give me something to believe in, tell me it's not all in my head. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8310028901598317181?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8310028901598317181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8310028901598317181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8310028901598317181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8310028901598317181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-be-gone.html' title='Holidays be gone,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-9074437619764524046</id><published>2009-06-12T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:33:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIZAZA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIZAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS YOU TOO LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND YOU SEE, BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE A BLOG, I'LL HAVE TO REPLY HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO, I'LL DO THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let's kick back and watch this space morph into a tag reply board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you lift my feet off the ground, and spin around, you make me crazier,crazier. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-9074437619764524046?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/9074437619764524046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=9074437619764524046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/9074437619764524046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/9074437619764524046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/rizaza.html' title='RIZAZA.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-7042047283403678293</id><published>2009-06-11T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:31:19.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHALALALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know Sharaniya will read this so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OI. WHERE'S YOUR TAGBOARD?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG SONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABSOLUTELY LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ULTIMATE LOVE MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could it be that we have been this way before? ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-7042047283403678293?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7042047283403678293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=7042047283403678293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7042047283403678293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/7042047283403678293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/shalalala.html' title='SHALALALA.'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8997413837521420268</id><published>2009-06-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:56:38.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Twitter :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO TWITTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, finally, I'm on Twitter :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I only have 5 friends, it's so sad. Joana, Amanda, Elizabeth, Miss Allyson. Oh no. That's 4! HAHAHA. GO JOIN TWITTER AND FOLLOW ME :D Or just click the link under "I'm your soul" on the right :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got people following me! And I don't even know them :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore's 18th case of H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got nothing but time on our hands! This time we're not giving up, let's make it last forever ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8997413837521420268?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8997413837521420268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8997413837521420268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8997413837521420268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8997413837521420268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-twitter-d.html' title='Hi Twitter :D'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783716847262252702.post-8598910029862998230</id><published>2009-06-09T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:43:02.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Shawny,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY SHAWN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANNE 3, SHAWN 0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which kinda reminds me of the gabe-anne game thingy, which i won by a thousand million points :] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345233722741064978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Si4VwCVrhRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NeLmkgaIalc/s320/shawn%27s+conv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This should give you an idea how lame Shawn and I can get. Yeah lah, Shawn, you rock lah. Happy? See, I'm so nice :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures frozen in time are becoming clearer ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783716847262252702-8598910029862998230?l=hear-myprayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8598910029862998230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783716847262252702&amp;postID=8598910029862998230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8598910029862998230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783716847262252702/posts/default/8598910029862998230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hear-myprayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-ones-for-shawny.html' title='This one&apos;s for Shawny,'/><author><name>anney.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16232919679579454421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Spuy_iEZLAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wyOgWrQKwsQ/S220/Jolene+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYvBYjRAUGQ/Si4VwCVrhRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NeLmkgaIalc/s72-c/shawn%27s+conv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
