<?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-15477790</id><updated>2011-09-30T18:15:24.170+08:00</updated><category term='122.'/><category term='Borrowed time.'/><category term='human.'/><category term='suicides'/><category term='Defeated'/><category term='cute `love&apos; predictions.'/><category term='Hold me down.'/><category term='Hypocrisy'/><category term='HAD A BAD DAY.'/><category term='(:'/><category term='RAWR'/><category term='Disappointing results'/><title type='text'>The cow jumped over the moon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1538959084913240453</id><published>2011-01-03T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:08:08.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at all the twitter quotes from 'Ispeakfemale', 'thisdamnquote', 'sodamntrue', 'zodiacfast'. And I'm thinking to myself, the world is sexist. They prefer females, cause they assume only guys are jerks and girls can hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're hurting me. But you can only hurt me because I care about you, and I wouldnt stop hurting till I know you care too. dont tell me, show me. please. &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/15477790-1538959084913240453?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1538959084913240453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1538959084913240453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-at-all-twitter-quotes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8605291214151190473</id><published>2010-12-29T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:39:19.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-23746" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-23746" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Matthew 18:21-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.65em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-23746" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 0.65em;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Then Peter came up and said to him, "Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?" &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-23747" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus said to him, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;"I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Teach me to live your love, oh God, to love because You first loved me, when I was so unlovely. Teach me to love and forgive those who hurt me. Lord, teach me to carry a measurement not to the world, but instead, the yardstick of Your grace. Your grace is sufficient for me, and You are made perfect in my weakness.&lt;/span&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/15477790-8605291214151190473?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8605291214151190473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8605291214151190473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/12/matthew-1821-22-21-then-peter-came-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6558617427444624588</id><published>2010-12-18T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:15:54.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its going to be abit stranger at the end of the year this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Maybe its because I wouldnt be able to get a 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy Birthday' from the one I want to hear it most from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Or maybe cause I dont know how to spend Christmas and my birthday this year, with the knowledge that I have to go to work on my birthday and might have to on Christmas and Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Maybe its also because this is the first time since my level became tight, that Monica isnt spending the countdown with us. Though when we were in secondary school she always had to leave slighty before or slightly after the countdown, she was still there. Then there was the TOC countdown at East Coast, which was the funniest cause we counted down every 5 minutes just to scare surrounding people that it was midnight, and there was the youth countdown last year. Miss you, Monica. Might not be able to go to Australia with Ziteng to find you next year though :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, Mister B. Havent been writing on you much this past year. But still, you've been holding the hourglass of my teenage years faithfully, capturing every grain of my past. Hm Mister B, so tell me. Is this year end any different from the others? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6558617427444624588?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6558617427444624588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6558617427444624588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-going-to-be-abit-stranger-at-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6071607345130172148</id><published>2010-12-17T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:24:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your priority, or me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I definitely choose yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know one thing's for sure. Thank You Lord, for choosing me, as &lt;b&gt;Your priority&lt;/b&gt;. Blessed I am indeed. My cup is overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6071607345130172148?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6071607345130172148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6071607345130172148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/12/makes-me-wonder-your-priority-or-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-209755891472209355</id><published>2010-11-08T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:26:49.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;This is the question everyone will have asked at least once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 60px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 30px; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 25px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 65px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: url(http://willywei.com/wp-content/themes/thematicpowerblog/images/blockquote.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(250, 250, 250); quotes: none; border-top-color: rgb(232, 232, 232); border-right-color: rgb(232, 232, 232); border-bottom-color: rgb(232, 232, 232); border-left-color: rgb(232, 232, 232); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; background-position: 0px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;[But] the vast majority of people start at the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;When I finished college, I desperately wanted to know what I should do next. Find a job? Go to grad school? Where? In what field?&lt;br /&gt;I prayed until I was exhausted (and God was probably a little tired of it too). I was ready to do whatever. Just send me a postcard. Put it in sky writing. But I would have gotten more clarity with a Magic 8 ball.&lt;br /&gt;For a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;Which I did not understand for many years. And its this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 17px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;God’s main purpose for you is not what you do. Its who you become.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Thanks Lucien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://johnortberg.com/?p=69" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 75, 145); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;John Ortberg's Blog&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Thanks Liwei, your blog post spoke straight to my heart. Not how you impact, but how you've been impacted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-209755891472209355?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/209755891472209355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/209755891472209355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-question-everyone-will-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1759372967569194517</id><published>2010-10-29T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:57:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMpFuntuWNI/AAAAAAAACAo/BAQGYljKfD4/s1600/TIME+TRAVEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMpFuntuWNI/AAAAAAAACAo/BAQGYljKfD4/s400/TIME+TRAVEL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311759415138514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going back in time to taupok Hitler once I complete this machine. Wish me luck.&lt;div&gt;ANDDDD HI MONICA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1759372967569194517?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1759372967569194517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1759372967569194517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-back-in-time-to-taupok-hitler.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMpFuntuWNI/AAAAAAAACAo/BAQGYljKfD4/s72-c/TIME+TRAVEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2043159458860845493</id><published>2010-08-15T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:52:09.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The last week has been amazing, and when you prayed with and for me today. I felt God working so mightily through you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ShangJun's apologetic talk which featured Gary Habermas, a Resurrection scholar, was so right. You cannot claim a logical explanation over a transformation. Some of us just read the Gospel, Paul saw the Gospel through Christ's resurrection happen, which spurred his transformation from fear into confidence. I am understanding God better through you. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2043159458860845493?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2043159458860845493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2043159458860845493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-week-has-been-amazing-and-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3457525281366174473</id><published>2010-07-31T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:00:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. FYP report (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;2. Forensics report ( Friday)&lt;br /&gt;3. Forensics critique (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;4. WISP discussion board ( Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;5. WISP reflections ( Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;6. Genomics presentation ( Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;7. Corpcomm 35% corporation kit ( Thursday)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyehhhhhhhhh. Tuesday NOTHING HEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3457525281366174473?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3457525281366174473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3457525281366174473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1813566880114915267</id><published>2010-07-31T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:54:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, you are amazing. For the plans You've had in my life, for the people You've put in my life. For understanding my limitations and weaknesses. For the struggles I am having. I commit again, with all I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1813566880114915267?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1813566880114915267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1813566880114915267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-you-are-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1997779284267493504</id><published>2010-07-25T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T03:55:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you fine with toeing the line? My mind hasnt yet reached a conclusion, and yours seem to have called it a stalemate. My thoughts are labile, not definite. aiyoh ah gerald, stick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1997779284267493504?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1997779284267493504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1997779284267493504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-you-fine-with-toeing-line-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4590486296708145446</id><published>2010-07-24T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:43:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TErff5vb_4I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/79x7gls6pVc/s1600/foong+chin+HAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TErff5vb_4I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/79x7gls6pVc/s400/foong+chin+HAHAHA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497452034327838594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have very weird and funny friends who loves bread in the middle of their rant. Hahaha very amusing, Foong Chin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, Sorry Monica! I havent found the time to type an email yet, soon soon i pwomise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4590486296708145446?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4590486296708145446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4590486296708145446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-very-weird-and-funny-friends-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TErff5vb_4I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/79x7gls6pVc/s72-c/foong+chin+HAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7939539076638473414</id><published>2010-07-18T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:16:41.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVq5IOay48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVq5IOay48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7939539076638473414?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7939539076638473414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7939539076638473414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-quarter-after-one-im-all-alone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7229241801894002412</id><published>2010-07-16T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:22:56.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its like, longing for the shelter and rest, but standing in front of the wrong house. A house that is warm and welcoming, a nice house and shelter, but its still not your house. Would you still want to stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7229241801894002412?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7229241801894002412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7229241801894002412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-like-longing-for-shelter-and-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7315398527701207539</id><published>2010-07-13T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:03:12.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're my favourite thing in life. Enough tumblr-ing, imma go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7315398527701207539?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7315398527701207539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7315398527701207539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-my-favourite-thing-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7237889419775814151</id><published>2010-05-17T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:32:09.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll remember you</title><content type='html'>All of you, but time doesn't permit me anymore. I miss, 3, more than any. Missmissmissmiss you all. Wish we could talk, hang out, laugh, emo, annoy, fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi mister B, I haven't patronized you in awhile. You're not one of emotions, but much treasured keepsakes. Thanks Mister B, I'll visit soon.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7237889419775814151?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7237889419775814151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7237889419775814151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-remember-you.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll remember you'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-221027991345469570</id><published>2010-04-15T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:45:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-221027991345469570?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/221027991345469570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/221027991345469570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7484035049592700290</id><published>2010-03-16T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:16:40.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 day's rest at home. I am satisfied. C:&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/15477790-7484035049592700290?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7484035049592700290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7484035049592700290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-days-rest-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5130563463279900552</id><published>2010-03-15T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:01:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S55LzBvwI5I/AAAAAAAAB8I/jRyytJ-AVCQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kxtcf8YJaC1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S55LzBvwI5I/AAAAAAAAB8I/jRyytJ-AVCQ/s400/tumblr_kxtcf8YJaC1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448875939179013010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a Macbook so that I can do this too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5130563463279900552?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5130563463279900552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5130563463279900552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-macbook-so-that-i-can-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S55LzBvwI5I/AAAAAAAAB8I/jRyytJ-AVCQ/s72-c/tumblr_kxtcf8YJaC1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3982667985804067617</id><published>2010-03-15T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:50:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wasted 8 minutes of my life listening to the audio recording of "The Bro Code". Haha, okay its a good laugh! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was jolly-ho. Expensive lunch, back to the weekdays. I need some time to just lollygag about. I want to stay home for a day or two, maybe a week. That'll be nice. See the sunset from my window again, sit on my table and idle my eyes out of the window. I need to "shi tou" alittle, I dont mind if i turn senile younger. Haha, everyone's embarking on another route now. I wish I can make it too. 1 year, I really want to make it, though I do not say it out, if I cannot steer, I should slow down. If I slow down, I would be left behind. Jesus, take the wheel? Its hard, true story. Its hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3982667985804067617?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3982667985804067617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3982667985804067617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-wasted-8-minutes-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2211738314902107295</id><published>2010-03-13T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T02:08:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S5qC-2xXpBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/15ngYfjvBoo/s1600-h/19414_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S5qC-2xXpBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/15ngYfjvBoo/s400/19414_540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447810715624121362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's really cute, haha, like really really. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;www.9gag.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2211738314902107295?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2211738314902107295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2211738314902107295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-really-cute-haha-like-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/S5qC-2xXpBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/15ngYfjvBoo/s72-c/19414_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2307537208673213119</id><published>2010-03-03T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:48:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant-mend</title><content type='html'>This is just a post for myself. It's not meant to be mellow or depressed or matters of such sorts. It's not meant to be looked upon and evaluated. Its for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to mend when you realise that everything is meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows why everything has a meaning. Even the most meaningless words mean something. Even, maybe, the word means an inassurance. Even the most boring 9-5 jobs means securing an income. Even the hardest fall means that we're only mortals, under an, quoting Shangjun's article, unevaluated Evaluator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rugby player enters a field, and expect not to be battered, and no player sits down after being tackled, complaining. Meant to fall, we are. Long live gravity. We cannot fault it for bringing us to the ground, though it hurts. When we only keep our heads in the clouds. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2307537208673213119?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2307537208673213119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2307537208673213119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/meant-mend.html' title='Meant-mend'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7020832301717817937</id><published>2010-03-03T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:15:04.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Absence is to love, like wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, but kindles the strong. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7020832301717817937?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7020832301717817937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7020832301717817937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/03/absence-is-to-love-like-wind-is-to-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1540030494333742224</id><published>2010-02-22T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:52:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just feel like sitting here and cry. And act like crying would solve everything. Though I know it wouldn't. I just feel like sitting down here and crying.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1540030494333742224?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1540030494333742224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1540030494333742224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-feel-like-sitting-here-and-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5276807255297305017</id><published>2010-02-22T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:18:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Goodbye 3. Goodbye uni. Goodbye hardwork. Goodbye future. Goodbye post poly education. Goodbye hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fear. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5276807255297305017?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5276807255297305017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5276807255297305017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6647955087486688957</id><published>2010-02-22T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:01:07.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Monica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hi, it's february now. I should think, about 6 years ago, it was "hi, please don't scold Elroi, please don't scold Elroi!" hahaha! It has been a long while since I knew you, and you're probably of those constants(nuisances! Hahaha I kid!) with me the last 6 years. I actually don't remember how we started talking but it has got to be some funny reason. Hahaha I'm sure of that, but thanks for being the engine and anchor of my faith, I appreciate you, bestfriend(: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6647955087486688957?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6647955087486688957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6647955087486688957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-monica-haha-hi-its-february-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2717935444795646044</id><published>2010-02-21T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:18:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in a better mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay this way, or out of my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a side note, i want an Andes Teletransporter. Seriously awesome stuff, though I think its fake hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2717935444795646044?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2717935444795646044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2717935444795646044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-better-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6527026514914267726</id><published>2010-02-15T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:23:25.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Practicals &gt; theory, like actions &gt; words &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6527026514914267726?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6527026514914267726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6527026514914267726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/practicals-theory-like-actions-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8647822495710191541</id><published>2010-02-14T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:49:33.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about, I'm not :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A) A tool for entertainment&lt;br /&gt;B) A buffer for extra time&lt;br /&gt;C) A companion when there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;D) Devoid of feelings&lt;br /&gt;E) Fine and dandy all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it cause I cannot be at every frontline of life, and the ones I am always at never kicks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8647822495710191541?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8647822495710191541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8647822495710191541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-about-im-not-a-tool-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7084196387428393097</id><published>2010-02-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:38:08.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/15477790-7084196387428393097?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7084196387428393097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7084196387428393097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2644075127689868608</id><published>2010-02-08T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:23:58.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, my thoughts are everywhere right now. Where it is supposed to be and where it is not. I am feeling pretty much moodless again. But what really separates moodless and moody. For all, are invited, but only some are chosen. How do we contend with that. Do we even contend with it. I feel sad, when I see blind faith. Is it really a faith? If its not blind though? If you can see it feel it touch it sense it understand it know it want it love it. Is it still a faith? So then again if its faith, then it has to be faithful, so do we only have faith when we feel it is faithful? Because that makes me sad, that faith, trust, and a relationship with Something/Someone who you know plotted your forgiveness and eternal redemption in the pages of history, can be so easily deterred by the everyday minor occurances which seems &lt;i&gt;"unfaithful&lt;/i&gt;", in the context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So then, if we expect faith to be faithful, then how about love? So who for the unlovely? Should we choose, then? If He first loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I need courage, because my voice so small, but His love so big.&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/15477790-2644075127689868608?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2644075127689868608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2644075127689868608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-my-thoughts-are-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6675764727545302399</id><published>2010-02-07T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:58:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have lost touch with all online social interaction. haha, I have became a cyber-hermit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strangely enough I am actually quite proud of that achievement, that I am not addicted to facebook or MSN. Hoho maybe I should retro back into friendster! Haw haw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Kitru if you're reading this! I hazent talked to you in longlong! Hope you iz goodddd! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6675764727545302399?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6675764727545302399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6675764727545302399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-i-have-lost-touch-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5334585704841762833</id><published>2010-02-05T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:04:05.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the things I do daily, I think observing people must be my favourite pastime. Yes sure, it might seem kinda queer, but I really enjoy noticing that be it in a bus, or a single cabin of a train, that everyone is different in their own way. From the way they sit, to the way they dress, to the way they talk, to the way they attempt to pass time in the bus. I find it really fascinating, this race/species/group called homosapiens. However much every single one of them attempt to mimic some certain ideal in society, strive for similar unattainable goals in life, hop onto every bandwagon that comes along. That everyone of them is really spectacularly/remarkably/strikingly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embrace variation, not judge it by society's yardstick&lt;/span&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/15477790-5334585704841762833?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5334585704841762833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5334585704841762833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-all-things-i-do-daily-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3066197545195001337</id><published>2010-02-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:32:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 year, haw haw 1 year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3066197545195001337?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3066197545195001337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3066197545195001337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-year-haw-haw-1-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4628757316397294112</id><published>2010-02-04T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:02:29.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I think, `I miss *fill in whatever you miss here', is an overused statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cannot miss everyone you dont meet up with. It makes the statement lose its effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4628757316397294112?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4628757316397294112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4628757316397294112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-i-miss-fill-in-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3321628649570468336</id><published>2010-01-29T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:35:26.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lion for a day, then a sheep my whole life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you dont choose which one to be, do you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything's pretty average nowadays was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheep by day, prey to my own inadequacies and insecurities by night. Maybe I'm not getting by just fine. Maybe the grass isnt always fine green pastures. But I'll find my own. Maybe I'll stray, but I know the Shepherd is guardian over my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3321628649570468336?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3321628649570468336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3321628649570468336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/01/lion-for-day-then-sheep-my-whole-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3482024657826234005</id><published>2010-01-17T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:32:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not great at any specific something, I'm okay at everything,&lt;br /&gt;and that irritates me more then anything&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/15477790-3482024657826234005?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3482024657826234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3482024657826234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-great-at-any-specific.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6620941806189103257</id><published>2010-01-05T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:12:02.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come &amp;amp; go.&lt;br /&gt;671 friends, so what.&lt;br /&gt;You all just come &amp;amp; go.&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/15477790-6620941806189103257?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6620941806189103257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6620941806189103257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-275465459098662565</id><published>2010-01-02T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:10:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Whether or not you're ready for 2010, you're going to face it."&lt;br /&gt; -Wong Nengwei (Tintin) 2230hours 31st december, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words, wise words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are going to face it together. As far as your net is cast, is as far as you can fish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Timothy 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lvl 6 '09. I see maturity and burdens. Lets hope we get more of both in 2010.&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/15477790-275465459098662565?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/275465459098662565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/275465459098662565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2010/01/whether-or-not-youre-ready-for-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5063039593943829602</id><published>2009-12-31T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:45:25.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because in the times of Adam and Eve, we were made in the image of God, to be with God. Thats why we're in this mess now. Because we were designed, in the image of God, to commune with God. But now when the world creates so many other 'gods', many cannot focus on the true God, which we were created to commune with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were designed to be with God. I now find, our sense of lacking in this world, is because we are not doing what we were designed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fisherman without his bait, he will keep fishing, but he lacks, and the rod would never satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5063039593943829602?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5063039593943829602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5063039593943829602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-in-times-of-adam-and-eve-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4861129972781230903</id><published>2009-12-24T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:14:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they cant carry your life burdens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they cant take the weight of your shoulders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they cant be beside you 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, friends: you can be sure they want to do everything up there just for you if they could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God for friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4861129972781230903?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4861129972781230903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4861129972781230903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-they-cant-carry-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-460276166756250135</id><published>2009-12-20T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:02:30.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some problems living up to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some problems facing up to friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some problems giving up to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some problems taking up my stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one receives a gift, to deny the gift. Humility, is a thin line between greed and pride. Greed, patronizes humbleness, to receive more praise. Pride, ignore humbleness, for the spotlight to shine upon them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I am at greed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-460276166756250135?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/460276166756250135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/460276166756250135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-some-problems-living-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6620570370691810087</id><published>2009-12-16T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:50:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's always that little part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nagging past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're under the impression I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might have known&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/15477790-6620570370691810087?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6620570370691810087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6620570370691810087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-always-that-little-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4406346412238663737</id><published>2009-12-15T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:55:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Give A Little Bit - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit of your love to me&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a little bit of my love to you&lt;br /&gt;See the man with the lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take his hand, you'll be surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll give a little bit of my life for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit of your time to me&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time that we need to share&lt;br /&gt;So send a smile, we’re on our way back home&lt;br /&gt;ooh yea yea&lt;br /&gt;We gotta feel it&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea...&lt;br /&gt;Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need to feel at home&lt;br /&gt;Ooo you gotta feel it&lt;br /&gt;Yea you gotta want to&lt;br /&gt;OO you gotta sing, we've come along way tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit of your love to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll give a little bit of my life for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time we need to share&lt;br /&gt;So send a smile, we're on our way back home&lt;br /&gt;Yea come along too&lt;br /&gt;Yea we gotta feel it&lt;br /&gt;Cause i need to feel at home&lt;br /&gt;Come along too&lt;br /&gt;Such a long ride&lt;br /&gt;oo come a long way&lt;br /&gt;Such a long ride&lt;br /&gt;Come a long way&lt;br /&gt;Sing it tonight&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/15477790-4406346412238663737?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4406346412238663737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4406346412238663737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-little-bit-goo-goo-dolls-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2696755587707412476</id><published>2009-12-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:25:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many times now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we learn, we see, we feel, &lt;b&gt;we know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we've not yet done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James 2:18 :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But someone will say, "You have faith; I have deeds." Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Knowing and realising isnt enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 : "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;because I know, but I dont do. Thats why I cannot rely. Jeremy said last night to a couple of us, "It is because YOU have THE SPIRIT in you, thats why you struggle with sin." I think its comforting to know that Christianity isnt all peaches and creams. That it is not a faith we follow, but a relationship. That when we contend with sin, we're really contending against what we know would make God sad. Like in every relationships on Earth. Regardless of circumstances we dont want to let the other side of the relationship feel sad. Which is why we contend with ourselves not to sin, so God would not feel sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Thanks Joshua, for talking to me last night about the concept of pre-destined prayer. About it not being something which you prayer knowing that the answer is right behind the door, deciding. That it is about praying, for the things we want, that we truly want because it pleases Him. That the misconception that Prayer is something to ask for what you want, is true and false in 2 contexts. Thank you anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;On a side note Bchem was good! Thank you Dr Srivani and all my lecture mates for helping me understand all those plots stuff whatever things! hahahaha 2 more papers, INAC, goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/15477790-2696755587707412476?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2696755587707412476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2696755587707412476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many-times-now-we-learn-we-see-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6256525328155574518</id><published>2009-12-01T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:34:55.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been awhile since I last wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I wish I had someone to talk to when I have to."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wonder to myself. Why make the effort to feel the the burden, when being comfortable is so much easier. I also wonder, why it is so obvious that people do not understand that foundations are not singular, but plural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;What on Earth are you here for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;yourself?&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/15477790-6256525328155574518?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6256525328155574518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6256525328155574518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-awhile-since-i-last-wished.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7720586934579113055</id><published>2009-12-01T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:25:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fear no exams for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SxPxtOCK8gI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ibVkjRNuA9A/s1600/2812_500sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SxPxtOCK8gI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ibVkjRNuA9A/s400/2812_500sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409933336565707266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/15477790-7720586934579113055?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7720586934579113055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7720586934579113055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-fear-no-exams-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SxPxtOCK8gI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ibVkjRNuA9A/s72-c/2812_500sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2604335097503429802</id><published>2009-11-29T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:43:07.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I've lost you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;go.away.jealousy.&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/15477790-2604335097503429802?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2604335097503429802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2604335097503429802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7654556381353904054</id><published>2009-11-24T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:56:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you are not, you just are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont try to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same goes for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont care if you have a superiority complex, the alpha mentality or a boastful spirit. When you start showing sprouting nonsense about me as a facade for your sloth. You're going to realise I am not the person you should be wrestling with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7654556381353904054?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7654556381353904054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7654556381353904054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-are-not-you-just-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-9056531850384657691</id><published>2009-11-19T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:31:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to pick up them sticks again, and start jamming. I am losing my rhythm. I can even do a 16 beat properly now without lapsing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, I went for Dialogue In The Dark, Singapore. In Ngee Ann Poly itself. It was an eye opener, though it was in the dark. It was awesome. I would recommend it to everyone, anyone! Its absolutely amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-9056531850384657691?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/9056531850384657691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/9056531850384657691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-pick-up-them-sticks-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8129195150207401079</id><published>2009-11-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:58:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recombinant insect gene proteins in fish vector, Creation of a diagnostic kit involving Western blot for antibodies and antigens simultaneously, Potential plants flowers or flora for anti cancer purposes, or the effect of metal oxide fumes on organisms and their body's response against it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo. I wish I didnt have to make a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only life was like Super Mario. I could eat a mushroom and grow bigger to stomp on trouble. Or eat a carrot and fly! But if life was like Super Mario I'd probably be Lugi. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8129195150207401079?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8129195150207401079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8129195150207401079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/recombinant-insect-gene-proteins-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7770782368641659927</id><published>2009-11-17T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:39:17.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYP(Final Year Project) briefing today. Choice selection within the next 1 week. The first 2 years were too fast. I am almost on my last lap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still want to continue running..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7770782368641659927?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7770782368641659927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7770782368641659927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/fypfinal-year-project-briefing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7782393323508935360</id><published>2009-11-15T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:29:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, I went to Bartley for a church youth service. The speaker was a guest, Jon, if I dont recall wrongly. He reminded me a whole lot, of what last year's youth camp taught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good works, without faith, is meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Likewise, faith, without good works, isnt faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They go hand in hand with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay well, the speaker didnt exactly say that, he was talking about Evangelism, being a neglected priority nowadays, when it is what we came to Earth for, quite solely. He mentioned an analogy, which at first I did not quite agree with, because it seems so drastic. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"If God wanted us to come to Earth to fellowship, He might as well have placed us in Heaven, where there is perfect fellowship. If He wanted us to worship Him, He might as well placed us in Heaven, where we can sing with choirs of angels, the perfect worship. But God placed us on Earth, to spread His Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I think that is the very crucial point, which I often miss. That I am where I am, comfortable and selfish with God's abundance. When I am supposed to be out there sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many a time, have I felt despair and fear, over a impossible, yet inevitable feat. Wishing it to be possible. Reading through Revelations recently, really opened my eyes, and my fears. I am really scared. Not for myself. Because I am reassured. I want to share, but I am too afraid. Recently, the Bible studies have been about Esther, Elijah, Joseph, people who are afraid. The Bible didnt show us that all The Book's characters are fearless, outstanding, or very talented. They were just willing. I am willing. Lord please teach me boldness, please teach me, that momentum, is never a criteria for worship, prayer, evangelism, fellowship, learning. That things are not done, because I have to, as thats no better than a robot, but because I feel the burden to, and I want to. That, I am not without sin, but with transgressions against your Word. But by The Lord's grace, I am saved, and by His Might and not mine, all things are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7782393323508935360?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7782393323508935360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7782393323508935360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-i-went-to-bartley-for-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7547414732792845434</id><published>2009-11-04T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:17:51.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was eventful hehehe, awoke with a nasty runny nose, which ran all the way from 7 till 1, which made up of a 3 hours of practicals, running down to Kap to get birthday cake for gloria, back to school to surprise her at alumni and walking to school with sharon from 830. Running nose destroyed half my day's fun ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its alright, during the other subsequent, 4 hours Molecular Biology practical, was pretty awesome. In the practical itself, as there was 2 hours incubation time, which is like waiting for the biological units to do its stuff, in this point was electrophoresis and Restriction enzyme to slice the DNA plasmid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during that 2 hours, we played indian poker, wrestling, learnt a few japanese words, watch alittle of the Jack Neo's "Where Got Ghost?", played Asshole Taiti, taught our Technical Service Officer how to play Asshole Taiti, and... we played with the vortex machine again, which if you didnt already know, we broke the other time around while playing it. hahaha. I love my class. I like school. It's probably the best I've had studying, I mean actually studying, I would ever get. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7547414732792845434?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7547414732792845434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7547414732792845434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-eventful-hehehe-awoke-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1946339349743134331</id><published>2009-11-01T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:27:03.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;If people buy me these I'll be REALLY happy! Okay this REALLY ISNT a wants list for my birthday. Im just listing so I have motivation to save up for it cause currently my motivation to save money is inversely proportionate to fulfilling my stomach's desire, so therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Desire to eat goes up, saving money goes down all the way to owing money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I need to flip that, which means either eat more chicken breast for the boost in protein as it is cheap, or give up a large amount of protein in a meal and risk becoming fatter than i already am. Sighh I wish I was paid to bulk like the character Jacob Black in New Moon. Gyming hard is so easy, getting the right supplements to become leaner stronger and bigger is soooooo hard! &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay here's the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) A portable whiteboard to hang in my room, small one. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) A Manhattan Portage Big Apple Backpack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) New pair of Vic Firth 8D drumsticks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) Converse All-star White with red stripe sneakers(plain one)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5) Banana Republic's Pima cotton rugby-striped Long Sleeved Polo Tee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6) Banana Republic's fitted V-neck Long Sleeved solid tee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7) The Mushroom Swiss Tendergrill from Burger King again ): ): ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;OKAY YAY, NOW TO WORK TOWARDS IT. it adds up to a total of about $400, damnnnn. Okay yayy school tomorrow, time to charge my ipod and my body up! Lecture day is gna be LONGGGGG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1946339349743134331?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1946339349743134331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1946339349743134331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-people-buy-me-these-ill-be-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-177660688822914004</id><published>2009-10-31T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:05:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got myself a wrist guard, i am now 110% happy, a good 10% improvement from before I bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy &lt;i&gt;(buy now if you have been reading the word 'buy' consistently through the post, you would now have the urge to pronounce 'buy' as bu-ee-eh. Yes the pun was intentional.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so now as the whole gang is staying over at Roo's house for a sleepover, and here I am at home cause I have church tomorrow morning, I am feeling 80% happy now ): because I really want to stayover. But its alright cause we're probably booking the Loft@Kismis to stayover and study during study week! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life is good, because I want it to be good. &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/15477790-177660688822914004?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/177660688822914004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/177660688822914004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-myself-wrist-guard-i-am-now-110.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6770912545094962445</id><published>2009-10-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:00:32.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just dont let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6770912545094962445?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6770912545094962445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6770912545094962445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-dont-let-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1229810038453305446</id><published>2009-10-29T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:53:09.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things that I used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the words that got in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things that I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things that she used to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the songs she used to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the favorite TV shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Its Over - Sugar Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like this song, and i cannot get blogger to function properly somehow because Nice Guys Finish Last - Cobra Starship is an awesomeawesome song everyone please go listen to it! Though I think Hot Mess isnt as good as iViva La Cobra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay whatever, this week i learnt that bioinfomatics is the toughest module i have ever taken though it was only the first tutorial. Anyone want to see where I have to extract my information from please refer to the link below and try to comprehend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/nuccore/16551188&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I read from those numbers and codes and can source data about a certain organism. My Life Is Awesome. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Monica this is totally to cheer you up about Stats cause you know it cannot be worst than this stuff, at least you can memorise your formulaes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first module of which, i have had 3 hours of the teacher, and know that it is going to be impossible to score or even pass man. Damnn.&lt;br /&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/15477790-1229810038453305446?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1229810038453305446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1229810038453305446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-things-that-i-used-to-say-all-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3164005711514251467</id><published>2009-10-25T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:29:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm I wonder when, and who.&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/15477790-3164005711514251467?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3164005711514251467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3164005711514251467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm-i-wonder-when-and-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4672056079023207304</id><published>2009-10-24T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:50:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so troubled for you both. Whatever happened to, "tough times dont last but tough men do". Please dont give up upon yourself in the sport. Or in the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4672056079023207304?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4672056079023207304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4672056079023207304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-troubled-for-you-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-238217950187127756</id><published>2009-10-23T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:32:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 best buds, and I cannot help. Maybe I should sacrifice. But its Final Year Project. My only chance to Uni. I feel utterly useless now.&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/15477790-238217950187127756?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/238217950187127756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/238217950187127756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-best-buds-and-i-cannot-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5849323023881080523</id><published>2009-10-22T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:06:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SuBWsY_i84I/AAAAAAAAB3w/rCyjpVkaj-Q/s1600-h/aminoacids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SuBWsY_i84I/AAAAAAAAB3w/rCyjpVkaj-Q/s400/aminoacids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395407674213069698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so awesome, 4 days into the week, i have memorized 14 of these 20 amino acids's structures and names. But I heard Biochem's a bitch in Chemical calculations sooo, wish me luck! I am so gna win the 20 amino acids memory bet! hohoho friendly competitions ftw.&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/15477790-5849323023881080523?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5849323023881080523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5849323023881080523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-so-awesome-4-days-into-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/SuBWsY_i84I/AAAAAAAAB3w/rCyjpVkaj-Q/s72-c/aminoacids.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2721054598785514977</id><published>2009-10-21T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:26:36.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little warmth,&lt;br /&gt;I felt a slight chill.&lt;br /&gt;I felt for a few songs,&lt;br /&gt;I felt for no personal thrill.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was to be there,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like no one really care.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was trying to fit,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I just could not clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised how much I have forgotten that Christians, should be reached out to as much as Non-Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not displeased I am not dissatisfied. I am just more challenged to step out of my own comfort zone, for the comfort of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2721054598785514977?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2721054598785514977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2721054598785514977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-felt-little-warmth-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8526007775219431160</id><published>2009-10-21T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:55:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, 4 people started messing around with a locker, trying to open it to put in our valuables before heading out for lunch. To the lock, we twirled its keypads, knocked the numbers, attempt to pull it out of its hinges, attempt to try different combinations, and we realised after 5-10 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were at the wrong locker.&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/15477790-8526007775219431160?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8526007775219431160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8526007775219431160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-4-people-started-messing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-9062156883174229250</id><published>2009-10-18T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:11:10.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uC4u93OE5SU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uC4u93OE5SU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this video is like awesome. Ziteng, Liwei, James, Ethel, Steph and Sunny made it for a church event at the beginning of the year. And Im pretty psyched for school tomorrow sooooooo YAHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live and &lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let live&lt;/s&gt; ITS 2 MONTHS AND 9 DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY"&lt;br /&gt;-Gerald Lim, October 18 (year 1991 - year 19910)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hominahomina... what a insight on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wahver and im kidding on the death date thing, or I would be a FALSE PROPHET. Le Gaspeth! Must. Read. 1 John. Over. Again. Against. Warning. Of. False. Prophets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k goodnight, school tomorrow YAHOOOOOOOO(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i am totally faking this but optimism is a good trait of life okay goodnight&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yeah actually I missed out saying sugardreams and sleep tight too but this is a blog for crying out loud!&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No actually I do think you're the only one who actually sees your blog anyway Gerald so like you can stop talking to yourself now&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Like I am totally gonna stop opening new brackets seriously&lt;/span&gt;))) okay this is from the first bracket so goodnight!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-9062156883174229250?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/9062156883174229250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/9062156883174229250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-this-video-is-like-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4960381335262252659</id><published>2009-10-17T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:53:46.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/StlbloW5yhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/fLLYIBBTA5w/s1600-h/11856_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/StlbloW5yhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/fLLYIBBTA5w/s400/11856_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393442730799647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Short people should learn from Napoleon&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy a hat soon.&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/15477790-4960381335262252659?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4960381335262252659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4960381335262252659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-going-to-buy-hat-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/StlbloW5yhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/fLLYIBBTA5w/s72-c/11856_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3378548897916660051</id><published>2009-10-16T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:18:27.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg0W5TWWHI/AAAAAAAAB24/oEWMvzHhum8/s1600-h/12865_500sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg0W5TWWHI/AAAAAAAAB24/oEWMvzHhum8/s400/12865_500sq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393118121719912562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect water gun. Too bad it'll probably be too heavy to be feasible as a weapon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kidz Amaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4MxGkgEI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ZPSFde9xGqk/s1600-h/P1060155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4MxGkgEI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ZPSFde9xGqk/s400/P1060155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122345766649922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4Mkvm7UI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/JMHk_7y5yvk/s1600-h/P1060184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4Mkvm7UI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/JMHk_7y5yvk/s400/P1060184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122342449114434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4MLZqc-I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/XcmrUgFlqis/s1600-h/P1060185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4MLZqc-I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/XcmrUgFlqis/s400/P1060185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122335646184418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4Lh61KVI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Jq_PnZQC2y4/s1600-h/P1060201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4Lh61KVI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Jq_PnZQC2y4/s400/P1060201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122324511009106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4LVmVs5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/haGnvHv4pGE/s1600-h/P1060158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg4LVmVs5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/haGnvHv4pGE/s400/P1060158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393122321203835794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So on Thursday, Brenda, Tryphena, Jeremy and I decided to go out, initially on a food trail around Singapore and then stop at Lasalle to sit there for HTHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we reached Jurong we got too lazy to go anywhere else, so we just went to Kidz Amaze, again. And yes, we made 3 new friends there again, but i only remember the boy's name, Zhi Le, I suck at chinese names seriously. Hahaha, but anyway, he's like the most violent/aggressive/insulting 4 years old ever man, but still cute. I swear my shirt was about to tear with the 3 of them constantly tugging along on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a video of the 3 kids calling Jeremy, Si Fei Zhu which is "stupid fat pig" in chinese which was like the most hilarious thing ever cause they totalled him before that with foam balls before insulting him. And their added age is probably slightly older than us only. But adorable kids, i still prefer Sonia and John. Hahaha, more tame. On a note, I wouldnt mind taking up a job as a receptionist there though it is like crazy baby sitting there but i think interacting with the kids and their parents isnt that bad, I mean I'm pretty awesome with kids and parents are pretty awesomely much nicer when they're with their kids sooooooo! Maybe, maybe. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to support Sarah now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/15477790-3378548897916660051?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3378548897916660051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3378548897916660051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-water-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/Stg0W5TWWHI/AAAAAAAAB24/oEWMvzHhum8/s72-c/12865_500sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7947717687878504082</id><published>2009-10-14T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:29:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 more days ):&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/15477790-7947717687878504082?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7947717687878504082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7947717687878504082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5948403727843306347</id><published>2009-10-09T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:00:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5948403727843306347?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5948403727843306347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5948403727843306347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1530826518391149080</id><published>2009-10-08T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:47:04.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sentosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Tryphena's diving `with fishes'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; -Jay's overpowering chest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Phobia 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humble day, but the most sincere laughs I've had with them since leaving. 5 people with similar lives 1 year back, but 4 totally different routes today. But some things doesnt change. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks T,J,S,B.&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/15477790-1530826518391149080?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1530826518391149080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1530826518391149080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentosa-tryphenas-diving-with-fishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-951462662326265215</id><published>2009-10-07T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:25:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Went to Kidz Amaze at Jurong Safra today which was totally the shiz seriously! Went with Tryphena and we actually planned to leave at like 6, but we met this 2 awesome cute lil siblings named John, 6, and Sonia, 3. And they call themselves ninjas cause they disappear down slides and can throw out some nasty karate wannabe moves. Really adorable they're there every tuesday and I am going to go back there to meet them cuz we have a dateee! HOHO, okay i am kidding but they're really the cutest things ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, we ended up playing in there from 2.30pm till 7pm and got to know 3 people! Which totally made our day, but we have terrible abrasions like at our joints cause apparently, when they stated "No going in 2s down the slide", they werent kidding and we have damn bad abrasions cause we were too big for some slides &gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Okay anywayy holler to Kitru if you're reading this, dont give up and build bigz ginormous bysaps! Hope you make it to IVP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Jiahong, Jasper and Ah le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I would be happy for you HOHOHO DONT KILL ME. Okay live happy byebye!&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/15477790-951462662326265215?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/951462662326265215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/951462662326265215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-to-kidz-amaze-at-jurong-safra.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1590453585969766361</id><published>2009-10-04T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:53:09.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men spend all their time looking at women, because men dont understand them so they like the keep an eye on them. - Jerry Seinfeld&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/15477790-1590453585969766361?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1590453585969766361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1590453585969766361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/men-spend-all-their-time-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2347781940566695970</id><published>2009-10-03T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:59:35.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my blog is quite dull and old and is in dire need of refurbishment. I can feel the dust collecting upon this memory keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have actually been really bored recently, like the past 3 days especially because I have been `pang-sehed' three times in a row straight due to laziness -.- So I have practically stayed home all three days. sucks to be me I know sympathize with me people. hoho.&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/15477790-2347781940566695970?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2347781940566695970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2347781940566695970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-my-blog-is-quite-dull-and-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1249832146273623602</id><published>2009-10-03T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:08:30.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find you're pretty funny and attractive, only I dont know you,&lt;br /&gt;yet.&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/15477790-1249832146273623602?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1249832146273623602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1249832146273623602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-find-youre-pretty-funny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4982070984478171638</id><published>2009-10-01T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:09:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i just found out mil is in my class again this semester too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4982070984478171638?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4982070984478171638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4982070984478171638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-just-found-out-mil-is-in-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3306208264992138129</id><published>2009-10-01T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:13:27.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;okay and i conclude that i have terrible short term memory, like really bad one because my 2 orange paragraphs are like almost exactly the same but i never noticed it. damnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3306208264992138129?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3306208264992138129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3306208264992138129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-and-i-conclude-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5561986748831454270</id><published>2009-10-01T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:11:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bad thing about being a biology/chemistry student, is that people normally take common misconceptions about genes and go against your knowledge of it. Which i find partially amusing. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I have not met my daily requirement of exercise because i am not allowed to go swim a second time in a day ): And the gym is apparently too far to go to at this time. I am probably not going to be able to sleep tonight. Cause I stayed home the whole day. Was supposed to meet mil for our cheapskate picnic dinner but she overslept sooooooooooo i am stuck here at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I am really looking forward to swimming in the morning again tomorrow! Swimming is like the most awesome cardio in the world seriously. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANDDDDDDD I GOT A SLOT FOR I&amp;amp;E ENTREPRENEURSHIP WITH VIVIANA FEQUIRA OO SHIYAN! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which is like the best thing that happened all day cause the system was like retarded when i logged in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I still managed to get my slot THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay besides the fact this is the first time in a long time i have blogged normally, this is also the first time in a long time which i havent met my daily requirement for exercising cause I CAN FEEL THE ENERGY IN ME. I need to run/swim/gym/climb steps or something to get rid of this cause if not tonight would be torturous cause i'll be tossing and turning all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need redbull too folks, bro meeting soon i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5561986748831454270?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5561986748831454270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5561986748831454270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-thing-about-being-biologychemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8054681059337953508</id><published>2009-10-01T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:59:58.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14390" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like Esther said in worship on sunday, "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart" - Psalm 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:small;"&gt;Allow my heart to be a heart for His desires, and of course He would give me the desire of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:small;"&gt;And Fugi shared this chapter when I was in camp, comforting, Liwei shared it with me in the mid of this year. Taste and See That the Lord Is Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Psalm 34  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14390" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; I will extol the LORD at all times;&lt;br /&gt;      his praise will always be on my lips.&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14391" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; My soul will boast in the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;      let the afflicted hear and rejoice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14392" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Glorify the LORD with me;&lt;br /&gt;      let us exalt his name together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14393" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; I sought the LORD, and he answered me;&lt;br /&gt;      he delivered me from all my fears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14394" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt; Those who look to him are radiant;&lt;br /&gt;      their faces are never covered with shame.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14395" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; This poor man called, and the LORD heard him;&lt;br /&gt;      he saved him out of all his troubles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14396" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;      and he delivers them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14397" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Taste and see that the LORD is good;&lt;br /&gt;      blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14398" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Fear the LORD, you his saints,&lt;br /&gt;      for those who fear him lack nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14399" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; The lions may grow weak and hungry,&lt;br /&gt;      but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14400" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; Come, my children, listen to me;&lt;br /&gt;      I will teach you the fear of the LORD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14401" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; Whoever of you loves life&lt;br /&gt;      and desires to see many good days,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14402" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; keep your tongue from evil&lt;br /&gt;      and your lips from speaking lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14403" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; Turn from evil and do good;&lt;br /&gt;      seek peace and pursue it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14404" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous&lt;br /&gt;      and his ears are attentive to their cry;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14405" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; the face of the LORD is against those who do evil,&lt;br /&gt;      to cut off the memory of them from the earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14406" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them;&lt;br /&gt;      he delivers them from all their troubles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14407" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;b&gt;The LORD is close to the brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;      and saves those who are crushed in spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14408" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; A righteous man may have many troubles,&lt;br /&gt;      but the LORD delivers him from them all;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14409" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; he protects all his bones,&lt;br /&gt;      not one of them will be broken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14410" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; Evil will slay the wicked;&lt;br /&gt;      the foes of the righteous will be condemned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14411" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;b&gt;The LORD redeems his servants;&lt;br /&gt;      no one will be condemned who takes refuge in him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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/15477790-8054681059337953508?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8054681059337953508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8054681059337953508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-esther-said-in-worship-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4248045229606388149</id><published>2009-09-30T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:41:08.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to condescend myself, my thoughts, my actions.&lt;br /&gt;My being, my life, my desire, my motives, my every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there isnt space for 2 in my heart, soul, mind, body. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4248045229606388149?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4248045229606388149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4248045229606388149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-condescend-myself-my-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3088182475578305385</id><published>2009-09-19T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:57:53.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its that intangible taste of despair yet again.&lt;br /&gt;3 semesters down/more, no one can said I didnt try. I am like a perfectionist stuck in the boots of  a failure.&lt;br /&gt;However high my head's up in the sky, my feet would always be on the ground. And there's where it would always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aim for the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and even if you miss you'll land amongst the clouds&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and thats all you'll ever be doing, aiming. &lt;/span&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/15477790-3088182475578305385?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3088182475578305385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3088182475578305385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-that-intangible-taste-of-despair.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3596281553055528599</id><published>2009-09-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:37:11.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss. Too much of my past. &lt;br /&gt;But regret is an emotion left for the foolish. I can only make do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3596281553055528599?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3596281553055528599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3596281553055528599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7727899097730397562</id><published>2009-09-11T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:49:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you blogger you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7727899097730397562?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7727899097730397562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7727899097730397562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-you-blogger-you-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4801173005355248643</id><published>2009-08-27T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:20:32.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly dont like you very much. But you are very pitiful. And I cannot help but sympathize with your situation now. If you didnt do it. You didnt do it. No one can accuse you about it and be right, because you know you didnt, and thats all that matters, what you know you did. Not what others think you did. However, if you did. And you're blaming everyone around you. Accusing people of being two faced. Especially the poor girl who's merely standing up for the truth. You stand alone. After all, no one believed "The Boy Who Cried Wolf".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4801173005355248643?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4801173005355248643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4801173005355248643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-honestly-dont-like-you-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2153097057740382517</id><published>2009-08-26T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:43:41.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moon is really pretty tonight I just wanna stretch out and grab it and hug it and squish it and rub it and pat it and gobble it and bishibashi it and put it back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay point taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- 2 papers down woohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- 2 papers to go woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- I feel complacent about immunology exam tomorrow boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- 2 more days to RUNNING AMOK YAHHFOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- I am falling sick now though ahchoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- I have no started on Cell Culture Tissue Application eat poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Yeah I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Though you make me feel like such a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Wouldn't you tell me just who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Could make me feel so blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW I LIKE BUT I ASSURE YOU I AM 100% NOT HOMOSEXUAL I AM PERFECTLY STRAIGHT I JUST LIKE THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/15477790-2153097057740382517?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2153097057740382517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2153097057740382517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/moon-is-really-pretty-tonight-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-5619760745515318593</id><published>2009-08-24T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:44:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a better tomorrow, and a subtle yesterday.&lt;div&gt;Tonight would be long, Gerald please be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a bitter day, and it wouldnt be long before the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, the winds would blow, but the next, is a better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-5619760745515318593?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5619760745515318593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/5619760745515318593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-better-tomorrow-and-subtle.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3768543616611431880</id><published>2009-08-23T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:20:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fee fi fo fum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exam papers here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If its hard or be I scarred,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll come out a retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3768543616611431880?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3768543616611431880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3768543616611431880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/fee-fi-fo-fum-exam-papers-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6636392315129937894</id><published>2009-08-23T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:59:21.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I feel, that I am a different Gerald I knew a year ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or rather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A different Gerald the world knew a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Mr G,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think you've gone bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;With regards,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;onscience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6636392315129937894?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6636392315129937894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6636392315129937894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-that-i-am-different-gerald-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7545944468961330492</id><published>2009-08-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:28:30.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Exam period, and here i am addicted to my childhood manga. Btw i find the opening theme song to be really catchy! hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yapa pa Yapa pa, iishanten, Hashagu koi wa, ike no koi, Yapa pa Yapa pa, issshanten, Mune no tai wa, dakaratei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY_dcqxOI8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY_dcqxOI8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-7545944468961330492?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7545944468961330492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7545944468961330492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-period-and-here-i-am-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-2647662965635961401</id><published>2009-08-11T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:05:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop perfecting people, Gerald. &lt;br /&gt;Start perfecting yourself first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-2647662965635961401?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2647662965635961401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/2647662965635961401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-perfecting-people-gerald.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-187433417929867455</id><published>2009-08-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:57:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week of practicals! Kinda sad, really. I really looked forward to all 4 practicals every week, though it was like dreadful in the beginning just thinking about it. But 4 practs a week is AWWWWSUMZ. As compared to 2 next sem. :/ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats like, 15 weeks of practicals i have been through, times 4, 60 practicals i have sat through, times 3, 180 hours worth of practicals this semester. Damnnn. I am not looking forward to next semester after such an enriching and fun one. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hehehe, unless i fail all my modules and retake, hohoho!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-187433417929867455?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/187433417929867455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/187433417929867455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week-of-practicals-kinda-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8748760845312962531</id><published>2009-08-04T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:33:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg world, do stuff because you want to. Not because you have to. If you're doing it already, THEN STOP GOING, " oh, i know right, mine is like way worse, blah blah blah, it cannot be worse than mine", because I. D. O. N. T. C. A. R. E. and it is not some lame competition on who has more work! Goodness, what I would give to have less work than people without having anyone tell me their life sucks more than mine.  Okay so life is a bed of thorns with little thorns on it and miniscule thorns on it to make sure all your willpower is ripped out, and yes sireeee you are walking down life alone arent you, beside you, we all are taking the path with red carpet rolling along on feet as we progress and lovely flowers blooming along the sidewalks covered in gold. While you're the only one who has to hack your way through the tough trials of life. pffffft. The world is not going to be any kinder to you, unless you're kinder to your own thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8748760845312962531?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8748760845312962531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8748760845312962531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-world-do-stuff-because-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-7543219090945546882</id><published>2009-08-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:20:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Religion isnt a feeling, nor is it something you do when it favours you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote from Evan Almighty. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;When you ask for wisdom, does God grant you wisdom? Or the opportunity to be wise. When you ask for strength, does He grant you strength, or the chance to stand up and be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 11:9 : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;"So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hang tough, you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/15477790-7543219090945546882?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7543219090945546882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/7543219090945546882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/religion-isnt-feeling-nor-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8084019206540423520</id><published>2009-08-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:43:22.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am done with ordinary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8084019206540423520?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8084019206540423520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8084019206540423520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-done-with-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1128951829265498360</id><published>2009-08-01T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:26:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is it possible, in the face of science, to not see the magnitude of God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The body produces antibody for every known disease against it, each type specific to a disease, and millions of them at one go, for the most unseen task of the system. How can you say God isnt amazing now.&lt;/i&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/15477790-1128951829265498360?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1128951829265498360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1128951829265498360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-is-it-possible-in-face-of-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-4897605830100134378</id><published>2009-08-01T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:58:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learn alittle more everyday, from those around, from those apart. and from those who dont even know they're teaching at all. The ability of a christian indeed lies not in his/her words or mere action. But their life. Self centered, i have been for too long. Who we are doesnt lie in who we follow, or keeping up with the latest fashion trend or having the best figure, going out to all sorts to achieve them. But we're created in the image of God, and that in itself, is who we have to accept, and is more than we should be even thankful about already. Thank you Hannah, though you would never read this, never know you helped, never thought of the impact you had already. Thank you God. Because there's so much I learnt today. And so much more I'll learn tomorrow, and the days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-4897605830100134378?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4897605830100134378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/4897605830100134378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-learn-alittle-more-everyday-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6959143011830999290</id><published>2009-07-13T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:40:23.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do, every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6959143011830999290?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6959143011830999290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6959143011830999290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-do-every-single-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-1504340370970041325</id><published>2009-07-09T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:40:17.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let every stone which is removed, be replaced by the shining sincerity through the opening, not from us, but from a Love greater than ours, to light up their dark cave, until they can see the light as we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-1504340370970041325?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1504340370970041325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/1504340370970041325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-every-stone-which-is-removed-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8023465764159018545</id><published>2009-06-30T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:15:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, G went to school feeling despondent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After half a day, G thinks to himself, "I grew up fine, education is ruining me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G went to take care of his experimental mice, and found out one of them is bleeding excessively and has an organ sticking out of its fragile body due to extensive pressure from the previous's day's immunization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G feels sad for the mice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What G should really be feeling is: "What the hell is he doing in a course he can study his ass off nights after nights, over and over again, but still get way below mediocre grades." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate you, school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate you, brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate you, time management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8023465764159018545?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8023465764159018545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8023465764159018545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-g-went-to-school-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-6235848897944884405</id><published>2009-06-22T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:54:29.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;what is the thing you find hardest to trust God with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent quite abit of time thinking through that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I cannot trust You with my relationships. As much as they all should be built upon You, I just cannot seem to after past failures. I dont understand why You would allow the one I trusted You with the most to collapse. I just dont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;1 John 4:19: We love because He first loved us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know You did, but I cant. Help me, I am falling but the view is exhilarating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-6235848897944884405?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6235848897944884405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/6235848897944884405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-asked-what-is-thing-you-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-3121896796873568927</id><published>2009-06-15T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:21:36.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); font-size: 12px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST MOST CREATIVE IDEA I'VE SEEN IN A LONG TIME!!!!!! ( Though yes, it is rather, obscene.) READ THROUGH IT. HAHAHA, AWESOME PLOT AND IDEA DUDE! THREE CHEERS TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, you're in love with one of your friends, but she has a boyfriend and probably wouldn't have sex with you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will need: 1 x knife, 1 x ring, access to a sunbed, the ability to grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step One:&lt;/span&gt; Place the ring on your wedding finger and avoid contact with your friend for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Two:&lt;/span&gt; Stop shaving and use the sunbed to gain a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Three:&lt;/span&gt; After a month when your beard is full and your tan is noticeable, remove the ring from your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Four:&lt;/span&gt; Remove all your clothes and break into your friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Five:&lt;/span&gt; Use the knife to cut your body in various places. Avoid the face. If possible, focus on your back. The more blood the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Six:&lt;/span&gt; Enter your friend's bedroom and lie face down on the floor. Wait for her return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Seven:&lt;/span&gt; When she enters the room pretend to be unconscious. Allow her to turn you over and try to wake you for a few seconds before you open your eyes. The injuries to your body will serve as a distraction to your nakedness. She will be more concerned about your wellbeing instead of fearing the naked man in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Eight:&lt;/span&gt; When she asks you what's happened you should ignore her questions. Instead you must act confused and ask the date. If it's September 15th she will say 'September 15th' to which you must reply 'No, what year is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Nine:&lt;/span&gt; Upon hearing the year say the words 'It worked.' Pretend to lose consciousness again for a few seconds, implying that whatever it is that has worked took a great effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Ten:&lt;/span&gt; If your friend is a curious person she will probably ask 'What worked?', even if she doesn't ask this question it is important that you now say the words '(Insert Friend's Name), I'm from the future' in your most deadpan voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Eleven:&lt;/span&gt; Pause for ten seconds to allow the incrediblness of the situation to sink in. There will be no reason for her to doubt your claim, because your beard will make you appear many years older and your cuts would add weight to the idea that you've come from a post-apocalyptic future where a war is currently taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Twelve:&lt;/span&gt; Raise your left hand to your face. All women are very observant, so your friend will immediately notice the tanline on your wedding finger. If she is educated to a decent standard she will realise that you are married and your ring has simply disappeared, because clothing and other items cannot travel through time. Your nudity will support this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Thirteen:&lt;/span&gt; Now comes the hard part - The monologue. In your own words you must give a speech in which you mention all of these key points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) You are married to each other in the future&lt;br /&gt;b) Her current boyfriend is dead&lt;br /&gt;c) The world is coming to an end. It's up to you to pick a reason, but I would recommend a war against machines. This whole situation will be backed up by the Terminator franchise&lt;br /&gt;d) In the future your relationship is not going well&lt;br /&gt;e) You've come back in time because you can't help but feel that she would have been happier with her current boyfriend if he hadn't been killed&lt;br /&gt;f) Her current boyfriend is going to be hit by a bus on a day six months from her present. She should stop him going to work that day&lt;br /&gt;g) If she does exactly what you say this current version of yourself will be erased and you will never get married. If she questions this flaw in your time travel logic, because you cannot change the past, simply reference Back to the Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Fourteen:&lt;/span&gt; Unless your friend is made of stone she will now be overcome by emotion, especially at your selflessness. Get to your feet and go to kiss her goodbye. It is important that you do this with the confidence of a man who has done this to her many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Fifteen:&lt;/span&gt; There is now no possible way that you aren't about to have sex with her. You're naked, kissing her, in her bedroom, agreeing to erase a version of yourself from history to make her happy. And as far as she knows you've had sex many times in a future that will no longer happen, so she thinks to herself that maybe she should have one memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Sixteen:&lt;/span&gt; After having the sex, ask to borrow some clothes then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Step Seventeen:&lt;/span&gt; Shave off your beard and coat your wedding finger in fake tan. Carry on as if nothing has happened. There will be three possible outcomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) During the sex some feelings that she didn't know existed are awakened and she will leave her boyfriend for you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Life will carry on as normal.&lt;br /&gt;3) You will be filled with guilt because of this moral grey area where you aren't entirely sure if what you've done counts as some kind of low level rape. You will take your own life by hanging, overdose or wrist cutting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-3121896796873568927?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3121896796873568927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/3121896796873568927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-this-is-funniest-most-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15477790.post-8263550508159493751</id><published>2009-06-15T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:36:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like it that the people around me never seem to be my constant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like it that I really miss the people who matters to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like that fact that I cannot juggle friends and school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like the fact that I am currently doing what I should be doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like it that I am rooted into something I know I should not be rooted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like the fact that I still see your face everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like the fact that I thought I had moved along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until I realised that I have cleared the way around me, but never once made the effort to clear you from myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15477790-8263550508159493751?l=i-say-so.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8263550508159493751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15477790/posts/default/8263550508159493751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-say-so.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do-not-like-it-that-people-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
