<?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-28572532</id><updated>2012-02-18T02:46:59.664+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Child stumbling her way to Heaven...</title><subtitle type='html'>Cowardice asks the question, is it safe?
Expediency asks the question, is it politic?
Vanity asks the question, is it popular?
But conscience asks the question, is it right?

There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor popular,
but he must take it because his conscience tells him that it is right.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1509946907684836736</id><published>2008-07-06T01:40:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:40:44.958+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lord, my prayer to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is to make me new&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Help me draw close to you each day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Through the baby steps of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;faith I take&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lord, my prayer to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is to lift me high up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So when I’m down and in despair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You’ll be there for me, my comfort and strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lord, my prayer to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is to increase my capacity for love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;To love my enemies, who hurt me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Be the salt and light for the lost and forsaken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lord, my prayer to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is to not fall from grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Help me stand tall amidst Armageddon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let me be forever held in your hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1509946907684836736?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1509946907684836736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1509946907684836736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1509946907684836736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1509946907684836736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/07/lord-my-prayer-to-you-is-to-make-me-new.html' title=''/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1593115824880229478</id><published>2008-04-08T05:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:04:29.041+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current Lifestyle + Taekwondo</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I am and have been doing something crazy (if it's not crazy for you, at least it's crazy for me). I'm definitely not consciously maintaining it but rather, it's like an auto-response thing that just happens for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching Japanese dramas &amp;amp; animes, listening French music, watching French movies, talking to my mum on the phone in Chinese and communicating with the rest and blogging in English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also made new 'tomodachi(s)', friends, this new semester and most of them are from the UC TKDSoc Committee. I'm part of the Committee but it was purely accidental. I was just helping the Founder with formulating the numbers to make up the starting committee and then listing their main priorities as well as ensuring how an Annual General Meeting is supposed to be held. All in all, Mervyn, the President of the club, asked me to attend their meeting to help make sure that it'll go smoothly as he had never done this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I attend the meeting, before I knew it, I was elected for Secretary of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this grinding Taekwondo sessions, I've learnt many things, it is a big difference from the rest of the "hardcore" sports that I was used to. It's muh vigorous than Cross-country and Marathon or even Basketball and Cheerleading and Gymnastic and Wakeboarding. I felt that my limits have been put to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally enjoyed myself in the 5 trainings I've had and I look forward to being a capable fighter. Not meant for fighting but it's all about keeping me fit and healthy in the crazy routines and tackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we're holding our first event. I'm looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1593115824880229478?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1593115824880229478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1593115824880229478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1593115824880229478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1593115824880229478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-current-lifestyle-taekwondo.html' title='My Current Lifestyle + Taekwondo'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3368872950614479397</id><published>2008-02-29T00:48:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:49:04.743+13:00</updated><title type='text'>To my new mentees 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mb_1"&gt;I've got new international mentees... this is what I emailed them... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Angie and Akram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's UC so far? To your liking? Yes, there are irritating bits like orientation stuffs that has to be done before you can complete your enrollment and Enrollment is also another major boo-boo before Uni could start full on for you guys. Have you been through Clubs' Day and the Orientation events? I had been totally crazy over what clubs I want to join and now, at the end of the 1st week of varsity, I've got a handful! Maybe too much now. But ti's still lots of fun, even without being a member, I wanna let you guys in on this sweet thing, you can still go for your choice events and such, just that the deals might not be as good as being a member of the particular club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I realized that I have yet to introduce myself. I'm Deborah from Singapore. I am currently on my final year of my BSc (Microbiology). I love Lifescience, Biomedical, and anything to do with Medicine. I am an outdoors' freak and a sports' maniac. Yes, I love to live life to the fullest, my motto in life is to work smart and play hard! Sounds dumb or immature but... that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just did the Bungy, for $15 bucks, it's an awesome deal which you'll never ever find in New Zealand. Everything here is expensive. I will be frank with you (even taking a crap, look at how much toilet rolls cost)! So yeah, I have a neutral view of this country, I don't really like their English and some of their culture, but I love the land and my University (minus some hateful money-suckers like Roy Sharp). I love where I live, close to UC of course. I love participating in the UCSA events as well as club events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope you guys were present at the Ultimate Club Competition held in the early evening of Thursday. I had a blast there and I helped to stay later to clean up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would really like to hear from you guys, help you tackle Uni-life and the lifestyle here. I am available on my mobile 0210507654. I have to put a disclaimer... No prank calls or messages, guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you apply for Supa-prepay on Vodafone and choose Txt2000 as your plan, your life in Uni will be easier. you'll be surprised at how much you might be sms-ing, even if you probably think you have no one to txt to. Please rememeber it's only free if you're texting to other Vodafone users but not applicable for overseas sms or Telecom 027 numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blast and Rock Hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;Deborah Marcella LIM&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/28572532-3368872950614479397?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3368872950614479397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3368872950614479397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3368872950614479397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3368872950614479397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-my-new-mentees-2008.html' title='To my new mentees 2008'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1696946024220981411</id><published>2008-01-26T06:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T07:03:49.992+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Grief and Heartache</title><content type='html'>My beloved,&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for the things that I have done, I know that the word sorry can never replace the anger, hurt or hatred that had already cultivated in your heart. I wish for the past, where everything was sweet and innocent. All the worries and cares in the world have only brought me burden that chained so tightly onto me that sometimes I feel constricted and I can't hardly breathe. Why is it that when I try to change things and apologise for the mistakes which I've made and sins I've committed, it only make it seem like I'm being superficial and I just say it and it ends there and can be "happy" and continue life? It doesn't work like that, not for me at least. That I know!&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that I'm so sorry, once again? Will you accept my humble apology? I really want to start everything a new. Let's be on good terms again, just like waht we were before but make it better with hope.&lt;br /&gt;Regret and Remorse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1696946024220981411?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1696946024220981411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1696946024220981411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1696946024220981411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1696946024220981411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled-grief-and-heartache.html' title='Untitled Grief and Heartache'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1153850787934971138</id><published>2008-01-25T07:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:03:08.875+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Music 4 You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You descended from heaven above, to give Your life for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes had been opened to see the long and narrow path ahead of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahead of me, You're with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I lift this life to You and I sing this song to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much more that I should do but sing a song to worship You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music for You that is what You desire us to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tempestuous trial You took, the journey of a hardcore driven road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes had been fixed on the redemption of men from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet You still gave Your life for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the world began, Omnipotent being, You knew the plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A chain of series had to flow, to conquer death and resurrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ Jesus, Son of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sacrificial lamb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I lift this life to You and I sing this song to You&lt;br /&gt;How much more that I should do but sing a song to worship You&lt;br /&gt;Music for You that is what You desire us to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1153850787934971138?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1153850787934971138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1153850787934971138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1153850787934971138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1153850787934971138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-4-you.html' title='Music 4 You'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6947135863571981828</id><published>2008-01-25T07:12:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:40:38.589+13:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash: My life as a Martell Promoter at DFS</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I know it's been a long time since I've updated... So now, I'm telling you the life of a Martell Promoter at DFS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tough, you have to complete a set number of courses, get the right stuffs (a pen, calculator, 1.5 inch black covered heels with no wooden prints or anything fancy...red lips and crazy make up, red finger nails...) ande get your uniform tailored and fitted. The uniform was a horrible blue that will electrify you in an instant. With touches of shiny beige material to give the illusion of exposed sheer skin. *Erm~* And you have to wear black stockings but not opaque ones. You have to promote, make sales and reach a target amount for general sales. Oh yes! All of this that I'm telling you are classified information.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz....! I sense a few of you switching of your mind and starring blankly into the screen... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it has its ups and downs, meeting people from all over the world. The stench of Indians and Blangadashis and Sri Lankan and their constant drumming-into-your-ear phrase of...&lt;br /&gt;1. Any Scheme? Any Scheme? (Meaning any promotion on the items that they are interested..)&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me free gifts. I buy many so give me free gifts! (I'll give you my job, how about that?!?)&lt;br /&gt;3. No! I need big bag to store many things. See, many things. (Sir/Madam, you only buy a carton of cigarettes and you demand and you demand extra plastic bags and such? Sorry, no can do! CHEAPOS! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not the only ones... But there are people who are nice and treat us the respect we deserve. Most of them were in the sales line before so they had been-there-and-received the same kind of treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some nice Swiss guy, Singaporeans, Belgians, Aussies, Kiwis, Emirate Aircrews and some other aircrews although most are rather snobbish... Especially some SIA ones. What good facade! I had genuinely believed that they are sincere when they smile and meant well, yeah~! Erm~! Some had thought that they were socialites for earning lots and spending them on luxury items and high-class functions. okay, enough of bad-mouthing. I thoroughly enjoyed my work, because I see their true colours and it brought me back to the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing about working in Departure terminals is having to say hi and goodbye to your close friends when they are about to board their flights. Ie. Amanda Ferrall... =) *Beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sucky part is having to rush and catch the last train to get home or risk taking a long busride home or even a disasterous cab. Yeah, Did I mention that I have a tendency to be sick during car rides, the same goes for buses too! =&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home tonight, I had met Joakim Gomez, my dear bro anf best friend. Yeah, he become well-known but that didn't change him or made him put on airs. He had actually stopped me, took of his glasses and spoke to me first. *** I was not wearing my contacts lenses, anticipating lasik surgery, thats why. So I couldn't see no one unless they are near or familiar, but I still manage sales well =) *** yeah, we acutally walked home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have met him, it was so cool to be able to see your old pal again. I hope that we'll be able to catch up soon. YeaH! My dearest buddy. We had actually been mentioned to look alike, many a times when we were in Chong Boon Secondary School that we sort of became close as siblings do and from then on, rather inseparable.. But of course I won't go into details of our friendship..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;God bless and yeah, God bless lots! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6947135863571981828?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6947135863571981828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6947135863571981828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6947135863571981828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6947135863571981828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2008/01/news-flash-my-life-as-martell-promoter.html' title='News Flash: My life as a Martell Promoter at DFS'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6340774186664333470</id><published>2007-11-04T17:03:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:04:41.838+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Music Playlist for Mugging for Final Exams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins: Bullets With Butterfly Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Imbruglia: White Lilies Island, Left in the Middle, Counting Down the Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garbage: Beautiful Garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era: Ameno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna: Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nightwish: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixpence None the Richer: Kiss Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nelly Furtado: Loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrud Gilberto: Getz/Gilberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladytron: Witching Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorillaz: Feel Good Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jem: It All Starts Here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silvershair: Straight Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz: You and I, The Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 Cent: Get Rich or Die Tryin', The Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Hot Chilli Peppers: Stadium Arcadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maroon 5: It Won't Be Soon Before Long, Songs about Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Stefani: Sweet Escape, Hollaback Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerosmith: Jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinead O' Connor: Nothing Compares to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weezers: Island in the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa Etheridge: Come to My Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas: Careful What You Wish For,  Red Book&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/28572532-6340774186664333470?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6340774186664333470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6340774186664333470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6340774186664333470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6340774186664333470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-music-playlist-for-mugging-for.html' title='Current Music Playlist for Mugging for Final Exams...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2149577970403284523</id><published>2007-11-04T00:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:37:01.923+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyvore Addiction</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been editing stuffs at Polyvore, a sub-fun-thing from Facebook.  I think I'm really addicted and I don't think it's funny... Yeah, so just now, before I blogged, I saw a set belonging to Jelena25.  She had a quote by Horace Greeleya in her set.  I had replied in her comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that endures is Heart. A burden for things you cherish, love and strive for; HEART.&lt;br /&gt;I love strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=271971"&gt;&lt;img width="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFldQMlVhalZfM0JHcTl2QzhqYkJkSEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="black strawberry" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2149577970403284523?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2149577970403284523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2149577970403284523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2149577970403284523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2149577970403284523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/11/polyvore-addiction.html' title='Polyvore Addiction'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7855606029833686624</id><published>2007-10-11T20:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:00:54.126+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>As I walked home from University, in the rainy afternoon, my eyes started directing my attention to the ground I was walking upon... Yes, earthworms! Lots of them, lots of them dead...crushed under bike tracks, squashed under the shoes of John Doe and lots of others severed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to count the ones that I chance upon along the way I usually walk home andI found several survivers. I decided to save them and picked up a total of 5 slimy earthworms. I grew attached to them as they remind me of Fastmo, my lab earthworm whose current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I found/ spotted 129 of them. Yeah, I didn't take any pictures to show you as I don't wanna risk people thinking I'm crazy. So yeah, while walking home on a rainy day, do check what you're stepping on... who knows, a dead earthworm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7855606029833686624?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7855606029833686624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7855606029833686624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7855606029833686624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7855606029833686624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5284447220038599226</id><published>2007-10-03T12:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:09:08.196+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Degenerate states</title><content type='html'>Need help in your exams??? I do, so I decided to be NICE and share some answers with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exam Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Name the four seasons.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Explain a process by which water can be made safe to drink.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Flirtation makes water safe to drink by removing large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How is dew formed?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; The sun shines on the leaves and makes them perspire.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How can you delay milk turning sour?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep it in the cow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What are steroids?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What happens to your body as you age?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Premature death.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How are the main parts of the body categorized? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; The body is consisted into three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels, A, E, I, O and U.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What is the fibula?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; A small lie.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What does "varicose" mean?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;  Nearby.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; A district in Rome.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What does the word "benign" mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Benign is what you will be after you be eight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5284447220038599226?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5284447220038599226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5284447220038599226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5284447220038599226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5284447220038599226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/10/degenerate-states.html' title='Degenerate states'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1807727992960020404</id><published>2007-09-20T15:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:24:11.615+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's reflection.</title><content type='html'>Countless of time, how I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Times that I've fallen short of the Glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve Your grace...&lt;br /&gt;Your grace... It keeps me embraced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless of time, how I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Times that I've fallen short of the Glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve Your love...&lt;br /&gt;Your love... It overwhelms me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come before You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And bow before You, God&lt;br /&gt;I worship at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;Humbly, I ask, take me in...&lt;br /&gt;Into Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a place in Your sancturary&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with You&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, I am shamed, I am restless&lt;br /&gt;I have an undeserving blackened heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit cleanse me from deep within&lt;br /&gt;So I can be with You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;In your embrace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1807727992960020404?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1807727992960020404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1807727992960020404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1807727992960020404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1807727992960020404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-reflection.html' title='Today&apos;s reflection.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2224445285809550273</id><published>2007-09-14T13:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:46:43.422+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Degenerate State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you get into heaven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Sunday school teacher was testing the children to see if theyunderstood the concept of getting to Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She asked, "If I sold myhouse and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"NO!" the children answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"NO!" the children answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The teacher was starting to smile. Hey, this was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all thechildren, and loved my husband, would that get me into Heaven?" she asked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"NO!" the children answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I continued, "then how can I get into Heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A six-year-old boy shouted out, "YOU GOTTA BE DEAD!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2224445285809550273?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2224445285809550273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2224445285809550273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2224445285809550273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2224445285809550273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/09/degenerate-state.html' title='Degenerate State'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5286500609619240981</id><published>2007-09-11T15:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:08:02.576+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Degenerate States</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;; color: white; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Degenerate states                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;…………………………………....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New HR Rules&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;We no longer accept a doctor’s statement as proof of sickness. If you can get to the doctor, you can come to work.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Surgery: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Operations are banned. As an employee here, you need all your organs. We hired you intact. To have something removed constitutes a breach of contract.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Each employee receives 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vacation days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;All employees will take their vacation at the same time every year. The vacation days are as follows: January 1 &amp; December 25&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bereavement leave: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or coworkers. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will allow you to work through lunch and subsequently leave one hour early, provided your work is done.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Out from own death: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;This will be accepted as an excuse but will require at least two weeks notice.  It is your duty to train your replacement.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Toilet use: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Too much time is being spent in the toilets. In the future, we will follow the practice of going in alphabetical order. Employees whose names begin with 'A' may go between 8:00 and 8:20, those whose names begin with 'B' from 8:20 to 8:40 and so on. If you're unable to go at your allotted time, you must wait until the next day. In extreme emergencies employees may swap times with their supervisors’ written permission. There will be a strict three-minute limit after which an alarm will sound and the stall doors will open.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dress code: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You should come to work dressed accordingly.  If you wear $350 Prada sneakers and carry a $600 Gucci bag we will assume you do not need a raise.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thank you for your loyalty. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Questions comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternations or input should be directed elsewhere.  Have a nice week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5286500609619240981?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5286500609619240981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5286500609619240981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5286500609619240981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5286500609619240981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/09/degenerate-states.html' title='Degenerate States'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6462839406206581432</id><published>2007-09-10T15:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:32:39.353+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update!</title><content type='html'>Firstly,...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Nancy and I are still waiting for the results of the appeal of our Student Executive 2008 elections...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Bundy,President of UCSA, if only this is USA, we as consumers will sue her ARSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we had encountered a burglary that occurred in our flat.  Our laptops and cash and jeweleries are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Our flatmates' door were rammed open and there was a big crack on our front door.  Our rooms are a mess...&lt;br /&gt;We've contacted the police but nothing positive was done.  It's so scary to know that the perpetrators had a knife, Nancy's stuff was slashed open!&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to think about it as I was the last person to leave the flat and Nancy was the first to arrive to the tornado or cyclone rampaged scene of crime.  One of us would be hurt if we had been there any longer.&lt;br /&gt;We are all staying with Nicholas, who is our neighbour and we stay at his home at night and only come out in the day.&lt;br /&gt;We have lodged a claim with our University's Insurance Co. but we're worried that they might not be covered.  We have to go through the trouble of ringing our parents for serial no.s of our lost properties and such.  Trouble of being International students.&lt;br /&gt;We are shakened but are fine, we're told by our landlady that it could have been a revenge as not much was actually stolen.  The only person we thought to have offended or have a feud with, recently, is Ben Spittler, the Returning Officer in-charge of the whole Election event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,...&lt;br /&gt;During lunchtime today, Nancy and I bought our food from Brasilia of the UCSA.  The sales person who serviced us was rather redundant. She had been pretty ditsy and she had not note down our orders properly.  I had waited more than 15 mins for my food till the Barista had noted that my order was missed and made me a free cup of Flat White as an apology.  So yeah, I got a free cuppa... Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the update.&lt;br /&gt;University is much more of a rush than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&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/28572532-6462839406206581432?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6462839406206581432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6462839406206581432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6462839406206581432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6462839406206581432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-update.html' title='Another Update!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1848748056402766576</id><published>2007-09-08T02:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T03:00:04.731+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FucK!&lt;br /&gt;Just the latest update.  My flat had been burgled again, this time, some pair of fuckers came in through the back door, broke open all 4 rooms and mess the rooms like shit. Our stuffs are just lying everywhere. Tried calling the property managers but they did not pick up their phone and called the police but they said that they will only send someone over the next day! Fuck! I particularly feel violated, my undies are just lying everywhere, they touched it, so Gross. I don't know how I can live in my flat anymore. It's just so shitty. Now, Nancy and Ariff are staying over with me and Nick but we do not know where the other flatemate went. She was not to be found or heard and none of us have her contact. We fear that she might have ran into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;The doors were really ripped apart pretty bad. We're just scared sick and shitless now...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1848748056402766576?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1848748056402766576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1848748056402766576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1848748056402766576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1848748056402766576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/09/fucked.html' title='Fucked'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5355456285383232705</id><published>2007-08-14T21:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:33:11.660+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl with no Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RsF2ITCD7hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qouBU_yNtTc/s1600-h/nikki1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098486138080062994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RsF2ITCD7hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qouBU_yNtTc/s400/nikki1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nikki Trease's glowing skull - illuminated by a spotlight with her mom's help - shows the reason: She has no brain tissue above the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet Nikki lives. And those who know her well say what's lacking is only one measure of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a window into a life unfathomable to most - a life without a brain - and the depths of a mother's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;Hydranencephaly&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ydranencephaly is a rare condition in which the brain's cerebral hemispheres are absent and replaced by sacs filled with cerebrospinal fluid. An infant with hydranencephaly may appear normal at birth. The infant's head size and spontaneous reflexes such as sucking, swallowing, crying, and moving the arms and legs may all seem normal. However, after a few weeks the infant usually becomes irritable and has increased muscle tone. After a few months of life, seizures and hydrocephalus (excessive accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid in the brain) may develop. Other symptoms may include visual impairment, lack of growth, deafness, blindness, spastic quadriparesis (paralysis), and intellectual deficits. Hydranencephaly is considered to be an extreme form of porencephaly (a rare disorder characterized by a cyst or cavity in the cerebral hemispheres) and may be caused by vascular infections or traumatic disorders after the 12th week of pregnancy. Diagnosis may be delayed for several months because early behavior appears to be relatively normal. Some infants may have additional abnormalities at birth including seizures, myoclonus (spasm or twitching of a muscle or group of muscles), and respiratory problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5355456285383232705?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5355456285383232705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5355456285383232705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5355456285383232705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5355456285383232705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-with-no-brains.html' title='A Girl with no Brains'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RsF2ITCD7hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qouBU_yNtTc/s72-c/nikki1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-401331832752105455</id><published>2007-08-03T17:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:39:39.913+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas' Winning Campaign Photos for Student Executive 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey all, yeah, Nicholas won the elction out of Nancy, him and I.  Here is the winning photo that is on his posters, candidate blurb and on the University magazine, CANTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, I tried to put up the photos, but it took quite a while and sort of hanged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am sorry, no photos for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-401331832752105455?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/401331832752105455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=401331832752105455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/401331832752105455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/401331832752105455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/08/nicholas-winning-campaign-photos-for.html' title='Nicholas&apos; Winning Campaign Photos for Student Executive 2008'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4354763226389130234</id><published>2007-07-17T20:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:57:50.350+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month of June was horrid, had 4 exams and tonight, I just found out that I failed one.  It's not as important, but that means that I wasted 2k of my parents' money. I have been working part-time as a nursing assistant in an elderly home and tutoring. But then again, I was told yesterday that the kids whom I was tutoring can no longer cope with all the work and I was told not to teach. Yeah, life's a bitch and I have to carry on life but with a smile on my face. I've turned 20! It's still very much unbelievable and I still wake up at times, thinking that I am 19., thinking that I could get away with silly stuffs, wise-cracks and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For those who don't know, I am flatting and Nicholas is my neighbour, his family went back to Singapore as his sister is studying in Raffles' Girls' School. Long story. And to cut short, She did the entrance exam and got in over the 2006/2007 holidays. He is learning new things, listening to new music (but sticking to Weird Al, I hate him personally.), living on his own and being independent. He will be graduating by the end of this year. And He will go back to Singapore for Army. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="e" id="q_113d362e0628914a_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just realised that I am in my sophomore year and I am no longer a noob, I can own other kids!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I had just received my certificate for being the class representative for my Genetics class and got Nicholas to laminate it for me asap.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going back to lectures and doing experiments, hopefully, I won't burn my hair, spill chemicals on my clothes, walk in with my slippers, wet myself all over with tap water or break a nail again...&lt;br /&gt;Christchurch is still experiencing awful weather, but the sun does shine once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months now, I've been keeping up with my walk with God, I do my QT daily and recently, I'm back in church, the irony is that it's the church of the same name and venue that my parents go to. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, I was up at Hamner Spring and I saw many things and experienced them first-hand. I saw stars that fill-up the sky and the milkyway without binoculars, I played with snow that's inches thick! I helped to build a mount on the mountain road to annoy other drivers, I swam in the hot spring (the sulfuric smell was not pleasant!) and I had never felt that cold in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see everyone when I go back, in November, and hangout like we use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses to all of you, Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Marcella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="e" id="q_113d362e0628914a_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Greatly Blessed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Highly Favoured&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Deeply Loved&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/28572532-4354763226389130234?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4354763226389130234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4354763226389130234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4354763226389130234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4354763226389130234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-985729711736038021</id><published>2007-06-27T20:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:30:04.902+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Waikanae's 14m Tentacle-covered Mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RoIeC99kdSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wmdCH0344AI/s1600-h/Waikanae%27s+14m+tentacle-covered+mass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080656365968717090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RoIeC99kdSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wmdCH0344AI/s400/Waikanae%27s+14m+tentacle-covered+mass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 14-metre, tentacle-covered mass has horrified and fascinated Waikanae beachgoers on the 6th of June 2007.   However, Conservation Department community relations programme manager Stacy Moore said it was actually a lot of goose barnacles (Lepas anatifera), each about 30 centimetres long with a shell attached to each long pinkish tube.  They were stuck to a piece of wood or rope.  Goose barnacles were carried on driftwood, rope or the bottom of ships.  Timber cast ashore was often completely covered with the barnacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to believe that there's a piece of wood under this mass of goose banacles, the 14m mass is curvy-laid on the shore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-985729711736038021?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/985729711736038021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=985729711736038021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/985729711736038021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/985729711736038021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/06/waikanaes-14m-tentacle-covered-mass.html' title='Waikanae&apos;s 14m Tentacle-covered Mass'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RoIeC99kdSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wmdCH0344AI/s72-c/Waikanae%27s+14m+tentacle-covered+mass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7170043921617727708</id><published>2007-06-22T22:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:34:24.974+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Chemistry Quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I have attempted to give you a glimpse...of what there may be of&lt;br /&gt;soul in chemistry. But it may have been in vain. Perchance the&lt;br /&gt;chemist is already damned and the guardian the blackest. But if the&lt;br /&gt;chemist has lost his soul, he will not have lost his courage and as&lt;br /&gt;he descends into the inferno, sees the rows of glowing furnaces and&lt;br /&gt;sniffs the homey fumes of brimstone, he will call out-: 'Asmodeus,&lt;br /&gt;hand me a test-tube.'"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              G. N. Lewis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7170043921617727708?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7170043921617727708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7170043921617727708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7170043921617727708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7170043921617727708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-chemistry-quote.html' title='Random Chemistry Quote.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4515458503772894897</id><published>2007-06-15T14:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:44:00.326+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the inconvenience caused but please post this on Canta, thank you for everything!</title><content type='html'>I've posted this to Canta, my University's official magazine to diss this shitbrick.  It's really ridiculous.  Till now, I still feel grossed out by that person, must be from China or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Female who used the toilet at the basement level of  Math/Computer Science building before 1350 on 15/6/07,&lt;br /&gt;You are an abhorring human with the XX chromosome, who lives in an era  befitting of the late 19th century.  Finding shoe prints and piss  sprinkles on the toilet seat are really gross.  A toilet seat is not  meant for squatting on and if you prefer to piss like a boy, please use  the Gents.  Such behavior is so not befitting of a Varsity student,  learn your manners or go back where you came from, cause the washrooms  there suit you better.  You are really inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Wish the toilet boil will collapse underneath you and you getting  stucked in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4515458503772894897?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4515458503772894897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4515458503772894897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4515458503772894897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4515458503772894897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-for-inconvenience-caused-but.html' title='Sorry for the inconvenience caused but please post this on Canta, thank you for everything!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7960121544868304386</id><published>2007-06-12T23:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:44:43.935+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday wishlist.   =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G2YHDFHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K6gksHzXci4/s1600-h/Carlos%E2%84%A2+by+Carlos+Santana+Metallic+strappy+slide+sandal+(4-inch).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142098836198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G2YHDFHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K6gksHzXci4/s400/Carlos%E2%84%A2+by+Carlos+Santana+Metallic+strappy+slide+sandal+(4-inch).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G2oHDFII/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uvfq0C9fLnQ/s1600-h/GUESS+COLLECTION+Patent+wristlet+clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142103131165826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G2oHDFII/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uvfq0C9fLnQ/s400/GUESS+COLLECTION+Patent+wristlet+clutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G24HDFJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XnWTat4NVTg/s1600-h/GUESS+COLLECTION+Straw+Tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142107426133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G24HDFJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XnWTat4NVTg/s400/GUESS+COLLECTION+Straw+Tote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G24HDFKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gVO9nx1kX1E/s1600-h/Platform+pump+(4-inch).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142107426133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G24HDFKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gVO9nx1kX1E/s400/Platform+pump+(4-inch).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, June is when all my exams congregate round my birthday. I haven't done much window shopping for what I want to buy... But, it'd be great even if somebody prays for well-wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here are just somethings, I thought that they are cool, I saw in Victoria Secrets (the only place I window-shopped).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deborah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**25th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&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/28572532-7960121544868304386?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7960121544868304386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7960121544868304386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7960121544868304386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7960121544868304386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-wishlist-p.html' title='My birthday wishlist.   =P'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rm6G2YHDFHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K6gksHzXci4/s72-c/Carlos%E2%84%A2+by+Carlos+Santana+Metallic+strappy+slide+sandal+(4-inch).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2370006446345363348</id><published>2007-05-27T00:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:32:53.238+12:00</updated><title type='text'>If you wanna know why I'm not online....</title><content type='html'>Hey Girl/guy,&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy for me to be online... I've taken up another job as a tutor for a korean family. I teach on Mon 3-4pm, Tue &amp; Thurs 7-9pm. Apart from that, I have work, 12-8pm on Sat &amp;amp; Sun as a nurse.So my free times are studies, Ruth &amp;amp; Nicholas, netball and my besties.Send me emails, talk to me via emails. I'll try to reply when I'm free.Tell me your current situation and how you arrive to your present outcome and whatelse happened in your life.Ruth might come over here to study.I'm doing well, I'm tired and I just wish (dear me, dear God!) that my parents strike rich. Then I won't have to have such a life.Working is fun in a way but it's just shit tough too.I rally have to deal with shit literally and I'm sick of smelling like one too! So if someone up there could gimme a BREAK! I'll be over the moon and back, fully recharged to take on anything!If you understand my current standings...Also, we have a domestic cat that actually prowls the neighbourhood whose living (permanently, I think) in my place.Nicholas and all my friends feeds it.It sleeps with us and it's called Athena. Apparently, it's our random neighbour's cat.I feel bad for 'stealing' her cat.It's like we've adopted her...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots,Deb deb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2370006446345363348?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2370006446345363348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2370006446345363348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2370006446345363348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2370006446345363348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-wanna-know-why-im-not-online.html' title='If you wanna know why I&apos;m not online....'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2514286115937807221</id><published>2007-05-03T00:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:30:32.594+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like London is in New Zealand.</title><content type='html'>It has been raining the whole day, the sky have never been more grey and the fallen leaves have filled the grounds of Christchurch.  This is the nicest weather to sleep in and hibernate!  But surprisingly, I was jumpy and up and early for lectures, I was actually early for my first lecture till I forgotten where the venue is and was 5 mins late...&lt;br /&gt;I had never been more alert and studious in my tertiary life till today, amidst the lousiest weather available in Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;I was decked in semi-winter-warm clothings, looking slightly fashionable in purple and black with brown heeled-boots.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Somebody had a funny way of making a conversation by commenting how-much she love my shoes except that she can't wear heels, like lots of people I know who can't wear heels... I wasn't sure if it's her way of making friends.&lt;br /&gt;So it's 6pm!  I bought dinner and ate it in front of my laptop, watching Miami Vice in Nicholas's room.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 8.15pm, I had my first $7 social netball game at the Bishopdale YMCA with Nancy, Kelly and her crew.  Kelly had named our team, See Monkeys.  We were really like monkeys on the floor, I had played as WA and GD, totally new to me and I was just doing what I can.  I had GA initially but I hesitated about shooting and scoring.  Something about the Netball goalpost just make me lose my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Though the game ended by 8.45pm, it was a refreshing fun which released lots of adrenaline and seratonine...  I was sweaty and slightly aching, not from the sport strain/ stress but from all the laughing I did!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's mummy was such a comedian as she played GK and GD!  She was a total amatuer but she did her best.  She did lots of cheating moves and out-of-the-picture things too.  She talked and distracted the opponents too much and she even tickled the GA as he was about to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  It's a mixed team and boys were totally out-of-Netball perspective.  They were ally-hooping and doing all the street Basketball skills.  So it's really enjoyable overall.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we'll be able to hold something like this twice a week!!!  Great excercise and stress/ tension relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2514286115937807221?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2514286115937807221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2514286115937807221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2514286115937807221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2514286115937807221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/05/looks-like-london-is-in-new-zealand.html' title='Looks like London is in New Zealand.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1013551715413547849</id><published>2007-04-24T12:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:41:12.519+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woke up at half past 7 in the morning, Nicholas and I dragged our feet to ready ourselves as we were going to send his mum off at the airport. The farewell was fond and lots of photos were taken by Aunt Irene. Worst joke I heard was from her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is the difference between hormones and vitamins?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vitamins are silent!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've missed on the month of April,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My birth of my baby cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Funeral service performed for a distant relative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My Cousin/godbrother's wedding, which is last Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056926173471503970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Ri3Pj-Ek9mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m9leweekpzU/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Left to Right) Mum, Ruth, my godsis-in-law, kor kor Jeffrey, Joel, Jonathan, Dad and little Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas is my darling, he always makes my day(s) and he is so lovable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of Nicholas, Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm tall, fair and handsome. Hear me roar!... Meow~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I add that he makes the cat sound really sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1013551715413547849?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1013551715413547849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1013551715413547849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1013551715413547849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1013551715413547849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/Ri3Pj-Ek9mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m9leweekpzU/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6506685947651700306</id><published>2007-04-18T17:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:34:44.997+12:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Questions...</title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five.  Oh my!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you kiss the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;If it's to someone who adhere's to old English tradition.  Kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;170cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six week?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...  I'm just living life in a daze now.  I've got exams and I haven't even touch my textbooks...    =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;300!  Nancy and I went to watch it last Saturday at 1315, Northland Mall.  The son of King Leonidus's captain is so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Robin from Westpac Bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;From Chin Wee, asking me how I am...  Well, it was past 12am, how well could I be, just sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;br /&gt;Gwen, my temporary general manager of Ilam Lifecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;Call, texting can be really tedious especially when you have a very not user-friendly handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Deathnote which was in Japanese and the subtitle was in Chinese, I barely understood and soon, I was disinterested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Married.  Definitely and really in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;11th of January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Light Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow cashmere sweater, black Nike sports bra, black tights and black footless leggings.  Green slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Little Drummer Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Near nature, near the ocean or sea.  Likelihood, the beach (ie. Taylor's Mistake) and Venice, when I'm there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.  Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Graduated from Medical School, probably Duke Medical School, Singapore.  Then work in KK Hospital, TTS Hospital, NUS Hospital, Raffles Hospital or Gleneagles Hospital... *fingers crossed* John Hopkins Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you tan or burn?&lt;br /&gt;Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Vampires and Werewolfs in my nightmares, turning my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a special offer from Ezyvideos for being their top 100 game renters.  Nancy won't be studying during our holidays and Allan is psyched about playing those PS3 games.  Nicholas fearing that he won't be able to study and I ain't caring anything about studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;1 in the living room and 1 in Allan's room.  Come on, we use our laptops for most of the shows we watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;In the Kahu Lodge, it's a single.&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore when I'm back at home, it's a queen size bed which I share with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;I had a BenQ notebook, now I have a HP laptop.  2 desktop laptops and 1 desktop computer in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;. Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;. Just a big shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;. In my undies&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the season and weather and where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color are your sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Black and dark royal purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;I have 3.  1 for my head and the other 2 so that I won't touch the cold walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you like about fall?&lt;br /&gt;I love the shades of colours on the temperate/ deciduous trees. When they fall, it's the fun crispy sound I love whenever I step or jump on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you like about winter?&lt;br /&gt;. Starting fires and burning fire woods.&lt;br /&gt;. Seeing the snows and hails.&lt;br /&gt;. Seeing my breath in the cold chilling air.&lt;br /&gt;. Eating Spicy stuffs in the winter, makes you feeling hot in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you like about the summer?&lt;br /&gt;. Go to the Beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;. Go outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;. Go have fun in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;. Parties...&lt;br /&gt;. Rose Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;br /&gt;. Sakura Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;. Breezes&lt;br /&gt;. Life going in the Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;Only Regions, Auckland and Canterbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, Tampines and Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;In New Zealand, Northshore, Burnside and Riccarton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;Bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fried Spagettis with herbs, olive and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had much cuisine and haven't to too much of restaurants to determine which is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and Peppermint Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Chocolate slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;br /&gt;Stew meat and vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Berry Jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;br /&gt;5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Lemon and honey water or Cranberry juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What kind of tea do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Berry fruit tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;br /&gt;I do have an attractive personality...  And my laughing is contagious too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;br /&gt;I eat at home more often than I eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you like your birth date?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!  It's always at the end of holidays, in the middle of exams, during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  That's pretty sad!  But I do know someone who's birthday is 1 day before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh!  I want 4!  Hopefully, to reduce labour pain, make them quadraplets.  In 5-7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and it's dialect, Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;I know alittle of Japanese and French.&lt;br /&gt;I was under the influence of both Nancy and Nicholas in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had the left knee ACL reconstruction surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  When I was in a car accident at the age of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;br /&gt;Window seat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;br /&gt;Stick???  Huh?!?  I drive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;My loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Show: Marvel Heroes Cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;Comedy Show: Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;Drama Show: House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;Korean Drama Show: All About Eve&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese Drama Show: Devil Beside You&lt;br /&gt;Reality Show: Girls at the Playboy Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Ko, my darling lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The bear cushion given to me by Romona, the stuffed puppy given by Fernie and the stuffed polar bear from my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. What is the main ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Conventional Motorola ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;No way.  But I know that my boyfriend does!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What red object is closest to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of health supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed unless I can't be bothered to close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of bees, at least I know how and what to do to deal but not with a big bear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you flirt a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I'm flirting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;Curry or barbeque sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yum noodle soup and Spicy Curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Have you ever run out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your usual bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;It varies from 11 till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;About old egyptian empire and the royal family's incestry and stuffs...  Can't remember the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you read the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you watch soap operas?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What radio station did you last listen to?&lt;br /&gt;ZM radio channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Who is in the picture frame closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one but I just took a picture of a white-footed kitty with Nicholas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper?&lt;br /&gt;2 notes for Nancy and Ariff about my Ezyvideo special and about the Asian sauces in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What is your favorite candle scent?&lt;br /&gt;Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What is your favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;Scrabbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. When was the last time you attended church?&lt;br /&gt;In February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Who was your favorite teacher in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nair, my PE teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...  4 days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Who was the last person to do something extra special for you?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can recall...  Huh?  What???&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe Gwen, for getting my job back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6506685947651700306?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6506685947651700306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6506685947651700306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6506685947651700306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6506685947651700306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/100-questions.html' title='100 Questions...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6518142063839557048</id><published>2007-04-14T16:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:56:20.970+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Unigames Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RiBo1BzDZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F3rf4gcoXdY/s1600-h/header-unigames_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053154042134619522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RiBo1BzDZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F3rf4gcoXdY/s400/header-unigames_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall Shield:&lt;br /&gt;1st - Canterbury - 285&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd - Otago - 211&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd - Victoria - 209&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th - Auckland - 142&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th - AUT - 130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th - Lincoln - 88&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th - Massey - PN - 51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th - Waikato - 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th - Massey - WL - 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th - Massey - AL - 16&lt;br /&gt;Small Campus - Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Team Spirit - Massey - WL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fencing Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="RANGE!A9:D69"&gt;Individual - Foil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking 20/24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name Nicholas Ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;University Canterbury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Individual - Epee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranking 28/30&lt;br /&gt;Name Nicholas Ko&lt;br /&gt;University Canterbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball Results:&lt;br /&gt;Ranking 9th Canterbury 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6518142063839557048?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6518142063839557048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6518142063839557048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6518142063839557048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6518142063839557048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/unigames-results.html' title='Unigames Results!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RiBo1BzDZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F3rf4gcoXdY/s72-c/header-unigames_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8442042261570324699</id><published>2007-04-12T23:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:25:13.458+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of Unigames</title><content type='html'>Today, I played against Massey (Palmeston North 1) and we lost to them 67 to 28. When we played against Canterbury #2, we lost to them 87 to 31.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing as WD. So my training as GS/ GA was sort of in vain. I wasn't very happy and I felt miserable...&lt;br /&gt;And I did ask the captain if I could play GS even when we're losing, but she said that she would like to keep the current GS for the last quarter...&lt;br /&gt;But I did good, I just gave it my all...&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather pooped but not as much as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I slepted straight-off after yesterday's blog entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8442042261570324699?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8442042261570324699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8442042261570324699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8442042261570324699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8442042261570324699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-2-of-unigames.html' title='Day 2 of Unigames'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7677408604654189678</id><published>2007-04-11T20:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:10:27.765+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of Unigames</title><content type='html'>I am so pooped as I type this blog entry! Gotta say, today's weather was fine in the day but it was crappy at night, hail and rain, adding to my misery...&lt;br /&gt;So first game I had was with Lincoln 1. Lincoln University is also on the Canterbury plains but they are at the heart of it. Most of their Netball players are super good because they're of Commonwealth and International levels. So my team played with the best, I was no longer playing GA or GS or C but WD! Tough luck! Tough game! Tough fight! We lost at a whooping 101 to 8. Crap right?&lt;br /&gt;Then at half past 1 in the afternoon, we had a face off with Victoria University, situated at Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;We were not slaughtered badly, we lost to them too at 58 to 20. We managed to keep them from reaching 60 and we manged to hit our target score. So the afternoon was hard but not at hardcore as in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;If I were the person who scheduled us, I won't place Canterbury #3 against Lincoln 1, Massey PN#1 and I would schedule Canterbury #3 against Victoria in the morning and against Lincoln #2 instead.&lt;br /&gt;We had no hope and it wasn't fair to pit us with the strongest team of the other Universities.&lt;br /&gt;What load of crap!&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll be getting #9th place pverall. it sucks terribly because I;m not born a loser or born to lose! I had never lost that badly in any competition in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so gutted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pooped!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day of competition. So we'll just have to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined not to lose to Canterbury #2.&lt;br /&gt;I won't settle for last place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7677408604654189678?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7677408604654189678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7677408604654189678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7677408604654189678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7677408604654189678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-1-of-unigames.html' title='Day 1 of Unigames'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2526197879318270322</id><published>2007-04-11T00:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:21:58.097+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby Match, Crusaders vs Storm (Jade Stadium)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_OhzDZVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c05nn3E17po/s1600-h/Crusaders+against+South+Africa+team.+Knight..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051771294593541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_OhzDZVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c05nn3E17po/s400/Crusaders+against+South+Africa+team.+Knight..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is one of Crusader's mascots. I just thought that I should have a picture taken with one of the knights... Too bad, my baby darling wasn't around to take the shot with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_OxzDZWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q8sJrW9c7-o/s1600-h/Scrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051771298888508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_OxzDZWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q8sJrW9c7-o/s400/Scrum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the boys scrum! Spot Richie Macaw and Daniel Carter in the scrum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_PBzDZXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2HlA4fjqe4M/s1600-h/Crusaders+against+South+Africa+team.+Helen,+Nancy+%26+Aunt+Barbara(Nan%27s+mum).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051771303183476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_PBzDZXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2HlA4fjqe4M/s400/Crusaders+against+South+Africa+team.+Helen,+Nancy+%26+Aunt+Barbara(Nan%27s+mum).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unforgettable... My first match game with Helen, Nancy and Aunt Barbara (Nancy's mum who came over for 2 weeks visit)! Love you guys always... xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this took place a while ago but my friend was late in posting up the photos, so I blame her for the delay... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This match was before Crusaders vs Western Force! That's gotta be taken down into HISTORY! Crusaders had never beaten Western Force till last week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2526197879318270322?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2526197879318270322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2526197879318270322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2526197879318270322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2526197879318270322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/rugby-match-crusaders-vs-storm-jade.html' title='Rugby Match, Crusaders vs Storm (Jade Stadium)'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rht_OhzDZVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c05nn3E17po/s72-c/Crusaders+against+South+Africa+team.+Knight..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4952577087576473393</id><published>2007-04-09T04:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:55:27.743+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkeNV9MfGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1c57f6oyc3U/s1600-h/Untitled-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051101671653669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkeNV9MfGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1c57f6oyc3U/s400/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given by Aunt Barbara, Nancy's mum during her stay in Christchurch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already gobbled mine up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4952577087576473393?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4952577087576473393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4952577087576473393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4952577087576473393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4952577087576473393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/blessed-easter.html' title='Blessed Easter!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkeNV9MfGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1c57f6oyc3U/s72-c/Untitled-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6243318198183444336</id><published>2007-04-09T02:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:10:46.617+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangster/ Gangsta Party @ Helen's Place, 2nd 21st Birthday Celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9XcPdJ_Rkkg/s1600-h/Me+behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070593270316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9XcPdJ_Rkkg/s400/Me+behind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helen's psyched about her 21st Celebration. I was her photographer till Daniel came with his full-on digital camera gadget set...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost my role... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SuDnAB9_4vg/s1600-h/Nancy+shot+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070593270316050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SuDnAB9_4vg/s400/Nancy+shot+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nancy shot me, matrix style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tm2voehl5OA/s1600-h/Nancy,+Emma,+Helen+%40+Gangsta+Party+on+Sat+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070593270316066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tm2voehl5OA/s400/Nancy,+Emma,+Helen+%40+Gangsta+Party+on+Sat+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma was a Pimp, Nancy was a gold digger, I was an assassin (ie. Electra but Asian version...), Helen was mafia sort of gangster... I didn't know that I was so bad-ass looking. FIERCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HjB4XkkCJqI/s1600-h/Bad-assed+look..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070271147768754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HjB4XkkCJqI/s400/Bad-assed+look..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another bad-ass shot taken by Daniel. (L-&gt;R) Simon, Helen, Nancy, Emma, Me and Alistair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xxezSYBlHnA/s1600-h/Climbing+the+railings..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070271147768770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xxezSYBlHnA/s400/Climbing+the+railings..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was climbing the railing... Ruth, I'm wearing the red belt you've given me. Nancy was distracted from her shoot out with her laser gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mrrLp0vOFnw/s1600-h/Drinking+game....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070271147768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBpl9Me9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mrrLp0vOFnw/s400/Drinking+game....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pick a card and losers drink! I'm bugging Nancy... Irritating her is what I do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBp19Me-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eLlLqBE0svg/s1600-h/Helen+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070275442736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBp19Me-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eLlLqBE0svg/s400/Helen+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hyakkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBp19Me_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CqlhbPXfmB0/s1600-h/Hyakkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070275442736114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkBp19Me_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CqlhbPXfmB0/s400/Hyakkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a kick that looks like a fall... Ahram is getting it in his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051073788725984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkE2V9MfDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OpWimuzlWAY/s400/a+role+of+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I should be holding my daggers to stab Alistair!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051074810928200786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkFx19MfFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nXF6_ZbRE7Y/s400/Ruth+did+my+hair..jpg" border="0" /&gt; My Ruth-snacthed-bits-of-my-hair-&amp;-dyed-it-ah-lian-colour Hair, Nancy's Hair and Helen's Strombull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6243318198183444336?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6243318198183444336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6243318198183444336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6243318198183444336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6243318198183444336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/gangster-gangsta-party-helens-place-2nd.html' title='Gangster/ Gangsta Party @ Helen&apos;s Place, 2nd 21st Birthday Celebration.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RhkB8V9MfAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9XcPdJ_Rkkg/s72-c/Me+behind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2505075642598311289</id><published>2007-04-09T02:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:27:37.148+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future 21st Birthday Party...</title><content type='html'>I just think that it's never too early to plan for such an occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Book Raffles Hotel, Singapore, a big suite or 2 so that my friends from overseas can stay there and it'd be the party place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Extend my invitation to...&lt;br /&gt; +Helen, get her to fly from Wales, a must.&lt;br /&gt; +Nancy, she'll be flying from Christchurch, a neccessary vip for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt; +Nicholas, he'll have to take a leave of absence from National Service just to spend the day with me.&lt;br /&gt; +Gurnit will be flying from Auckland.&lt;br /&gt; +Natalie will fly from Melborne and bunk with Gurnit.&lt;br /&gt; +Elle will have to fly from Auckland too, and she can bunk with Gurnit and Natalie.&lt;br /&gt; +Elena Miranova from Auckland! She can live with Gurnit, Elle and Natalie.&lt;br /&gt; +Brenda will fly from Perth and bunk with Faith and Ashley.&lt;br /&gt; +Celestine will fly from Adelaide and bunk with Ruey Jen.&lt;br /&gt; +Vivienne will be in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt; +Ruth and ELeanor will have to come and have a blast.&lt;br /&gt; +Yew Chong, my bro-dude, he must be there.&lt;br /&gt; +Tedric, John Khoo, Nelson and maybe Paul Liew... My childhood feetwashers in Sunday school.&lt;br /&gt; +Louisa, maybe Jeanette from Shanghai and Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be a spontaneous decision, have to be one of my close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The day will be spent at the beach in Sentosa and then we can have picnic lunch and play some volleyball and swimming freely in the waters.&lt;br /&gt;Stroll through the island and head back to the main island for dinner at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Retire to the hotel and party all night long.&lt;br /&gt; Sleepover = slumber party time.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a good movie or make a movie marathon. Play Pictionary and have a go at charades.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, pop champagne for a Champagne Breakfast, waffles, berries and ice cream with chocolate syrup...&lt;br /&gt;Then break camp and head to the Orchard for a day of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sad but happy send-offs at the airports to my good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Develope lots of crazy/beautiful pictures and post it on Facebook/ Friendster/ Bloggers for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2505075642598311289?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2505075642598311289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2505075642598311289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2505075642598311289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2505075642598311289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-future-21st-birthday-party.html' title='My Future 21st Birthday Party...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5176617230141845429</id><published>2007-04-08T02:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:44:09.095+12:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term ramble  by Cuba secretary</title><content type='html'>Hey Cuba Cats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first term has been and gone, mostly a blur of O week, waking up late and trying to figure out why its snowing on the mountain and 25 degrees in chch...&lt;br /&gt;Night surf was meant to be this week, but due to the incredibly average swell its going to be postponed till first week back next term. Unless theres some mysteriously mint wave action tomorrow. Well hook you up at the end of the month, just you wait- it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next term theres our mightily epic night on campus- jib the foundry.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure all your maties get in on that, its thuper thweet evening where we dump all the snow we can get our mittens on at the common room and fill it full of ramps, lips, rails, boxes, wall rides, battleships, and cheap, cheap alcohol. its good times aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;Theres also the mini ramp skate night with beers, beats and couches at the common room, a good way to wound yourself and good entertainment for the crowd. The surf to snow day features also, get amongst a mint cooked brekkie and a sweet day in the sea and up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Stay vigialent about the snowboarding roadie too, its on the cards for the semester holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our website will hopefully be all new and shiny next term too, and you'll be able to hook into the carpool network and check out the map of canterbury for all the rails, bowls, skateparks and surf breaks you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the break, earn some sweet coin, and then spend it all on something worthless you've always wanted and dont need.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, your a&lt;br /&gt;student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride on,&lt;br /&gt;Cuba Exec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5176617230141845429?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5176617230141845429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5176617230141845429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5176617230141845429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5176617230141845429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-of-term-ramble-by-cuba-secretary.html' title='End of term ramble  by Cuba secretary'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6166500516676960833</id><published>2007-04-08T02:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:36:35.764+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot'ham lost to Chelsea</title><content type='html'>So tonight, I watched my first Soccer match on TV!  Not quite fully, but some shit TV excitement it was for me.  It's not because I do not understand about Soccer as a game, but the fact that there were cheap shots, low-lying creatures playing on the fields and cheap tricks...  Even I can identify, as a sports person.  Soccer is truly a gentlemen's game played by thugs/ rogues (and Rugby is truly, a thugs/ rogues' game played by gentlemen).&lt;br /&gt;You asked me how I feel, I feel ridiculed and insulted as a human being having being of the same species as those who cheered and jeered and fight all in the name of Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I can sort of feel why it's so intense and why Helen Sharp hates Soccer, not that I know the exact reason why she hates Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, have you seen those shit-bricks rolling on the fields, faking their injuries?  Even the rugby players who took more hits don't become pussies and roll all over the field!&lt;br /&gt;So during this match, I've made several comments which nancy prefers to call as cool quotes...&lt;br /&gt;1. "Oh Deb! This is Kam!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, sorry, it's 1am and I might be feeling sleepy so I didn't listen properly to what you said but did you said cum?&lt;br /&gt;I replied with a better comeback...&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say that he is Scumbag?"&lt;br /&gt;Everybody laughed... Partly due to the fact that he's a Chelsea Supporter and they are Scumbags too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like you're pretty much a Scumbag if you are in America.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Ooh! Tottemham Hotspurs!... Don't they mean to call it Tottemham HotSHIT?!"&lt;br /&gt;Everybody laughed again, considering they had no place in the top levels... And Ariff still supports and roots for them because he was born in London!&lt;br /&gt;3. Kam said, " All shops is closed on Easter Sunday except for supermarkets so that people can still get the basics... Also, the pharmacy."&lt;br /&gt;Shah said, " The pharmacy eh... So they still sell medicines for... Flu"&lt;br /&gt;Before he could say "Flu." I cut into his line of words and said that he was thinking about buying Viagra tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the # of high 5s I had received in that 90mins of match game.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer and Rugy are just not the sports for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better to just stick to Netball, Basketball, Volleyball and all sorts... Just not Cricket, Baseball, Soccer and Rugby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6166500516676960833?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6166500516676960833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6166500516676960833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6166500516676960833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6166500516676960833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/totham-lost-to-chelsea.html' title='Tot&apos;ham lost to Chelsea'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7886476965266523167</id><published>2007-04-07T20:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:23:16.427+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did yesterday...</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach known as Taylor's Mistakes in Sumner, Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful scene where th sky meets the green ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's aquamarine green in colour.&lt;br /&gt;As you walk on the shoreline, the water is as refeshingly cold and as clear.&lt;br /&gt;God did the right thing, when He made the waters, He made Taylor's Mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Taylor's Mistakes isn't all that safe.  You have to drive round a mountain and foothills to reach that place, the driveway is unsecure in several areas and is known to have several accidents.  And when you are in the car with a driver such as Ahram, it's not all that safe... He gets distracted and such and sometimes swivels...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was all worth to see Taylor's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it was a mistake made by God though...&lt;br /&gt;The beach is situated between 2 foothills and to the left, the foothill of the mountain is lush and green while the other is barren, like a desert scene!  How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;Then on the beach, there are washed up seashells, pebbles, big huge seaweeds, driftwood, feathers (feathers?!?), people surfing in their wetsuits and surfboards.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a kid again, we brought a kite called Hermes and I flew it successfully on my first try.&lt;br /&gt;Running on the stretch of the beach was awfully tiring but it was well worth it when the kite flew up.&lt;br /&gt;When I did not pay attention to it, it too swivel like Ahram's car and came almost to crashing down, I saved it.&lt;br /&gt;The water was sparkling and tempting. It was as though, drawing me into it's waves... Mismerising and seductive in a way... I was so drawn to the clear waters, playing in the waters was so awesome, I wanted to swim in it and that was when I asked Nancy, Ahram and Emma if they want to join me.&lt;br /&gt;They all refused as they felt that the water is too cold to swim in and dangerous, how can it be dangerous?!&lt;br /&gt;They refused as they did not bring extra clothings, but to me, that's no excuse, just dry yourself out in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;So I took off my shawl, my slippers and my top hat (Emma and Ahram made me wear it because they think that it looked cool...).  I tucked my black singlet into my FBT shorts fearing that it might gave way and expose my black bra, tummy,... Not nice... Learnt a lesson from Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;So I went in the water, step by step, after a while, about 20 steps into the water, the water is only at my waist.  The water and wave splashes felt awesome against my body.  I jumped as the current swapped in, it felt like I'm floating...&lt;br /&gt;Then the tides went higher and before I realised, the water reached just below my breast.  I was really having fun but as the currents and waves came in stronger and stronger, I was fearful that the water will wet my head.  Then, will I be shivering and feeling the cold, otherwise, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;So then, I walked back onto shore...&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures, cleaned up the beach a little, doing my duty as a eco-friendly citizen of planet Earth,...&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I had a great ice-cream before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;**Must have ice-creams on a day at the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7886476965266523167?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7886476965266523167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7886476965266523167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7886476965266523167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7886476965266523167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-i-did-yesterday.html' title='What I did yesterday...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4164996271190612658</id><published>2007-04-07T20:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:26:31.483+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>Christ has died,&lt;br /&gt;Christ has risen&lt;br /&gt;Christ will come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicene Creed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4164996271190612658?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4164996271190612658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4164996271190612658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4164996271190612658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4164996271190612658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-jesus-christ.html' title='Tribute to Jesus Christ'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6244967335991493857</id><published>2007-04-06T04:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:32:28.710+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was not dating Nicholas, we are past dating now, I'd still be single and available to FUN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was not with Nicholas, I didn't know that I would love him so so MUCH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have our BAD times but our GREAT times made up for those days...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't be in Universirty of Canterbury doing BIOL209 and BCHM201 if it not were for Nicholas. I'd be in Auckland...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it weren't for Nicholas, life in Christchurch would be darn awful and sad...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't imagine being without Nicholas...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't imagine I'm still awake...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't imagine time flies...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't imagine Ruth wanting to comeover as well, just when I'm adament and I want to go back to study, she wants to comeover...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Nicholas, our future is certained and planned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe that he only wants 2 kids, a boy and a girl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe that Nancy and I planned out a wedding for her and Dan Carter... Also, I've helped her with suggestions to naming her 4 future boys and 4 girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nancy is SO Asian!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nancy is SO SO SO ASIAN-CHINESE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than I am...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6244967335991493857?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6244967335991493857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6244967335991493857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6244967335991493857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6244967335991493857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2635720732126380792</id><published>2007-04-05T02:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:19:55.603+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What actually goes on in the Law Library... according to Nancy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you need a break from studying Torts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just come on over, and pull off my shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won’t be Neglectful as I caress your booty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I promise I won’t stick it where you make your “Duty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There will be some hair pulling, and a whole lot of biting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll work you harder than that memo you did in Legal Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll want to take it slowly, so that we can last all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I’ll be so eager to violate your Due Process Rights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Issue, Rule, Application, Conclude…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll eat you girl, like some delicious food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come join me in bed, we’ll mutually assent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll put a ring on your finger, and pay all your rent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After a long night of cramming, nothing makes me hotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than bending you over and knowing the difference between murder and manslaughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those other guys in your section, they’re just a bunch of jerks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now pull out my Palsgraf…and I’ll give you a real package of fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now take off your shirt, and bring out some lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl I’m going to give you a taste, of my Rule 12(b)6 Motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaze at me lovingly, look lustfully into my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now grab all my cases, and click, “Shepardize"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Your heaving rack, its more than I can stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s hard to control, my Learned Hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can’t keep it in, I’ve got quite a load&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My unit is so big, its governed by the Uniform Commercial Code&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I want to plow your fields, ride you like farmers ride their tractors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner and a movie are going to be our mitigating factors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ll bring it back to my place, and really raise the roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won’t stop lovin you girl, until we’ve both met our burden of proof&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So heed this poem, you know you are my obsession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna engage your chest in some adverse possession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is an open invite, of indefinite duration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are always welcome to come over and grab my statute of limitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2635720732126380792?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2635720732126380792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2635720732126380792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2635720732126380792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2635720732126380792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-actually-goes-on-in-law-library.html' title='What actually goes on in the Law Library... according to Nancy.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3844038749779000376</id><published>2007-04-05T01:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:48:07.812+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of people Fucking Up my name.</title><content type='html'>From young, the boys in my tuition and my secondary school call me da-bra, meaning big boobs, and then there's the zebra, cobra and all sorts, all because of the 'bra' pronounciation.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah is the least of my worries, try getting people to call you by your real name, Marcella.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in my primary and secondary school as well as University CAN pronounce it right.Only 2 people, a Turkish girl from germany and my Indian Physical Education Head from Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;It's Mar-cel-la!&lt;br /&gt;The cel is pronounced as what you would for cel-lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-3844038749779000376?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3844038749779000376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3844038749779000376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3844038749779000376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3844038749779000376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired-of-people-fucking-up-my-name.html' title='I&apos;m tired of people Fucking Up my name.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8267960559806118421</id><published>2007-04-05T01:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:22:34.850+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylar visited my nightmare...</title><content type='html'>A character from Heroes named Sylar was after my friends and I after we finished our University lectures. We were apparently gifted and he was targeting the bunch of us for our genetic traits.As I bade farewell to my classmates and went back to my student accomodation, only to find my friends' bodies lying everywhere and in all the rooms. I was cornered by Sylar and was pinned against the wall as he sliced my skull open. I was screaming and I put up a struggle but I was no match for him.That was when, I woke up lying in a pool of sweat and my hands stretching behind my pillow and my mouth forming the O shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me...I have fringed dark brown long hair that reaches near my waist. I am a 19 years old female. I wear frameless spectacles, oval face and wear earrings. I am about 5'7 and I have long legs.&lt;br /&gt;My friends consists...&lt;br /&gt;1. an American girl with pony-tailed blonde hair, sharp features and petite.&lt;br /&gt;2. a Welsh girl whose chubby and shoulder-length blonde hair, small face with blue eyes and rugby-built.&lt;br /&gt;3. a Hong Kong borned British descent girl, as tall as I am, long waist-length redhead with a dancer's body.&lt;br /&gt;4. a Malaysian Chinese boy with jet black hair, bespectacled and as tall as I am.&lt;br /&gt;5. a Hong Kong borned Indian descent girl, about my height, volumptous, long braided black hair that reaches her back. She wears spectacles too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8267960559806118421?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8267960559806118421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8267960559806118421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8267960559806118421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8267960559806118421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/sylar-visited-my-nightmare.html' title='Sylar visited my nightmare...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5714980304746204414</id><published>2007-04-04T11:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:08:23.077+12:00</updated><title type='text'>After BCHM201 tutorial...</title><content type='html'>Saw a big garden spider killing a fat juicy fly...&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of relieve as the buzzing flies days are soon over but then, spiders are rather disgusting creatures...&lt;br /&gt;Back to cramming for Biostats now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5714980304746204414?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5714980304746204414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5714980304746204414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5714980304746204414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5714980304746204414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-bchm201-tutorial.html' title='After BCHM201 tutorial...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8046955465381102376</id><published>2007-04-02T22:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:45:19.529+12:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Future...</title><content type='html'>My first planning of life with Nicholas -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have several kids, hopefully, 2 boys and 2 girls... Twins or Quadruplets so I won't have to go through labour several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My potential Godmothers for my kids will be...:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nancy Bale, but she might not be into this sought of thingy... I'll have to impress upon her to take up being the 'Godma' of one of my son.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gurnit Kuar, she might be so delighted that she'll wanna take up being 'Godma' to all of my kids... Oh well! It'd be great for one of my daughters to have such a loving lady as her 'Godma'.&lt;br /&gt;3. Faith Chan, she would be one of the hottest 'Godma' ever sought after by all her friends... Erm, people, please wait in line for appointing her to be your kids' Godma... My son's friends will die out of jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;4. Ashley Ng, as screwed up as she is, she's one of the sensible screw-ups I know. Though she hates kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Back to study...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8046955465381102376?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8046955465381102376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8046955465381102376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8046955465381102376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8046955465381102376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-future.html' title='In the Future...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6906772782073400843</id><published>2007-04-02T21:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:16:36.665+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Commandments of University Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I- Thou Shalt Nap And God gave unto Student a great gift, the gift of napping. God said to him, you shall spend half your day napping. You shall nap in class, in your room and in your friend's room. And God said, if you don't nap, you will not be able to stay up all night drinking. And Student said, nap I shall, and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;II- Thou Shalt Get Sick All the Time Now God said to Student, you must be sick all of the time. And Student asked why. And God said unto him, you shall share drinks, stay up too late, drink too much and get off with people you don't know. Therefore, God said, you shall be sick all year round. But God said, blessed are the sick for they have partied the hardest. And it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;III- Thou Shalt Not Attend Lectures And Student asked, will this sickness affect my studies? And God said unto him, yes, but thou shalt skip classes for lesser reasons. You will skip classes because it is raining and you cannot find your umbrella. You will skip classes because you are too lazy to walk across campus. You shall sleep through your morning lectures and nap through the afternoons. Blessed are those that succeed, and those who do not shall resit the year or switch to Sociology. And Student understood God’s wisdom, and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IV- Thou Shalt Wear a Hoodie And then Student asked how he should make himself look like a university student. And God said unto student, you must wear a hoodie, for it is a useful garment. And you shall never wash it either. Student asked God, what kind of hoodie should it be? And God said, you shall own many of varying colours and creeds. And Student was pleased and God was pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V- Thou Shalt Abuse the LibraryAnd God gave unto Student another gift, in the form of the Library. And He said, fear not, Student, it will not be demanded of you that you use this gift to catch up on missed lectures. You may visit with this intention, but your time will be spent surfing the Internet. You shall speak with your numerous fellow Students, and smoke. And God said, if you do not honour this gift, and if you use the Library to further your studies, I shall smite you. And the Student saw that God was right, and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VI- Thou Shalt Respect the Cheeky OneAnd Student then asked of God, surely I must study sometimes, or I cannot be a true Student? And God in His wisdom replied, yes, it is true that Student must study. And Student did not like this, and began to weep, and God said unto him, Student, fear not the occasional class, for study you must. But to ease the pain, you shall honour the tradition of the Cheeky One, which will make the study more bearable, and help you to spend your student loan. God said, alcohol is another gift to you: it makes anything good better and anything bad more tolerable. And after your Cheeky One, you shall return to your home, and nap. And Student dried his eyes and thanked God for his generosity, and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VII- Thou Shalt Get Laid Student then asked of sex. And God said, Student, you shall get laid and be happy. You shall go home with random people every weekend and forget about them the next day. You shall see them at class and be awkward amongst their company. You shall exchange saliva at bars and parties and it will be good. And Student became gleeful and God told Student to wrap it up because He knows where she has been, but Student does not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VIII- Thou Shalt Join a Club and Never Go to Meetings Student inquired of his spare time and God reminded him that he should be napping. But Student said he wanted to do other things. So God said unto him, you shall join a club at the beginning of the semester, but then never go to meetings. And Student asked why he should not go to meetings, and God told him, because they are gay. And Student understood His wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IX- Thou Shalt Wake Up Confused God said to Student, there will come many a day when you shall wake up in the bed of another and not know where you are. You will not remember what you did last night and you shall be confused. You will see that you have nipple rings and a tattoo now and are covered in Marmite. You will find yourself surrounded by items that do not belong to you, and of which you do not know the provenance, such as road signs, bicycle tyres, and garden furniture. And Student was disturbed by this, but God said, you shall tell great stories about it to your friends one day, and it is not stealing if you were drunk when you did it. And Student understood and God took a sip of beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And God gave Student the final Commandment :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X- Thou Shalt Gain Weight And Student wished to hear the final commandment and God said he would not like it. But Student insisted, so God said unto him, you shall gain weight. However, God said, you will not buy new clothes, so you will wear tracksuits a lot. God said, Student, you will watch a lot of TV and become fat, which caused Student to weep profusely. But God comforted Student saying, you will still get laid even if you cannot tie your shoes any more. Student felt better and God pointed to Student's chest saying, those will soon be bitch tits. And it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6906772782073400843?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6906772782073400843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6906772782073400843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6906772782073400843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6906772782073400843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-commandments-of-university-students.html' title='The 10 Commandments of University Students'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2559134739055618732</id><published>2007-04-01T22:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:25:00.705+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Helen Sharp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-IUsTgUcI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tWjLnHaviM/s1600-h/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048403596377346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-IUsTgUcI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tWjLnHaviM/s400/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These are some of the pictures I took for Helen on her 21st Birthday on Tues, 27th of March 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Time flies and I've known her for about 8 months... By then,... Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Introducing (Left- Right): Nancy, Helen, Simon and Emma... I'm trying to include myself in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJMTgUZI/AAAAAAAAADY/P3kzttRmIAU/s1600-h/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048399000762339730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJMTgUZI/AAAAAAAAADY/P3kzttRmIAU/s400/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJMTgUaI/AAAAAAAAADg/PvfMk_eGAWU/s1600-h/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048399000762339746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJMTgUaI/AAAAAAAAADg/PvfMk_eGAWU/s400/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJcTgUbI/AAAAAAAAADo/PJBLyV7VeLw/s1600-h/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048399005057307058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-EJcTgUbI/AAAAAAAAADo/PJBLyV7VeLw/s400/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2559134739055618732?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2559134739055618732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2559134739055618732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2559134739055618732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2559134739055618732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-helen-sharp.html' title='Happy Birthday, Helen Sharp!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/Rg-IUsTgUcI/AAAAAAAAADw/7tWjLnHaviM/s72-c/Helen%27s+Birthday+Tue+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4863859171117564568</id><published>2007-03-30T15:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:27:27.660+12:00</updated><title type='text'>On 30/03/07, faith chan wrote:</title><content type='html'>hey babe. i really don't know where to start. i really want to just call you, give you a big hug and stuff but i dont have ur number cos i lost my phone during the car crash and you're not here:( erm i kinda understand your frustration. erm when i was w *, e relationship did not benefit me, and my relationship w God almost went to the point of no return. BUT truth is there is never no point of no return. not saying you shouldn't be w nic, that all depends on you i really wouldn't know, have no opinion and no say. but when i was * i lacked the joy of the lord. and i think you lack that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, there is no point of no return. its no big deal that you stray away from the lord cos we all stray away. it's a big deal when you come back. we are human and we were made w only human strengths. only God can move mountains. try praying my dear please. you're so worried about things that are out of your control it destroys you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really worry for you, you're alone in nz! no family support, and so difficult to face God. don't let the devil get the better of you deborah. you know i spoke to ted i spoke to ruth about the name deb and e story in e bible. everybody agreed the name was kinda made for you, you're God's fighter, or at least you where. i know its hard to go back to God i may sound like so encouraging but i have struggles too. but after all that has happen i'm learning to lean on him. you know only now i've trully experience what it's like to lean on God. and it's so beautiful, i wish you could feel the same. please start w baby steps don't persecute urself when u fall, cos we are all human. whats important is you get back to the narrow winding road.&lt;br /&gt;start by going to church. praying to God to help u w ur problems. let him show u his power pray that you can see his hand in alll things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i feel that i'm in no place to tell u all this cos my life is not perfect. but i feel so sad that u are not relying on God. and if u just did, you would see everything fall into place i promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway do u still have to worry abt sch fees? or its just left w family financing? its not right u shd speak to ur mum! u shdnt have to bother abt finances and study it's humanly insane. talk to ur mum sort ur worries out. can u come back work for half a semester then go back so u have enough money? can u take a loan and pay the loan when u graduate. you know dont worry abt things u cant change. if u have a debt, you have a debt. no matter how sad u allow it to make you the debt wil still be there. my family also is not very well to do, but yea just trust in God. i'm calculating my decision to study in aus v carefully. i'm quite sure ur parents calculated properly for u plus minus bfore they let u go right? yes things screw up... but how bad a debt can it be that u let it destroy you and ur education. deb be strong okay! i'll be praying for you. and i;m very sure prayers will be answered. wait and see! u shd believe too! love you so much! faithyyy! reply sooon or i'll be worried yea;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4863859171117564568?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4863859171117564568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4863859171117564568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4863859171117564568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4863859171117564568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-300307-faith-chan-wrote.html' title='On 30/03/07, faith chan wrote:'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1458997132382768960</id><published>2007-03-30T15:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:25:23.148+12:00</updated><title type='text'>On 29/03/07, Gurnit Kaur wrote:</title><content type='html'>deborah, you're my soul sister. whatever the world makes you do, i would never judge you. because you have been there in my deepest darkest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're throwing up blood woman. that's serious stuff. that should be an indication that enough is enough. start taking care of your body. the same body that the Bible says is God's temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is everywhere, God's creation is God Himself, you do not have to go to church to find God. so throw the guilt away. [even though i understand what you're missing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one's whole perspective, whole identity, whole sense of being changes when one's in love. i do not know. but im sure nicholas could do with the old deborah back, the same one he had first fallen in love with when she was an independent, dynamic, carefree woman. sometimes, it's not always best to give in and be petted around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop smoking. it does dreadful things to your body and beauty and health. it is your life deborah, and your decisions. i only advise against smoking because i am only too well aware of its effects. and you could certainly use the money you spend on it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, i understand how life feels like a complete mess. start cleaning it up. start with your home, your room. im dead serious, i dont care if i sound like some online counsellor or something. but clean up your room and plan your timetable as eagerly and neatly as if it were the first month of school. get yourself in charge of your life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a list before you go to bed about the things that need to be done the next day.&lt;br /&gt;say your prayers and let God handle the rest.&lt;br /&gt;wake up the next morning, pick up your list and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink lots of water. eat on time. and eat light and healthy. get out of that starbucks routine. remember how nat only used to take one cup of coffee a week? get into that routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your body's feeling light and healthy. your mind will find some peace too.&lt;br /&gt;when your surroundings are clean and tidy, your life will make so much more sense too.&lt;br /&gt;you know very well, that i do not make this up. it has been stated before and i've experienced it and it honestly works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you need a change. your current life is suffocating. well then, what are you waiting for? Deborah in the bible must have encountered tempation, she must have wanted to take the easier way out, she must have wanted to give up at some point. she got through. she won her battles and she gave those people she led into battle 40 years of peace afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, too, can win your battles and find peace. and there's no hell you're going to. God's going to keep your close in His embrace and not send you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave you this life. not to be a burden on you....you are meant to live through every experience, every joy, every sorrow, and appreciate it all. you are meant to be able to withstand the hottest of winds and not flinch. for in you and through you, people are meant to see God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me deborah, what will people say if you break down? that her faith could not keep her going? that everything she says about Jesus are mere tales? that her God and Jesus deserted her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type this up, it sounds like blasphemy to me. but i pray that you see my point. YOU are god's disciple, are you not? YOU are god's messenger for people like me, are you not? YOU pass the good news on to whoever you encounter, do you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then live the good news now! why do you not see your life as a celebration? why do you not see your Father with you every step of the way? even as you read this email now. why can you not trust Him enough to carry you through this time of testing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's hard. i know i know i know. and believe me, i cry with you because of all these obstacles that are so neatly placed in your way. but we both know that you have what it takes to get through all this. everything that you're being put through, it is all part of His will, part of His Plan for you. and He knows very well, what you can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attach this poem dedicated to Our Father and hope it inspires you as much as it does me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bless the poor with wealth, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Countless sins are taken away, and the mind becomes immaculate and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mind's desires are fulfilled, and one's tasks are perfectly accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;You bestow Your Name upon Your devotee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service to the Lord, our Sovereign King, is fruitful and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord and Master is the Creator, the Cause of causes; no one is turned away from His&lt;br /&gt;Door empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God eradicates the disease from the diseased person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God takes away the sorrows of the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;And those who have no place at all - You seat them upon the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You link Your slave to devotional worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bestows honor on the dishonored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes the foolish and ignorant become clever and wise.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of all fear disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord dwells within the mind of His humble servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Lord God is the Treasure of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ambrosial Name of the Lord is the essence of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Granting His Grace, He enjoins the mortals to serve the Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Nanak, such a person merges in the Company of the Holy. &lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Gurnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1458997132382768960?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1458997132382768960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1458997132382768960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1458997132382768960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1458997132382768960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-290307-gurnit-kaur-wrote.html' title='On 29/03/07, Gurnit Kaur wrote:'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-915374153130176244</id><published>2007-03-29T20:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:40:25.873+12:00</updated><title type='text'>University Clinic</title><content type='html'>Working hours have changed...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working from 0700-1100, Friday till Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow... hopefully will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I went to see the doctor about my illness?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it went annoyingly due to the fact that the appointment set by Nicholas was at 1130 and I was there at 1120 and I waited till 1200 for my consultation.  Then, the doctor went to check on my breathing about the asthma mystery...  He made me took this breathing test to see how far that piece of plastic can fly.  Come on, I'm sick and you ask me to do a breathing test???&lt;br /&gt;so I did, and it turned out that the plastic barely moved less than an inch and the target was like far-off from the likes of it.  He concluded that I had a seriously bad case of asthma and I should receive treatment.  I'm on the borderline of just dropping dead from lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh, because it sounds funny...&lt;br /&gt;But he said that it won't compromise my Netball Unigames...&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, okay, what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;Then the bill was horrendous...&lt;br /&gt;70 buckaroos for 2 Ventolin and another puffer of some contraption?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Insane...&lt;br /&gt;My money flew and went bye bye~&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-915374153130176244?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/915374153130176244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=915374153130176244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/915374153130176244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/915374153130176244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/university-clinic.html' title='University Clinic'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-9021592780739182490</id><published>2007-03-29T19:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:42:01.887+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Clear Things Up!</title><content type='html'>Dearest Nicholas,&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to die early, and I don't want to be a preying mantis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all and Faith,&lt;br /&gt;I only smoked 1 ciggie. The reason, why I put down as social-smoker because that's what they do, infrequent and influenced by their enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those 'idiots' (those who are one and perceive themselves as one...),&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is not  one of your kind. He's the gentlest creature, he's smartest and flawless.&lt;br /&gt;He's is everything good, sugar, spice and everything nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-9021592780739182490?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/9021592780739182490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=9021592780739182490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/9021592780739182490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/9021592780739182490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/dearest-nicholas-i-do-not-want-to-die.html' title='Just to Clear Things Up!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5838483128299512137</id><published>2007-03-28T21:42:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:42:43.581+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Faith Faith</title><content type='html'>Hey Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that you're fine! Gosh~ I don't know what I'd do without you... My world's a wreck already, if anything should happen to you, I thik I'll just collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...(infinity) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Faith's beloved bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. This is what being young and wild is about, learning things the hard way. When you fall hard, you just gotta suck it and get back up high. Believe in yourself and in your friends who root for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5838483128299512137?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5838483128299512137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5838483128299512137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5838483128299512137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5838483128299512137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/faith-faith-faith.html' title='Faith Faith Faith'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3729557989293828415</id><published>2007-03-28T16:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:38:47.492+12:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Terry! Gurnit's Letter...</title><content type='html'>goodness! i dont know whether or not you want to hear my woeful story. andim too drained to tell it anyway. after three days of constant crying. wokeup this morning feeling dizzy. threw up three times on my way to the trainstation. but had two assignments due so i HAD to go to uni.anyway. i was supposed to meet terry the other day. but i texted her one daybefore to change the date. apparently she didnt get my text. stupidvodafone. and she thinks i forgot our date. but i honestly cannot bebothered to make up. because i am scared of facing her. i do not want to putmyself through her criticism. and she's a far cry from the terry we knew inACG. she no longer wears decent clothes...she wears rag-like stuff. hernails and her teeth have been spoilt. and it seems as if she only doeswhatever she does for the sake of doing it, there's no....human touch. icould not continue. with time, i dont think i would ever have been able toheal her. but she would have moulded me.that was just an update about life over here.girl, there is a lot i can say to provide you consolation, but i really donot know what will work. and i really am in such a mess that i cannot hearmyself.but i just got to know harmeet sooden. the guy who went to iraq, gotkidnapped, got released and is now back in auckland. and just being aroundhim has made me realise how utterly stupid our lives and our problems are.there are little kids that are running around, trying to escape violence.i wonder how many women and girls get raped everyday.how many husbands, fathers, sons get tortured everyday.how many houses get burnt everyday.how many families get seperated everyday.how many people cry tears of blood everyday.it's all happening. it's all real. and we sit in the luxury of our homes andcry our woes.everytime im stuck. i think of those children who's eyes are a mirror toviolence and hatred, i think of those wives who cry their souls out in thecover of darkness, i think of those fathers who watch everything they'vebuilt up over a lifetime come crashing down. and i rest my worries with theCreator and breathe. we're alive. we're healthy. our families are healthy.there's nothing more we can need. we're invincible. one step at a time.we'll get where we want to be. as long as we keep walking. on small step ata time.you'll get through. with trust and faith in the One who has ben setting youraffairs right for you all these years. believe me, He'll do it again andmany more times to come in the future.and you still havent told me where to send the money to!&lt;br /&gt;lots of lovegurnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-3729557989293828415?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3729557989293828415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3729557989293828415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3729557989293828415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3729557989293828415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-terry-gurnits-letter.html' title='OMG! Terry! Gurnit&apos;s Letter...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7788914453335128494</id><published>2007-03-28T16:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:36:15.661+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's Letter... Thank God she's ok!</title><content type='html'>hey things sound tough.last week church did a study on judged chapter 4- about deborah, instantlyreminded me of you. How cos she seeked after God, he let her be his warrior!and let her shine brightly for him.do read it might encourage you. i know its really hard to cope w nick,money, sch grades, family pressures etc. the most practical thing i can sayis be brave, and braver! cos if u stop being brave then u'l only getdefeated. i know this is stuff u already know and its real hard. so here'sbetter advice. pray to God. cos we are human. and we need miracles! send meur prayer pointers too i'll keep u in prayer. we shd start to be accountablefor each other.another reason why i say pray.. is cos i was just involved in a car accidenttoday w joshua-long hair! he was driving very fast when we hit a turn andthe car skidded. i feel awful cos i think i might have changed the gear andmade things worst. but things are already bad as it is. the car is scrapmetal now. joshua is broken, his family is not doing well financially andhe's disappointed them once again. but u know what was amazing, even thoughmy back my chest stil hurts now. and my phone is lost! and i pee-ed in mypants from schock! shh no one knows! no one was hurt. josh is a good driverbut he has been driving extremely fast for so long, its a wonder only knowhe learns his lesson. we didnt hit anybody or public property so we wont becharged by law. the most amazing thing, the car crash at the corner behindthe tree, miracle how we swerved and even got there. cos when u drive byit's not noticeable so we wont attract cops. josh has a bit of alcohol inhis system and if he got caught he cld get charged.so even though the day ended bad. i'm really glad i saw Gods hand in it.still shaken but i think we've all learnt our lesson.pray for me.. uni might go brisbane or stay in singapore. pray for josh thathe will lean on God nt in his own understanding. pray for my fulltime job,startg work next week. pray for our friendship. our sisters. i miss you.anyway ruth looks like shes doing okay, i'll keep a small eye on her, eventhough i dont think i'l be able to see much. but its really great to seeher, jayce and the younger ones serve the lord.come back to God k dear, make sure u go to church when ur're so tired. so ucan lean on his strength. in all ur problems lean on him so that u can seehim work in your life.i started fasting, startg the day w TRYg to read the bible, eating lessmeat, and praying more and its really hard in the begining faied 3 days in arole. ate chocolate over ate etc. but know even though i still dont have anentire sucessful fast day i feel closer to e lord. i love you. keep meposted. tell me what u think abt what  i said. lovelovelove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7788914453335128494?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7788914453335128494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7788914453335128494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7788914453335128494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7788914453335128494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/faiths-letter-thank-god-shes-ok.html' title='Faith&apos;s Letter... Thank God she&apos;s ok!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3463186425700305562</id><published>2007-03-28T15:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:03:33.847+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Faith</title><content type='html'>Dearest Faith,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be terribly disappointed if you know that I haven't been faithful to God.&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on weekends, I haven't done my QT for weeks/ months.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, I've said it...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do smoke, you know that right? All the things that happened caused me to smoke as a 'stress-reliever'. I know that it's a shit reason and I'm just lying through my teeth. Okay, I'm social-smoker, because I don't do it daily, only when my nerves get to me. My flatmates are all smokers so it doesn't really do well with me resisting temptation.&lt;br /&gt;I succumb to it whenever another bad news hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight (another one of those days...), I had a serious reasoning with Nicholas, putting it nicely, it too aggravated my sickness, yeah, I'm ill...&lt;br /&gt;When we argued, I was bursting with anger and temper and I was crying even though I tried to contain myself, but I couldn't because he doesn't know anything that's happening since Uni starts. I had a hard time telling him how I feel or what my day is like because when I tell him those incidents (with the tendency to raise my voice and be pissed with those motherfuckers and bitches)... Yeah, he thinks that I'm venting it on him. But I know well that I'm not. I AM NOT! I'm just pissed at the situation, the finance, the school, the 'supposedly' friends...&lt;br /&gt;When I try to reason with him, I was fuming so bad that I coughed repeated/ half vomiting/ half gasping for air. There was an instant when I thought I couldn't breathe and I'll choke on my own vomit/ phlegm...&lt;br /&gt;I spewed a whole 500ml (from the looks of it) into my bin, along with all my phlegms... The bucket was filled to the brim with all the nasty virus containing shit and my reddish-orange vomit!!! There was blood in the vomit. Don't tell Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called and I was act Helen's flat celebrating her 21st birthday. It was pretty upsetting because there wasn't anyone there but me initially... And I thought that I was late when she texted me asking me where I am. I was like resting at home and downing 10 Chlorella tablets, 3 garlic pills, 3 Echinacea, 3 TFP, 6 Strath and 1 Clarinase...&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't do weird renditions of Happy Birthday, Helen, via my nose (ie. Blowing nose).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did several renditions of Happy Birthday, in the end...&lt;br /&gt;A;so, hecking away to the Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing just her and her bf alone was so disturbing... I meant, come on, its her 21st birthday and she's sick like me, her bf had just recovered.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so I took lots of wacky and funny shots vis her camera. They felt weird when I asked them to do those poses... But the smile on their face when they see it was so priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that at least, I could make her day wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Then we had cake and we saw some of her presents her family and friends sent from Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called again asking me to hurry home when he realized that I'm still there near 11pm. He was concerned because there were several random beatings of pedestrians near where I was. Some drunk students just jumped on an old man in Hagley park after their raving party in the city.&lt;br /&gt;That was only one incident which I've mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the 3rd time asking me how was my day. So I told him of Cagla and how she was ridiculous. She was so bitchy during Lab while we were doing our assignment. It's not even the first time that she does it but this was kind of like a last straw because it's also our last lab.&lt;br /&gt;She and Kit both did research before the lab while Nicholas and I were having lunch at my home. We were required to do lab flow charts but on this particular lab, we had nothing to do, it was written with instructions that we're suppose to do everything with our Instructors. And when i asked Nicholas what I should to, if I should write a flow diagram or what (when there's nothing to write about)?&lt;br /&gt;He told me nothing and I do not need to write up anything.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to lab, I was late... Cagla immediately blame me for being late and chilled me about always being late for everything. Even when I'm late, tardy, I'm still very dependable. Kit went with her about me being late. Then apparently, they did everything already but they don't even bother to inform me about anything. They didn't even wanna update me. It was Cagla who instigated most of it. I felt like shit because I was sick. She then blamed me for not wearing enough and for wearing hot shorts. I DO NOT wear hot shorts, I just wear shorts... Beside, what are the co-relations of wearing clothes and sickness. I know myself and I know how much I should wear. My body is good to withstand warm and cold temps and I adapt easily to the climate. When the virus hits you, it just happens. If you're sick, you're sick right?!? What shit about wearing enough...&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing jeans and white shirt and my scarf (though my shirt and jeans shrunk in the dryer), they fit me just nice.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... the whole lab was more than just miserable. She was so sarcastic and cold and all bitchy... Kit was like her puppy or slave.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand the crap about how she acted like a leader and dominated the whole computer and dominated everything. I couldn't even use it to catch up with them... She was so possessive.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but bottomline is when I told Nicholas about it, he kind of side Cagla and said that I should have done my own research first because that was what he and his lab partner did last year....&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, wait a minute, he didn't told me earlier about that. So I was pissed. it's his irritating habit or thinking. What's the use of telling me the info after the event had taken place. Why tell me after??? I said that he's such a half-arsed shit because this did not happened the first time. His mum is so sick of it that is why she'd rather depend on me to help her out than to ask her son! I've asked him, doesn't it sound familiar? When we are quarrelling, it's always because he's such a half-arsed shit!&lt;br /&gt;So many times... He won't admit sorry for being a half-arsed, he jsut said that we had ran out of time and it wasn't possible for me to do anything, even if he told me then. I was pissed, I told him that I couldn't believe that he did that, the whole time reason is bullshit, so what if we're short of time, I'll still be able to figure something out and telling me beforehand is still way better than telling me after.&lt;br /&gt;At least I won't be able to blame him if he had said before the lab. Right? I told that that I can't believe he undermined me, he doesn't know me that well, he still hasn't realized my full potential.&lt;br /&gt;What right does he have? He's already taken my freedom to do what I want whenever I want and I'm like his pet. Even that's his way of love and showing that he care, it's not like I'm a preying mantis of his. I'm his girlfriend for years already for Fuck's sake!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Things ended really badly...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just told him everything.. I said fine, yeah I did have a bad day but why,.. I told him everything since the start of the year... till now. That he wasn't even understanding... I'm mad and I may blow my top but it wasn't at him, it was at all the situations that caused such shit!&lt;br /&gt;I told him how I didn't wanna go Uni because it just keeps reminding me of the finance problem and the weight of the problem was far for me to handle...&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I had the tuition finance, shitty Cagla, weirdo fucking americans, laptop shit and studies and now, he doesn't help me at all... he's never helped me in the beginning. He's so dim. I can't tell anything because he'll keep asking why and what and all those crap.&lt;br /&gt;He's yet exposed to the outside world that is why...&lt;br /&gt;I told him does he know the meaning of being a teacher, a boyfriend is all these: friend, lover, carer, teacher, mentor, future-husband.&lt;br /&gt;A teacher teaches the student eveything and gives his all for the students, teaches the student everything and not keeping some for himself. What the fuck for? He's already "graduated", why keep the knowledge? Share everything and not just share half of what you know... Fucking bloody half-arsed people. I HATE!&lt;br /&gt;I never do that to anybody... If there's one thing I hate more than a hypocrite and a back-stabber, it's a half-arsed asshole. Tell me what's the differences between a hypocrite, back-stabbers and an half-arsed shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all shit-heads... Fucking bummers that deserved eternity in HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry about my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick and tired and exhausted with life...&lt;br /&gt;I can't be that Deborah in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing in common... She's awesome and I'm like damned to go to hell...Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-3463186425700305562?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3463186425700305562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3463186425700305562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3463186425700305562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3463186425700305562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-faith.html' title='A letter to Faith'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1346219689645214441</id><published>2007-03-27T17:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:31:05.708+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Since 24th of Feb...till now.  A letter to Gurnit.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Gurnit (Sis),&lt;br /&gt;Wha hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;I feel so relieved.  When i haven't heard a thing from you, like a sms reply, I was so bloody worried for you!  I'm like freaking out.  Shish~ Its me being such a big dumbo!!!  Yeah!  Will check my email the next time...  DUH~ Why didn't I think about that???&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I think I should tell you the whole reason why I need the money, I owe you this account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, my laptop spoiled because of my folly.  We had a break-in some weeks ago and more than 15k worth of digital technology was stolen.  When we heard a noise in one of our bedrooms, we dashed and tripped over the wire of my laptop that was on the dining table.  That was 3 days before Uni semester began...  I was feeling really shitty.  I vowed to work and buy a new one but I couldn't wait till I had saved enough to get one because of my school load and I know that I need a computer at home to do things.  I was also committed in a few clubs and activities that require frequent emails...&lt;br /&gt;So 2 days before Uni started, I bought a laptop at 2k, paid deposit via cash, so balance 1.8k and I signed up for the long-term payment plan using Nicholas's ID, he's a PR here.&lt;br /&gt;I went through the whole day arguing and reasoning and ~~~ with him just because he hate lending or borrowing or owing people money and he felt that I had the capability to buy it, so why should I be applying for long-term... I cried and felt so pissed with him and alot of things, he shouted in the mall and we had fights the whole day.  In short, he doesn't want to let me use his name.&lt;br /&gt;I had money in my bank but it was for my tuition fees and some spare.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to let my parents know about it, I want to buy it with my own money...  They've paid for alot of things already.  And if I can't do this small thing then, I'm rather useless...&lt;br /&gt;Days later, his mum knew about the situation and offered to help me buy the laptop, this way, I saved by not paying the interest.  But she said that she doesn't want to lend or borrow money during New Year.  Anyway, we had settled and she bought it.  So we make a pact whereby I pay her back asap.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I had encountered trouble with paying my tuition fees, I couldn't pay it with my bank card because it's a large amount and also, the bank card is an overseas HSBC card.  So I can't get a bank cheque to pay for my tuition fees as the local bank, Westpac, couldn't access my account.  P.S., HSBC and Westpac are tierd!&lt;br /&gt;So my parents had to withdrew the money and pay be Travelex, which was the fastest way to send via overseas, or at least that's the alternative of paying my tuition fees as told by the International Student Support in UC.&lt;br /&gt;The payment dragged over the New Year due to the public holidays and also, NZ is known to be SLOW for processing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I was in jitters as the closing date for enrolment is due and if the payment wasn't made, I will be charged $400 for late fee.&lt;br /&gt;While my parents asked me to check with Uni, the Uni's registry people asked me to check with my parents and asked them to check with HSBC about the fund transfer...&lt;br /&gt;I was like a ping pong ball, being hit across the table, back and forth, back and forth... I dreaded entering Uni, everyday, I'll make a trip to the Registry building about my tuition fees and each day, I received no news or bad news...&lt;br /&gt;I spent tons of money on my phone bills and I was so stressed about my situation.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having nightmares and waking up to find myself in pools of sweat.  I keep getting paranoid about being deported from NZ because I couldn't pay my tuition fees, I had no appetite.  I could not sleep.  I don't want to end up without a degree. My gpa was a fucking 3.83 last year, and that was supposedly good, I don't know how GPA works anyway... I was like what the hell, I think I do well, I'm not going without a degree...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, till now, I keep skipping classes and avoid going Uni if possible, only attending for Labs and quizzes (sometimes) and Tutorials...&lt;br /&gt;I was being portrayed as a slack by my friends, always being late for classes anad labs and everything,...&lt;br /&gt;I have a job as a caregiver and I was diligent, hoping to just tide through the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of studying in NZ and sick of getting SICK!  I'm currently ill now.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to leave and go back to SG to study.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the hell, is this a student's life, I'm being stressed immensely by the financial prospect of my circumstance and not about my studies and homework loads...&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't possibly go on.&lt;br /&gt;I focused my attention onto my study, my friends, my work, my bf... I try.  I tried.&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry, I can't scream.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the latest news was that Nicholas's dad had found a job in Beijiing, China.  Nicholas's sis was molested days ago, by a stranger that she couldn't identify.  Apparently, that molester/ paedophile lived nearby where she lives too.  She didn't tell her dad about it, she told her mum late after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's alone and she's travelling long distance to school dailey by herself.  She's only 13, coming 14 this year.&lt;br /&gt;Both Nicholas and his sister have had a very good and sheltered life.  They were driven to places and such and never had the need to be independent.Now that worried Nicholas's mum who wants to fly back real quick to be with her daughter.  She's trying to book a flight home and send Nicholas to live with me.  The recent currency exchange rate isn't likeable, so uncle won't be sending money for her.&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing was rather last mintue, she had only told me the news about wanting the money back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I had recently paid the rent with 1k.  I'm short of cash to give her back her money.&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing just adds to my pressure.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm scrambling to find as much money as possible to give to her by Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm drained to my last cent.  I'm trying to think of what to do.  With my working money, I used some on Nicholas, on my friends' birthday presents, on my friends' requests.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dried and drained... This world sucks. Isn't there anything I can do without money???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl!  but I'm not asking for you to pity me or whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;It's just... yeah.  It's also hard for me to ask people for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, enduring....&lt;br /&gt;-- Deborah Marcella Lim ML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1346219689645214441?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1346219689645214441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1346219689645214441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1346219689645214441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1346219689645214441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-24th-of-febtill-now-letter-to.html' title='Since 24th of Feb...till now.  A letter to Gurnit.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7499081034755623813</id><published>2007-03-19T22:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:27:31.119+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Biol 230 Lab #4, 'Wolf' and my pathogenic strains.</title><content type='html'>Today's lab was a total rush for time.  We were required to complete the procedure of making our bacteria strains, E. coli and S. cerevisiae, competent.  That itself took some time, then Transformation of the DNAs of these bacterium took way longer...&lt;br /&gt;Cagla got annoyed with Kit's agitation and I'm stuck in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Both wanted to do everything, I didn't want to be in the heated misunderstanding and pretentious snatching of equipments cum 'Me first' attitude.  I volunteered to play with the bunsen burner and spreading the inoculums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anticipating my payday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my darling sisters met a big bad 'Wolf' on the way to school.  Imagine such things happening in the broad daylight!?&lt;br /&gt;One can hardly phantom but it did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was there, I would have cut through his penis!  I bring my penknife with me wherever I go... I won't feel sorry for these low-lifes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blade's sharp as I change it at the slightest bit of rust.  Also, coating it with deadly strains of virus and bacterias.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live as I am used to my pathogenic 'friends', but if you're not exposed to such constantly, I suggest that you avoid it totally.  A slight breathing into the air around can lead to instant death.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have it sealed in an airtight container...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask so much questions unless you're willing to die for the answers.&lt;br /&gt;Want to try???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7499081034755623813?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7499081034755623813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7499081034755623813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7499081034755623813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7499081034755623813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/biol-230-lab-4-wolf-and-my-pathogenic.html' title='Biol 230 Lab #4, &apos;Wolf&apos; and my pathogenic strains.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1785623867096698056</id><published>2007-03-18T23:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:47:43.515+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Eko Eko Azarak</title><content type='html'>Okay, I got tricked. It's a stupid, gross, poor and old movie that nobody should ever watch! It's ghastly and everything is eww eww eww! Don't touch this show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1785623867096698056?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1785623867096698056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1785623867096698056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1785623867096698056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1785623867096698056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/eko-eko-azarak.html' title='Eko Eko Azarak'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4343438231827282430</id><published>2007-03-18T20:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:22:47.145+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Saving Ends</title><content type='html'>I know about the end of Daylight Saving but I didn't know how it works, whether to adjust my time 1 hour back on Saturday night or Sunday night. In the end, I was 1 hour early for work today and I had to endure a shit-weathered day + 8.75 hours of crazed old folks. Driving me demented too.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm officially 4 hours ahead of residents in Singapore, no longer 5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;People, take note.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll be watching this cool-looking Japanese series, Eko Eko Azarak, The Dark Angel Triology. Got it at $4, it was initially $10 for rental at Video Ezy. Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4343438231827282430?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4343438231827282430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4343438231827282430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4343438231827282430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4343438231827282430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/daylight-saving-ends.html' title='Daylight Saving Ends'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5954865132764428843</id><published>2007-03-16T23:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:18:55.528+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...</title><content type='html'>Life sucks because I made it that way... I make mistakes, mistakes that cost me my ticket to heaven... Many times I have done so... I am living and that's why I make mistake... People make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be another day. I'll be working from morning till evening for the next 2 days. better sleep now or I'll never wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that today's Library Committee meeting was a total bore? I don't even understand what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for my tuition fee to be sorted... Total days wasted on dealing with finance, not days, months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5954865132764428843?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5954865132764428843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5954865132764428843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5954865132764428843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5954865132764428843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/erm.html' title='Erm...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5346817855032299987</id><published>2007-03-15T00:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:47:53.515+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Life~</title><content type='html'>Wha~~~ Netball training at 7.30am on Thursday at the Recreation Sports' Hall...&lt;br /&gt;How to wake up for it???&lt;br /&gt;DIE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X.X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5346817855032299987?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5346817855032299987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5346817855032299987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5346817855032299987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5346817855032299987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/life.html' title='Life~'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2436009310075827923</id><published>2007-03-13T23:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:04:05.044+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Just finished a test and a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of studying in NZ. Might come back to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, I don't know what's right or wrong anymore and I'm stuck at the crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy's mum is coming to visit for 2 weeks. Hope the weather will be better than today. It's awful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God could only extend nice warm weather for the next few months... Greed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my mum. Bliss~  (^^,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2436009310075827923?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2436009310075827923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2436009310075827923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2436009310075827923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2436009310075827923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-330987247651470368</id><published>2007-03-12T21:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:32:30.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary Nicholas Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots...&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much now because I have tests going on... Just like how you had exams on Valentines' 2007.&lt;br /&gt;But Love conquers all right?  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Genetics Biol 230 Lecture, I finally got inspiration about Frank Sin. Okay... Asso. Prof. Frank Sin, your nickname shall be Frank the FWANK! You WANKKER! You Suck! Showing prejudice. So what if you're Malaysian, you don't need to pick on a Singaporean and favour a Bigs Kiwi Boy. Are you fucking into him or what. Oh wait~ Forgotten that you're a fucking gay!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Justice? Stop picking on me in lab or else....! You're gonna get it, you're gonna get HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-330987247651470368?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/330987247651470368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=330987247651470368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/330987247651470368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/330987247651470368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5551131317465287131</id><published>2007-03-11T02:06:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T02:10:20.145+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Lantern Festival at Victoria Square Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s1600-h/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040282402043237762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s400/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlZI/AAAAAAAAADM/5twU-5t4Lhw/s1600-h/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Lotus+Floats.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040282402043237778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlZI/AAAAAAAAADM/5twU-5t4Lhw/s400/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Lotus+Floats.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28572532-5551131317465287131?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5551131317465287131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5551131317465287131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5551131317465287131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5551131317465287131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-lantern-festival-at-victoria_11.html' title='Chinese Lantern Festival at Victoria Square Photos'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s72-c/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2769205734312024026</id><published>2007-03-11T02:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T02:10:12.725+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Lantern Festival at Victoria Square Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s1600-h/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040282402043237762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s400/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlZI/AAAAAAAAADM/5twU-5t4Lhw/s1600-h/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Lotus+Floats.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040282402043237778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlZI/AAAAAAAAADM/5twU-5t4Lhw/s400/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Lotus+Floats.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28572532-2769205734312024026?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2769205734312024026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2769205734312024026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2769205734312024026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2769205734312024026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-lantern-festival-at-victoria.html' title='Chinese Lantern Festival at Victoria Square Photos'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RfKuI91wlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/uTalHl9y9Qg/s72-c/Chinese+Lantern+Festival+at+Victoria+Square,+Christchurch,+Sheepdog+and+Cow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3924047675595065546</id><published>2007-03-11T01:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T02:03:03.032+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Lantern Festival</title><content type='html'>Chinese Lantern Festival, Christchurch City, 10 March 2007 - 11 March 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of beautiful lanterns from China and Singapore light up Victoria Square in celebration of the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;The Lantern Festival traditionally marks the end of the two-week celebration of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Christchurchs third annual Chinese Lantern Festival ushers in the new Year of the Pig, according to the Chinese zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;Emma, Arang, Allan, Nancy, Nicholas and I sampled delicious Chinese snacks from the food stalls even though they were expensive; browse the Chinese craft stalls; and watched rather exciting performances by visiting artists from China and the local Chinese community.&lt;br /&gt;But there were horrible sounds of KTV going on too... Acclaimed to be good or blessed with beautiful voice, I beg to differ... My poor ears!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love the traditional Malay dance performance held by the CMSA (Cinta Malaysia Students' Association) of UC.&lt;br /&gt;The night went with pairs of eyes looking at me while we took the bus ride home, apparently I said 'pussy' in Malay real loud. Didn't know that it was an actual word but that's the nickname that Nicholas gave to Kit! No wonder he always throws a fit whenever he heard Nicholas call him,'POKIMA!'.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played 'Choi Dai Di' with Nancy and Allan. I won 8 out of 13 rounds. Its mostly luck on my account...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody said so.&lt;br /&gt;The bet to strip was withdrawn as Nancy was awfully horrible this time due to lack of playing for years...&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing again tomorrow. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-3924047675595065546?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3924047675595065546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3924047675595065546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3924047675595065546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3924047675595065546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-lantern-festival.html' title='Chinese Lantern Festival'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1002068431796691253</id><published>2007-03-07T23:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:08:17.901+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cagla Says...</title><content type='html'>Since Monday, I always think that Wednesday will be horrible. The weather will suck, things won't go well,... I assumed that after 2 days of Sunshine and warmth last days of Summer, things will change...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Cagla told me that when the night sky is clear and there are dozens of stars in the night sky, the next day will be a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, last night was a beauty, as I admire God's creation, I thank Him for all the blissful memories as well as all things I had seen...&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up this morning, it was cloudy, and overcast... I thought to myself, that is so opposite from what Cagla said. Boy, I was so wrong, as the day went, the wonderful weather stayed and continued into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of God's love, promises and everything... He will never let you down, even though weather may. He will hold on to you, even if the good weathers do not. He will still put a smile on your face, even if the weather turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I made it for Netball Trial #1. Finally found the place and then did some footwork and training. though it's been about 2 years since I last touched Netball, and I had been playing without much knowledge of the game rules... Playing with Basketball, Athletics and Captain's Ball style.&lt;br /&gt;But, some people I met and played with commented that it's my first time since a long time, I'll take a while to get used to things. I didn't do too badly though... Yeah! Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was so not encouraging... He keep saying that I need more training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-1002068431796691253?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1002068431796691253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1002068431796691253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1002068431796691253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1002068431796691253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/cagla-says.html' title='Cagla Says...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7937244259491974696</id><published>2007-03-06T23:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:03:11.152+13:00</updated><title type='text'>UCanDance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ucandance.org"&gt;www.ucandance.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nicholas, come with me and try out Ballroom dancing...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I can't dance for anything, I'm flat-feet, 2 left feet and 2 left feet that turnd backwards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"You want me to show you the power of my 2 left feet???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Nicholas K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7937244259491974696?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7937244259491974696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7937244259491974696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7937244259491974696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7937244259491974696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/ucandance.html' title='UCanDance'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8872152002046514419</id><published>2007-03-06T04:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:20:17.199+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Beside You</title><content type='html'>Wahoo~ Finished the show... I'm sad that it's over now!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm harbouring a huge crush for Mike He Jun Xiang. He's such a hottie with a killer look. OMG....&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that if Nicholas signed up to be a model and got famous, went to expand his career by signing up with a company in Taiwan and then getting scouted for an Idol drama, he'll be more successful than Mike. =P&lt;br /&gt;Totally dig this show. Can't express how much I like it. Even started listening and reciting the lyrics of Ai Mei by Rainie Yang.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows my Chinese, it sucks. If anyone knows my hatred against Chinese, it's unbelievably horrendous. If anyone knows how I dislike affiliation with Chinese to such extend of my own skin, and Chinese personals....&lt;br /&gt;This show has turned me around (just a wee bit!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8872152002046514419?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8872152002046514419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8872152002046514419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8872152002046514419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8872152002046514419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/devil-beside-me.html' title='Devil Beside You'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5147250367391062580</id><published>2007-03-06T02:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:31:58.568+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Trial</title><content type='html'>So I prepared myself for Netball trial, though my butt muscles ache from canoeing yesterday, don't know why but...&lt;br /&gt;I was rather disappointed. I went to the Recreation centre, when the receptionist said that the team manager didn't book the Sports Hall for trial, I had tried getting hold of Lydia, the team manager, for half an hour. My phone credit went below $5 just from the calls.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally walk back home, she texted 'Its at Hagley Courts'.&lt;br /&gt;How rude... No apologies, no nothing and it's so tardy a reply.&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired and made myself instant noodles for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I will just try again on Wednesday. hopefully, things will turn out better than today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5147250367391062580?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5147250367391062580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5147250367391062580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5147250367391062580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5147250367391062580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/netball-trial.html' title='Netball Trial'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-233878837005444564</id><published>2007-03-05T03:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:46:52.085+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netball trial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;tomorrow at &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sports' Hall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recreation Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I'll make it into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Unigames&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-233878837005444564?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/233878837005444564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=233878837005444564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/233878837005444564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/233878837005444564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/netball.html' title='Netball!!!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2297297014354331019</id><published>2007-03-05T03:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:39:34.229+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Kit's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So it was Kit's birthday, we went near the Bridge of Remembrance to have picnic at the foot of a fallen navy personal's statue. He was on his way back from the South Pole. The quote from his journal is awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chocolate mud cake. It's so delicious even though its on sale for $2.50! Mathias, Cagla's friend, finished the left-over and even scrapped the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picnic, we went to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punting in the Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antigua Boatsheds, 2 Cambridge Tce, Christchurch, NEW ZEALAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we rented 2 double seaters canoes and paired-up. Cagla with Kit and Nicholas and I. Because the experienced kayak-ers/'paddlers' are Kit and I. So Nicholas sat in the front and I sat in the back so that I can steer the direction of the canoe as well as stay in charge of the canoe, I hate capsizing and I am proud to have maintain a record of 0 capsizing in the past 4 years of my life. I learnt to paddle at OBS during my sports leadership training in Secondary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While paddling, Nicholas ended scooping Avon river water onto my face rather than moving the canoe forward and helping to power the canoe. He had done the paddling in the opposite direction of me while we struggled to free ourselves from the banks. We had gone zig-zag most of the time, rather than staying on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drenched through to my undies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to meet up with Cagla's friends to see the inter-college competition near the square. I saw St. Andrews' College marching in to perform their music piece in Irish bag-piping style... Or was it Scottish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038077410446530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/RerYtkCV1nI/AAAAAAAAACk/yxeYUhF07Lk/s400/100_1221_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A band practicing in the background.Kit Hopcutt, Nicholas, Rachel, Cagla &amp; Mathias[From Left -&gt; Right]).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2297297014354331019?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2297297014354331019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2297297014354331019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2297297014354331019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2297297014354331019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/kits-birthday.html' title='Kit&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/RerYtkCV1nI/AAAAAAAAACk/yxeYUhF07Lk/s72-c/100_1221_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7750897618611380331</id><published>2007-03-04T02:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:31:24.135+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="germannz" name="germannz"&gt;Admission requirements&lt;/a&gt; (for application into NUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Abitur and New Zealand University Entrance, Bursaries and Scholarship Examination or National Certificate of Educational Achievement Level 3  &lt;br /&gt;Please submit your examination result slip and certificate by 21 February 2007. &lt;br /&gt;Please submit an acceptable &lt;a href="http://www.nus.edu.sg/oam/apply/cate/#Elang"&gt;English Language&lt;/a&gt; score with your application by 21 February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha... Look at this! New Zealand, the irony of requiring a Singaporean to do IELTS.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that NUS rank top 20 in the world, you should be humble and not demanding so much from a Singaporean International student.&lt;br /&gt;IELTS sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7750897618611380331?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7750897618611380331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7750897618611380331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7750897618611380331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7750897618611380331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-265377382028960103</id><published>2007-03-04T01:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:26:21.574+13:00</updated><title type='text'>C.U.B.A. (Canterbury Uni Boardriders Association)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to their welcoming party the night beofre, it was an unorganised, last minute attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I had incurred the wrath of Nicholas. As I didn't tell him that I was going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The 'party' was a disappointment, when I got there with Cagla, we were overwhelmed by their breaths... Cigerettes, Marajuana...Booze...Hammered...Wasted...Pissed...Each and everyone of them, except the people guarding the entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've just met a few of Cagla's friends who were associated with other friends of mine... Before long, I was off back home, forsaking the 'DUMP'----What I call the remains of a house but no longer one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really thought that it'd be something different, but have you watched Lords of Dogtown? Well, I love that show, the situation is pretty much the same except that the Kiwi life isn't as interesting. A bunch of flukes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Did I mention that as soon as I got into the party, a boardrider lost control of his board and it went flying into my direction aiming for my brains. If I was any closer, I'd be in the ICU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-265377382028960103?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/265377382028960103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=265377382028960103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/265377382028960103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/265377382028960103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuba-canterbury-uni-boardriders.html' title='C.U.B.A. (Canterbury Uni Boardriders Association)'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4067248215623681415</id><published>2007-03-04T01:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:14:56.336+13:00</updated><title type='text'>University DIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO I have to pay my tuition fees, I can't due to the limitations of my !(#*$)%^&amp;amp; HSBC a/c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pissed off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been bothering about it since Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going to and fro, from University to bank, to another bank to another alternative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know everything, I'm a student, maion motive= study, not minding about educational business politics/policy or entics or $$$ cash-flow problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a waste of my mentality, concentration and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray, pray and pray that things will go well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4067248215623681415?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4067248215623681415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4067248215623681415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4067248215623681415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4067248215623681415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/university-die.html' title='University DIE!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6912265054906523509</id><published>2007-03-04T01:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:10:28.680+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes...</title><content type='html'>Blessed belated birthday, Mum!&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you that you were the best God-given gift?&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the times when you'd say in broken English,&lt;br /&gt;'Jesus loves you, Jesus be with you.'&lt;br /&gt;'You must love Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;'Mummy and daddy will always love you...'&lt;br /&gt;'you are whom I can depend on...'&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, you're the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 1st March 1955&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6912265054906523509?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6912265054906523509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6912265054906523509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6912265054906523509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6912265054906523509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4989304260189885059</id><published>2007-02-28T23:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:27:25.479+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened yesterday???</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the eve of the first day of Autumn. Weather's drastic change got many people ill. I was one of them... I knew it as soon as I started class and I had only the time to buy Immune Supplements and such in the evening. I also had to do laundry and it tooked me hours. By then when I went into the shower, as I switched on the taps, there was hardly any hot water and I was wondering why was it taking such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;As I got soap on my face and hair, I realised that the water turned completely cold. In desperation, I screamed for somebody to hear me. At that moment, I felt like I was living in Cambodia where hot water is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy came to my rescue and she made 3 rounds of boiling hot water in the kettle and passing to me before I finished showering. Spent nearly an hour and a half in the bathroom withstanding the cold temperature drop, shivers, scalded hand and nearly scalded body.&lt;br /&gt;After everything, my flu got worse naturally.&lt;br /&gt;I downed so many pills and such.&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting a little insy whinsy better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4989304260189885059?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4989304260189885059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4989304260189885059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4989304260189885059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4989304260189885059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-happened-yesterday.html' title='What happened yesterday???'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8021120077235876231</id><published>2007-02-27T01:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:17:29.149+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Rastafarian Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815624396031154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPoSZ8xLI/AAAAAAAAABk/IkzuQD_OsKg/s200/Rastafarian+Dog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPoCZ8xKI/AAAAAAAAABc/nPfmJEaTqKc/s1600-h/Rastafarian+Dog+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815620101063842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPoCZ8xKI/AAAAAAAAABc/nPfmJEaTqKc/s200/Rastafarian+Dog+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPZiZ8xFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QaBJXzH9Pbw/s1600-h/Rastafarian+Dog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815370992960594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPZiZ8xFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QaBJXzH9Pbw/s200/Rastafarian+Dog+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPZiZ8xGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hT9gmTGooUE/s1600-h/Rastafarian+Dog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815370992960610" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPZyZ8xJI/AAAAAAAAABU/SMDyL9y87z4/s200/Rastafarian+Dog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/28572532-8021120077235876231?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8021120077235876231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8021120077235876231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8021120077235876231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8021120077235876231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/02/rastafarian-dog.html' title='Rastafarian Dog'/><author><name>La Belle</name><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/_gFlwU5cxge4/ReLPoSZ8xLI/AAAAAAAAABk/IkzuQD_OsKg/s72-c/Rastafarian+Dog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8269949046680796335</id><published>2007-02-27T00:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:11:57.082+13:00</updated><title type='text'>International Assistant aka Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Since the start of this year, I had been appointed the post of being the UCSA President's representative for UC Library Committee, joined the International Assistant programme and now, I had been appointed to be the Class representative for BIOL230 - Genetics course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;What happened today got something to do wiith my role as a mentor. I was given a list of my mentees and as told, I had contacted them via email within 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;There was a Malaysian [F], Canadian [M], 2 US [M] and a German [F] --Those letters in the brackets represent their sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Well, this was what I emailed to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your International Assistant aka Mentor, and I'm available to help you with University Orientation as well as knowing how stuffs work in UC (ie. workloads, 'where to get good food?', clubs @ UC etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet introduced myself, but I reckon it'll be best if we meet on Mon 25th Feb for Pizza (won't be costly, promise)? Then we can get to know each other there. Ilam field will be the venue, we'll meet by the BNZ in the UCSA building, ground floor, at 6pm. The Pizza Hut is at Bush Inn Shopping Mall. We shall take a short walk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can or can't make it, please tell me asap @ ***********.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Deborah Marcella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Well, one did replied and he said that he was going to be late so I was cool with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Then, I went for my class at 11am today. It was packed and I went up to this girl and asked her if I could seat beside her, she obliged. Went on the say hi to Margaret but I felt bad that I didn't say much to the girl who sat beside me. I then introduced myself to her and she told me that her name was (pronounced as Sha~la) and she was originally from Turkey but had lived in Germany now. We got to know each other and I proceeded to pass my diary to her and asked her to jote down her details for me. I overlooked at her as she wrote (yeah, class was that uninteresting...) and then I realized that the name seemed familiar. And she was also from Germany. And it was listed in the prpofile that she was doing Biotechnology. So I casually asked her if she had signed up for a International Mentor. She said yeah and no. She don't really know what I said. But later as I explained, she realized that I was the one who emailed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;We head for out Laborotory class together and we even had seats beside each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;As its time for the Pizza Dinner, nobody turned up as I waited for half an hour. I was discouraged and upset but we still had pizza dinner with Nancy and Allan instead. We ordered Cheese pizza, Italian Beef pizza without the beef and pepperoni and seafood pizza. We had fun chatting along the way and back to my flat as we happily ate our dinner. We were rather famished at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;the night ended prettty bad as we watched the Oscar and was disappointed that the Infernal Affairs' Hollywood version, The Departed, won the Best Picture. We were disgrunted at the ignorance of the Americans as The Departed was adapted from the Hong Kong blockbuster hit and not from Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Well, that's about what happened, I am sure that I should reveal what we did in the lab today. Its rather morbid and cruel. Okay, fine, we had to spray CO2 into the gloy bottle containing Drosophila flies, out experiment. after they KO, we then paralysed them with ether. I think I over-dosed them and killed most of them. Well, the Professor said that it was alright to sacrifice some lab-flies in the name of Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I was rather grossed out by them anyway, so I tried to save what lives I can and without a choice, I killed the rest by drowning them in a bottle of liquid qith the label "Morgue" on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Rather cold and limpy humour I reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8269949046680796335?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8269949046680796335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8269949046680796335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8269949046680796335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8269949046680796335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/02/international-assistant-aka-mentor.html' title='International Assistant aka Mentor'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7619213194553977553</id><published>2007-02-26T03:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:48:30.102+13:00</updated><title type='text'>University Semester 1...star-to</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I post anything, I'm resuming as the University starts. Lots of things had happened. Not all are good news, but each and every single one are post-worthy. Will tell them in the next post. For now, I'm too excited to get back to studies,... can't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for today, I went over to Nicholas's house and helped his mother to fix some computer glitches to enable her to view Korean and Japanese dramas and movies online. After, we went to have dimsum at Qpot at Wairaki road. Then to end our lovely day, we had a short debate before going to Westfield Mall to watch Hannibal Rising as well as shopping for Eleanor's birthday present. Time flies. It's the end of February and the Idle of March draws near.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will update more about my life soon. For now, some tags are not exactly right. Will right my tags as soon as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7619213194553977553?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7619213194553977553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7619213194553977553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7619213194553977553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7619213194553977553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2007/02/university-semester-1star-to.html' title='University Semester 1...star-to'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6962592514617506587</id><published>2006-11-15T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:25:54.550+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>This is my 4th day back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It's insane having to see much changes in my community, my home, my living space...the big city too...an additional shopping mall, Vivo City?!? Wow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been finding a job and going for countless interviews. I haven't found one yet but I'm still seeking opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mess back at home. Ruth's having A'Levels and Joel is have supplementry exams, my granny is back on her feet but she's still her same old self, annoying everybody around. I am not annoyed by her though----not yet anyway...  XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see everybody...going to celebrate SQ's birthday at Grand Copthorne... She'll be having a PJ party...so there's games, constant yapping and clean fun!---Wait a minute, 'clean fun'?!?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6962592514617506587?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6962592514617506587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6962592514617506587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6962592514617506587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6962592514617506587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/11/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7566451890285418383</id><published>2006-11-08T01:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:59:31.078+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Bale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7028/3487/1600/120037434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 214px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7028/3487/200/120037434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Nancy Bale, my flatmate from Kahu Lodge. She's the real raw deal, meet the Rocker. She's born in Hong Kong and has a chinese name. She had a rock band in Vietnam and she does gigs... She plays the piano and drums. She dances and she loves it. She's a clubber, a party-goer, drinker... She's kind, adventurous, lively, outgoing, clever, tough, awesome-to-boot and she never lets you down. I thank God for her. She's really my twin, the twin I'ver never had... We wear the same clothing size, we are of the similar height, we love the same stuffs (just not the same guy), we are crazy, we are oddlings for doing weird stuffs and we're always game to do them. I love her to bits... She's really that adorable. God bless her! Glad that I'm spending the next 2 years with her...  =)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Guys out there, she's the hot-chick, the one you've yearn over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7566451890285418383?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7566451890285418383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7566451890285418383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7566451890285418383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7566451890285418383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/11/nancy-bale.html' title='Nancy Bale'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8320784024524542881</id><published>2006-11-07T23:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:25:00.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spiralling into Depression . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Crying for Someone to Understand Me&lt;/span&gt; .  I am Lost . I am Stagnant in my Christian-hood . I am Going to Hell . I Need to be Saved . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Missing my Comfort&lt;/span&gt; . Confidence MIA'd . Help Me Save Myself . I am in a Neverending Maze . Lost to the Materialism . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Body-issues&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Relationship on the Rocks&lt;/span&gt; . I can't Breakout of the Vortex . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hate Myself&lt;/span&gt; . Numb . Freaking-out . Feeling Psychotic and Sensing Things . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In Desperation&lt;/span&gt; . Vanish into Oblivion . Drowning . My Life is Fucked-up . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Losing my Integrity&lt;/span&gt; . Losing my Senses . Creeped by the Creepy . Holding on to the Word of God . Decipating into Lies and Deception . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Scavanger of Leftovers&lt;/span&gt; . Stumbling . Falling hard . No Control . Hate . Anger . Aura of Negativity Consuming Me . &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hold my Hand, please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8320784024524542881?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8320784024524542881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8320784024524542881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8320784024524542881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8320784024524542881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/11/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold my hand!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-530202660239700210</id><published>2006-11-03T22:24:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:58:16.660+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Europe Music Award 2006</title><content type='html'>I had been anticipating for months to catch the MTV Europe Music Award, but it turned out to be a total disappointment. There were lots of lousy performances hardly conforming to standards, even MTV Asia Music Award was better hosted with better performances, it was more creative and inspirational. So it just proves that Justin Timberlake is a horrible host, some major icons were no-shows, Madonna was not on screen, neither was Robbie nor Red Hot Chili Peppers... It was a complete waste of time for me, staring at the screen for 3 hours for something good. How disappointing! I love Nelly Furtado's faux tattoos on her arms, her performance was 1 of the 3 awesome performances; followed by Muse and then The Killers. I dislike the tall guy in The Killers, he is so stuck-up and caught up in his own world that just leaves nothing to reality. Timbaland is no hot-shot producer, he is just all big crappy-assed talk. Kanye West should have won the Video Award rather than some silly European band that is just not heard-of at all... Their video sucked! Christina Aguilera's speech for winning the Best Female Act was just complete bull-shit. If she really cared for all the efforts she put to grip the prize, she sould just put in a little more effort and appear on-scene and not via telecast, she is so long-winded too.&lt;br /&gt;I can't impress how much MTV Europe Music Award 2006 was a total bum. Lordi's 'Hard Rock Hallelujah' is so not necessary...Halloween's over people. It's 3rd of November, we do not need hell on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-530202660239700210?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/530202660239700210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=530202660239700210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/530202660239700210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/530202660239700210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/11/mtv-europe-music-award-2006_03.html' title='MTV Europe Music Award 2006'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5301393551167449298</id><published>2006-11-02T01:18:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:18:41.524+13:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I Decided To Quit...</title><content type='html'>One Day I Decided To Quit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to&lt;br /&gt;have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good&lt;br /&gt;reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care&lt;br /&gt;of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew&lt;br /&gt;from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing&lt;br /&gt;came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the&lt;br /&gt;second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again,&lt;br /&gt;nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."&lt;br /&gt;He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I&lt;br /&gt;would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo&lt;br /&gt;seed. I would not quit." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But&lt;br /&gt;just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had&lt;br /&gt;spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and&lt;br /&gt;gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my&lt;br /&gt;creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling,&lt;br /&gt;you have actually been growing roots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a&lt;br /&gt;different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can&lt;br /&gt;help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5301393551167449298?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5301393551167449298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5301393551167449298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5301393551167449298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5301393551167449298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-day-i-decided-to-quit.html' title='One Day I Decided To Quit...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-51647867595203900</id><published>2006-10-31T23:51:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:12:10.552+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth Chin's CV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Advertising for my good friend, Kenneth. Girls, he's really wonderful, but Nicholas is actually the unbeatable, world's best catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Applicant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Chin Fu Wen, Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9/12/87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Blood Type:&lt;/span&gt; A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1.71m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;Statistically ~ 1.75-2x a standard girl's weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eyesight:&lt;/span&gt; Perfect (glasses are for deception :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[Blood glucose]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4-5mM (concentration increases to lethal levels when around girls that are sweet.. requires administration of insulin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mean heart rate at rest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;61 bpm (faster when with a girl.. except my mudder.. oops..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Institute of Education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;University of Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Courses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BSc. (Bachelor of Siamming class)&lt;br /&gt;                 MD.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Masters of Disasters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt; PhD.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Pretty hopeless 'Diot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Results for Core Curriculum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Home Economics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A1 (Agar-ation lvl 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Romantic Poetry Writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;H1 (Hopeless One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Wit and Humour Module:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;F (Fantastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Advanced Sappy Songs Singing(ASSS) Module:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;CMI(Cannot Make It)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Independantly-Directed Initiation Of Tenderness(IDIOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Module: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;H2A (Hopelessly 2 Awful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-General Integrated Long-term Affection(GILA)Module:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;U (Unbelievable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Basic Affection and Principles Of Kindness(BAPOK)Module: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;U (Unthinkable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Principles of Advanced Intimacy and Special Emotions of the Heart (PAISEH) Module: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A (adooi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Self Initiated Affirmation of Neutrality(SIAN)Module:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;H1 (Hab1s) (This module is incredibly important when caught in arguments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenneth says:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about jobs today.. and how people write CVs to get their positions.. and then a tot came to my mind.. what about applying to be a boyfriend? *lightbulb lighting up sound* Ah! and then I can send it to my potential employers! Well.. I think it would look something like this...&lt;br /&gt;so... what do u guys think? hahaa.. throw comments and if your a guy hoping that you can chuck your CV here.. I dont think thats effective too.. :P hahaa.. This's will probably seal the fate of my singularity for the rest of my life.. NOOO!!!!! haha! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-51647867595203900?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/51647867595203900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=51647867595203900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/51647867595203900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/51647867595203900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/kenneth-chins-cv_3817.html' title='Kenneth Chin&apos;s CV'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8364216681300746675</id><published>2006-10-31T23:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:43:56.618+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Go To Church?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;spiritually curious, there is still hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why Go To Church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;column, much to the delight of the editor.&lt;br /&gt;It went on for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;weeks until someone wrote this clincher: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;do know this ... They all nourished me and gave me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;dead today!"&lt;br /&gt;When you are DOWN to nothing... God is UP to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;something!&lt;br /&gt;Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;nd receives the impossible!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for our physical and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;our spiritual nourishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;everyone should read this!&lt;br /&gt;"When Satan is knocking at your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8364216681300746675?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8364216681300746675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8364216681300746675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8364216681300746675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8364216681300746675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-go-to-church.html' title='Why Go To Church?'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-4232613977778835124</id><published>2006-10-30T19:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:26:07.836+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of CHEM115 final exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today's another crazy day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was such a windy, rainy and chilly morning, I was up at 6.40am to revise and had a coffee &amp; raspberries breakfast too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then at 9am, I went to the exam hall, praying in tongues as I clutch my bag tightly (containing my Chemistry textbook)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I got there, I was busy finding the people I hangout with and when I did, it was time to enter the exam hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I couldn't even do any real last minute revision!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So I settled down on my seat, placed my pencil case, water bottle, 2 packets of tissue and my watch on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I took a piece of tissue out to blow my nose as my nose was like sniffy from the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A man sitting next to me suddenly stood up and moved further in... I thought that I should do it too for the convenience of those late-comers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I was moving my things, I chuck my used tissue in my pocket and was about to settle down when the male adult (I call him an adult because he's unusually old for a typical uni-student age) said, "Have you got a cold?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[You know how usually when you sneeze your nose or whne your nose is blocked, your ears are rather stuffy too --- So like, you can't hear well?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I misheard him and thought he was asking about the weather and some courtesy stuff, so I said, "No, I don't have a coat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He was going like, "No, no, have you got a cold?"..."I am asking if you got a cold?", real annoyingly loud for the surrounding people to all hear our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I just replied blatantly, "No, I do not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He was trying to justify like he's right and said, "Well, you just blowed your nose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was like looking at him, "It's a cold weather out there, you tend to get sniffy and I was just sniffy. That's all..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Before I could even finish my sentence, he was looking rather indignant like he did nothing wrong, "Well, it's just...This is the exam week and I don't wanna catch a virus or a cold..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[So Singaporeans are kiasu~ I think he's worse than me, I'm not even kiasu.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So I finished my exam with just a few minutes to run-over some questions that I've scribbled in a haste prior to the end of my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I feel happy because, I had only actually studied &amp; revised it for less than 24 hours it's a wrap for Chem and I'll just have 2 more exams to go next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I bought a sour candy home to give Nancy, she is so sweet, she gave me a huge lollipop rock candy for Chem-booster, the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Also, I am not gonna celebrate halloween even though Nancy and Helen are...and I helped them to prep-up the foodstuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;They're gonna dress up as green fairies and drink and eat green stuffs and the lethal alcoholic drink, Absinthe. It contains 90% alcohol. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Made in Bulgaria...Crazy people of the Europe continent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Alright...I've gotta ciao and work hard now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'll be back on the 11th of Nov, 2 weeks from now... erm...Actually, about 12 days from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BTW, I am not allowed to go to clubs and drink alcohol, so if you're planning to hang-out with me, hope we'll do it deb-user-friendly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;God bless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-4232613977778835124?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/4232613977778835124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=4232613977778835124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4232613977778835124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/4232613977778835124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-chem115-final-exam.html' title='The end of CHEM115 final exam.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-1070710652870078260</id><published>2006-10-28T03:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T03:46:42.828+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I Carry Your Heart with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Carry Your Heart with Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by  E.E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart with me&lt;br /&gt;(I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it&lt;br /&gt;(anywhere I go you go, my dear;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate&lt;br /&gt;(for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;I want no world&lt;br /&gt;(for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it is you are whatever a moon always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&lt;br /&gt;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I carry your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dedicate this poem to my dearest Ashley, Brenda, Faith and Jasmine.  I dedicate it to my darling Celestine, Ruey Jen, Yew Chong, Elle, Elena, Nancy and my close buddies.  I dedicate this poem to my sweet Fernie, Nadiya, Romona and Xue Ling.  I dedicate this to my loving family and most of all, my darling Nicholas K.C.W.!&lt;br /&gt;You all hold a permanent place in my heart, forever and ever.  I love y&lt;/span&gt;ou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28572532-1070710652870078260?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/1070710652870078260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=1070710652870078260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1070710652870078260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/1070710652870078260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-ee.html' title='I Carry Your Heart with Me'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5100226060450627702</id><published>2006-10-27T02:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:59:20.943+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My dear child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* The day that you see me old (am I already not?), have patience and try to understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* If I get dirty while eating, if I cannot dress, have patience with me.  Remember the hours I spent teaching you to eat and dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* If I repeat myself a thousand and one times on a same subject (when conversing with you), do not interrupt me, just listen to me.  When you were young, I had to read you the same story a thousand and one times before you fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Neither shame me nor scold me when I do not want to shower; Remember when I had to make up thousands of excuse just to get you to have a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* When you see my ignorance on new technologies, give me time and teach me how to deal with them, do not look down on me or mock me.  I taught you many things - how to eat well, to dress well - to confront life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* When I forget some moments of our memories or lost thread of our conversations, let me take time to remember, if I cannot, do not fret, as being with you and to have you listening to me is far more important than my conversation or those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* If I should ever not want to eat, do not force me.  I know well when I need to and when not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*When my limbs are tired and I cannot continue walking, give me your hand - the same way as I did when you made your first steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* When someday, I say to you that I do not want to live any longer and I want to die, do not be upset with me - some day, you will understand. My age is not lived but survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* You will discover that despite all my mistakes, I always want the best for you and I try to prepare the way for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* You must not feel uncomfortable at seeing me near you.  You must be by my side, try to understand me and help me as I did for you when you started living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Help me to walk and end my existance with love and patience. I will repay you with a smile and the immense love I always have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love you, my child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your father.&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/28572532-5100226060450627702?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5100226060450627702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5100226060450627702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5100226060450627702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5100226060450627702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/fathers-letter.html' title='A Father&apos;s Letter'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5904890599687047265</id><published>2006-10-23T23:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:31:26.193+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany Day!</title><content type='html'>Since Friday the 13th of October, lots of things have been happening...&lt;br /&gt;It's Stein Day on the 13th of October, the last day for drinking, partying and all crazy things that uni-students do ends on this day and the next day onwards would be the 'crunch' time for final exams of 2006. It's my first time observing the crazy UC trend of mass drunken 'orgy' and puke-delic 'delight'... People wake up at 4.30am to get pissed and wasted (terms of UC studetns getting more than just tipsy but really dead drunk...). Girls have Champagne breakfast, guys have Beer keg breakfast and the Stein day doesn't go off without a 'Bang!', this year's theme is Madhatter's Tea Party (from 10am - 4pm)... A party ain't no typical school party without mosh pits, thousands of drunkards, bands on the stages and security (to 'shoo' those who are too pissed to party).&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't sleep till 5am of Friday the 13th. I was busy arranging the pick-ups of my darling Elena and her friend, Toya, they came down from Auckland just to visit me till Sunday afternoon. It was a mess-up, I assume that they were coming in the morning and I was in no shape to wake up at 8.30am to pick them up but in the end of the whole 'hoo-haa', they were actually gonna arrive at 9pm at night... So I bothered my roommate, Allen, for nothing. Nancy and Helen got girls together for Champagne breakfast at 9.30am and we had berries with ice creams, champagne and pancakes. The pancakes were failures but we still ate them with much joy... It's a celebration to get drunk right??!? Well, I was not drunk at all after finishing 6 champagnes with 6 girls altogether. Then Allen (another Allen, well, it's Nancy's boyfriend----Allen) came over with some invited guests and more champagnes and people!!! But there was this uninvited, self-invited, Allen-crazy, Kiwi girl called I-can't-remember-her-name-now-because-she-is-so-annoyingly-irritating-for-always-self-inviting-herself-to-parties-or-such! Yeah... But that's not the interesting part! We chased her out anyway... I just hate people whom I do not know to come over and see my place and know where I live and stalk me or something... ^*##! I do not even invite certain friends over, only close friends are invited...&lt;br /&gt;So Nancy, Helen and Ellie (Helen's classmate) went for the Tea party and I went back to bed to sleep till Nancy and Helen got back at 4pm... They were wasted but Nancy was far worse, she got so drunk and got pushed into the mosh pit by Helen and Ellie and lost the bag that contains all 3 of them's belongings. She than vomitted twice which got her the boot from the party and Ellie was nowhere to be found then, so Helen and Nancy were forced to leave without Ellie. I was awakened to help Helen and Nancy 'clear-up themselves'. Helen was drunk but she was telling me the whole story about what happened to Nancy and Nancy puked the 3rd time while she was laid to rest on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;Ellie came over an hour later sobbing when she finally found Helen and Nancy in the flat, a huge sign of relieve overwhelmed her. We tried to comfort her and got her to settle a little before making phone calls to cancel all her credit and debit cards, she lost her purse and handphone. Nancy lost her student ID and flat keys while Helen lost her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Then while they were more sober, a neighbour living closely to the entrance of the lodge knocked at our doors. He claimed to have sliped an envelope with $40 into our front door at 9:30 on the week's Tuesday morning. We felt sorry for him yet we're completely bewildered because none of my flatmates and I saw any envelope let alone the money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5904890599687047265?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5904890599687047265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5904890599687047265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5904890599687047265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5904890599687047265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/epiphany-day.html' title='Epiphany Day!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-678645864048356001</id><published>2006-10-15T01:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:14:01.378+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that still Hurts...</title><content type='html'>yeah, din wanna talk to anybody frm church. Yeah i agree&lt;br /&gt;with you, it wld be great if we all cld go back to where we&lt;br /&gt;were much innocent and happier days. The days where all&lt;br /&gt;of us would meet up for movies and talk and eat and do suff&lt;br /&gt;together. The nites we spent together watching movies,&lt;br /&gt;chatting praying and bitching about ppl we dun like. Study&lt;br /&gt;for our O's together...its so wounderful. Best time was when&lt;br /&gt;we worship together in church, it was the coolest thing to&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time and distance has changed us and we all went&lt;br /&gt;through diff phrase of our lives without each other not being&lt;br /&gt;able to do stuff together is so horrible. Sometimes i just&lt;br /&gt;wish i dun know u or bren so that it won't hurt so much when&lt;br /&gt;i miss u gals. I'm a different person now, and so are you,&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday we'll catch up and be like best sisters once&lt;br /&gt;again, but i'll have to wait for u to come back, but even if u&lt;br /&gt;did, u'll still have to go back to NZ, which hurts all over&lt;br /&gt;again. It's not that i din send you off at the airport because&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed with you or something but i just dun have the&lt;br /&gt;courage to do so and i'll just break down and stuff. Its better&lt;br /&gt;to pretand that nothing is going on and stuff, it makes things&lt;br /&gt;and emotions so much easier to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-678645864048356001?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/678645864048356001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=678645864048356001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/678645864048356001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/678645864048356001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-that-still-hurts.html' title='Something that still Hurts...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-6060892284259106549</id><published>2006-10-15T00:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:04:29.072+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into  the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost  touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it  slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital&lt;br /&gt;It was sent by a medical doctor.&lt;br /&gt;This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she&lt;br /&gt;wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;since she never will.&lt;br /&gt;She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and&lt;br /&gt;have a family of her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-6060892284259106549?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/6060892284259106549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=6060892284259106549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6060892284259106549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/6060892284259106549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/slow-dance.html' title='Slow Dance'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5777153025787270525</id><published>2006-10-12T17:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:19:09.989+13:00</updated><title type='text'>God exist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanations of why God allows pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbers shop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair &amp; an un trimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barbershop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards like that man outside." "Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the World."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5777153025787270525?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5777153025787270525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5777153025787270525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5777153025787270525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5777153025787270525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-exist.html' title='God exist!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7573794956747575692</id><published>2006-10-12T16:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:05:22.550+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Dictionary's latest definitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oxford Dictionary's latest definitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divorce &lt;/span&gt;: Future tense of marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cigarette&lt;/span&gt; : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp; a fool on the other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lecture &lt;/span&gt;: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; : The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compromise&lt;/span&gt; : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt; : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt; : A place where success comes before work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conference Room&lt;/span&gt; : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt; : A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Office &lt;/span&gt;: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt; : The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etc.&lt;/span&gt;: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt; : Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt; : The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atomic Bomb &lt;/span&gt;: An invention to end all inventions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philosopher&lt;/span&gt; : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diplomat&lt;/span&gt; : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opportunist&lt;/span&gt; : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimist &lt;/span&gt;: A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miser&lt;/span&gt; : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father &lt;/span&gt;: A banker provided by nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criminal&lt;/span&gt; : A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt; : Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politician&lt;/span&gt; : One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-7573794956747575692?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7573794956747575692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7573794956747575692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7573794956747575692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7573794956747575692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/oxford-dictionarys-latest-definitions.html' title='Oxford Dictionary&apos;s latest definitions'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-422010519615082574</id><published>2006-10-11T03:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:59:52.055+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day: Perorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="hw"&gt;perorate&lt;/span&gt; \PUR-uh-rayt\, &lt;i&gt;intransitive verb&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="perorate" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; To conclude or sum up a long discourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; To speak or expound at length; to declaim. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- SECBR --&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="examples"&gt;These people don't talk, they &lt;strong&gt;perorate&lt;/strong&gt;, pontificate, bombast.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jean Charbonneau, "Biographer's quest becomes self-searching journey",  &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denverpost.com/"&gt;Denver Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, January 28, 2001&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="examples"&gt;Our mother favored a staccato, stand-up style; if our father could &lt;strong&gt;perorate&lt;/strong&gt;, she could condense.&lt;br /&gt;-- Annie Dillard, "The Leg In The Christmas Stocking: What We Learned From Jokes",  &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, December 7, 1986&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="examples"&gt;You may &lt;strong&gt;perorate&lt;/strong&gt; endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;-- Richard Elman, "A Rap on Race",  &lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;, June 27, 1971&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="line"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perorate&lt;/i&gt; comes from Latin &lt;i&gt;perorare&lt;/i&gt; "to speak at length or to the end," from &lt;i&gt;per-&lt;/i&gt;, "through, throughout," + &lt;i&gt;orare&lt;/i&gt;, "to speak."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-422010519615082574?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/422010519615082574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=422010519615082574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/422010519615082574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/422010519615082574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/word-of-day-perorate.html' title='Word of the Day: Perorate'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-8483662519143720704</id><published>2006-10-11T03:41:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:55:44.928+13:00</updated><title type='text'>UCSSS AGM --------- Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I haven't been sleeping, because I slept late last night and woke up at 3pm today and now, I just spend time by studying Biology for my finals in 5 weeks' time. Gee... There are just too many terminologies and boring concepts which are so repetitive~. I use to perorate, but now, I think my textbook is worse than me!!! However, if my textbook doesn't perorate endlessly, expounding all plausible meanings of anything and everything, than it wouldn't be called a textbook... So I guess I still perorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I couldn't sleep because I am thinking of the UCSSS AGM and my entics. I feel dumb! I guess I deserve not to be given a post because I wasn't prepared and I hadn't fully anticipated the intensity of the AGM. I was late for it too, thus, giving others the bad impression. And I just blabbered at every post I was called to run for (either by sabotage or by others' sincerity). So to perorate, I am a dummy who acted as an opportunist and missed out overall in everything. Darn it! Maybe it just wasn't my calling (trying to comfort myself~)... Ah! I just made a mess and I acted like a clown in front of the majority of the club members...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It is funny how I used to ridicule this club and how I found it dumb and all. Now, I am the dummy, what goes around, comes around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(X.X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-8483662519143720704?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/8483662519143720704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=8483662519143720704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8483662519143720704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/8483662519143720704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/ucsss-agm-part-ii_11.html' title='UCSSS AGM --------- Part II'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-3703135489511735365</id><published>2006-10-11T01:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:11:29.104+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Drako Orion...</title><content type='html'>So I decided to have a light topic aside to balance out the other blog...&lt;br /&gt;A name describes and characterize the person who is known by it. If you do not want people to respect you, give yourself a crap name. To avoid embarassments, I will certainly not call my child, Dick (Even though Dick is derived from Richard which is a King's name), Kitty, Piggy, Rainy, Cloudy, Pussy, Sunny or names of flora and fauna. Yes! I do know of such people with such ridiculous names (Some are Chinkese from Ching Chong China!). They say dogs look like their owners, these people are as what their names describes. If you don't respect yourself, how is anyone else gonna respect you?!?...&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin who does not strive to succeed for himself and he have thoughts of only how to strike it rich!... My dad's company is employing people to train and do some manual office tasks. My dad called this cousin for interview. If the person isn't a Christian name, that particular word that befits the title should be English, as in English name!... Right?!?.&lt;br /&gt;So this is what my dad said word for word on the sms:-  {This is my thoughts}&lt;br /&gt;Matthias, this name was derived out of a sudden when on the first day of work, I asked whether he had a Christian name which will be easy for addressing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;{I already had an inkling that it would sound like a joke. I was sniggering... I know... I am a bad ass biatch--- Adapted from Kendra of the Girls at the Playboy Mansion.} &lt;/span&gt;He told me the name is Drako (something related to Astronomy), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;{I am glad I wasn't there, this cousin of mine have long explainations for everything, he thinks he's knowledgeable--- Well, to a certain extent, I guess. But, poor daddy!}&lt;/span&gt; I told him that it sound like a duck, then he said how about Orion (to me its worse, like a dead duck) and he said the name is supposedly Drako Orion Koh (I felt darkness creeping). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;{Ooh~! I've heard of my cousin telling my siblings and I his name when we were wee little kiddies...}&lt;/span&gt; I told him tha it is too "chim" for people to comprehend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;{Rolling my eyes out~ Like duh~!}&lt;/span&gt; In order to save him from future mockery, I recall Matthias from somewhere and introduce it to him, surprisingly, he accepted. The funny thing is thsat when I mentionto my colleagues a trainee named Matthias, the first thing they asked, "Is he an Indian?", I think this name scarcely being used but, (...ha...ha) starting with him, it is going to be popular... . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;{SO UNREAL!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-3703135489511735365?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/3703135489511735365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=3703135489511735365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3703135489511735365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/3703135489511735365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/drako-orion.html' title='Drako Orion...'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-7026361930336430689</id><published>2006-10-10T21:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:53:02.915+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Over the weekend, my dad and mum were somewhat bothered or rather preoccupied with wedding at church "issue" to have a proper conversation with me over the phone.   Mum then called yesterday evening to clear the "issue".   So...  A wedding was held in my parents church sometime ago, the sister of either the bridegroom or the bride (I do not know~) is a strong buddhist who invited 50 dalai lamas to attend the wedding, but 5 turned up instead.   Pastor George is the intercessor for my family, he "founded" my parents' church and helped to establish the church.   He prays fervently for the church and for our family everyday, he knows of nothing as he had been led by the Holy Spirit to settle down in Australia.   He communicates with my parents often.  Apparently, he was led to a verse from the book of Isaiah that describes the anger and wrath of God with the church.  God is still mad that the church had been tarnished and descecrated by foreigners who are not pure in His sight (refering to the dalai lamas).&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Nancy and I went to Ezy Video and we rent Saw, The Omen and a quirky show.   I am brought up in an environment that nobody in my house watches horror shows or movies with any spiritual incantation.   Only last year when our dad needed to enact Hell for my mother's play did we watch Constantine.   And there was the other time in 2002, when Tze Hui and I were pulled to watch The Eye by Jessica, Celestine, Genevieve...  Tze Hui and I screamed our heads off and we hardly look at the screen the whole time, only facing each other and scream when the others were screaming...   Oh!  Also, when I was in Indonesia on a mission trip to follow-up on an outreach, my friends and I were staying in the pastor's house and he was watching The Exorcist half-way and I joined him, sitting in such that I was huddling myself  (Actually, I was rooted, I just couldn't get up! I wanted to go away but my legs won't listen, they turned jelly!).   Yeah, so back to the point, I borrowed The Omen because of a reason much the same with the Indonesian pastor's, I wanted to learn how to deal with evil when...  (I shall left that unsaid!).   I should point out that I don't watch horror shows because I get nightmares and I will be very disturbed by what I might see.  I will scream and things as such...  (Leaving unsaid...).  When you let fear of such into your heart, the fear has a grip on you and the fear creeps and gradually takes a hold of your soul.   So I might as well avoid such and be rid of it.   Not to give such entity a chance to have a grip on me...&lt;br /&gt;But after what I heard from my mum, I find myself enlightened with a truth that I knew all along...  God is fearsome more than anything in the universe.   Even demons and spirits tremble before Christ when He proclaim the power of God the Father.  "God is bigger than the bogey-man, He's bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV.  Oh~!  God is bigger than the bogey-man and He's watching out for you and me.", adapted from Vege Tales.  So in reality, I shouldn't fear evil but fear God and to fear God would mean to be humble and to put aside pride, ignorance and obstacles that stand in the way which leads the path to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;If those evil entities are fearing, then people will be worshipping them  (Such is done by cults, religions and Satan worshipping.).   Please note that the world perceives Christianality as a religion but in truth, it is a relationship between the believer and Christ!   So then, God is omni-potent and fearsome, the religious people and cult worshipers than worship the wrong God(s)...  (I shall leave the rest unsaid!).&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all...&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/28572532-7026361930336430689?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/7026361930336430689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=7026361930336430689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7026361930336430689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/7026361930336430689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/fear-god.html' title='Fear God!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-2832262915434467477</id><published>2006-10-05T18:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:27:46.672+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is Joel &amp; Jonathan Lims' 17th birthday... The blog is dedicated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour petits frères (Joel et Jonathan),&lt;br /&gt;              Blessed 17th birthday!  May your walks with Christ grow closer, may your lifes be filled with hope, joy and love.  May you both grow to be Men of Faith and efficient fishers of men before the Lord.  May you both be filled with the grace and wisdom of Christ.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;              Carpe diem (Seize the day)!&lt;br /&gt;              Je t'aime, mes petits chéris (I love you, my little darlings)!&lt;br /&gt;              Dieu vous aime tous les deux (God loves you both).&lt;br /&gt;              Dieu vous bénissent tous les deux (God bless you both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec tout mon amour (With all my love),&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-2832262915434467477?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/2832262915434467477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=2832262915434467477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2832262915434467477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/2832262915434467477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5986458807337983021</id><published>2006-10-04T23:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:28:36.669+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Fernie in French.</title><content type='html'>Bonjour mon cher Fernie, (Hello my dear Fernie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment sont vous? (How are you?)&lt;br /&gt;Je m'ennuie de vous! (I miss you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww~~~ Pourquoi est-ce que je ne peux pas étreindre mon chiot tout en travaillant à mon travail ? (Why can't I hug my puppy while working on my homework?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a blog too,&lt;br /&gt;http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais suivi le vôtre, ainsi je saurai vous faites. (I have been keeping up with yours, so I'll know how you're doing.)&lt;br /&gt;Et vous pouvez savoir je fais aussi. ( And you can know how I am doing too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis dans Christchurch, vivant très près de l'aéroport! (I am in Christchurch, living very near the airport!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving for SG on the 11th of Nov. So yeah, hope to see you either in NZ or SG. Lets hangout like last time and have a good time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieu benissent et font attention. (God bless and take care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bon nombre d'amour toujours, (Lots of love always,)&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Marcella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5986458807337983021?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5986458807337983021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5986458807337983021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5986458807337983021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5986458807337983021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-to-fernie-in-french.html' title='A letter to Fernie in French.'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572532.post-5461844379329741615</id><published>2006-10-04T22:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:07:33.041+13:00</updated><title type='text'>UCSSS AGM!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so bloated now. Today was a rush! Yesterday was a horrible rainy (rainfall duration = 24 hours long)! The weather is still very cold and miserable but at least the sun is shining brightly and it doesn't set till half past 7pm. I am very contented to see the sun again after being in a cloudy, miserable and grey weather.&lt;br /&gt;The day passed real fast. I was lazing at home after finishing my Chem 115's laboratory work. I thought, finally, I can chill or something, but as I finished chatting with Gurnit, Wilson called me. Wilson is the president of UCSSS (U of Canterbury Singapore Student Society), there was an Annual General Meeting happening at 5:30pm. But I completely forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson was like, "Are you coming for the AGM?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Darn! Crap! I forgotten about it." "What the AGM?" "When is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, "Today."&lt;br /&gt;I went in a crumble..."Oh no~ Where is it held?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "At the UCSA, second floor."&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Where?" "What time is the meeting gonna start?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Now." "You'll see us. Just come now~"&lt;br /&gt;I frantically rushed my stuffs, "Okay, I'll be there, late~ But I'll be there in 8 mins."&lt;br /&gt;-Hang up!-&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my stuffs and just ran to campus in my heels (mind you, I'm relieving my modeling days when I ran in my 3 inch heels after the last bus from Buena Vista).&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating, it was insane. I don't even sweat when I work out in the gym at the university's recreation centre.&lt;br /&gt;By then, when I arrived, I tried to look presentable. I was hoping to be elected as the vice-Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;I was in time for the voting. The president of UCSSS is still Wilson. As they start choosing the vice President, I vote for Nicole, calling out for female voice to be in the higher powers of the committee. Just because of that, I was targetted by Andrew and the president of CMSA (Cinta Malaysian Student Association?!?). They just voted for me for every post in every available afterwards. It was like a work out for me, I had to get up when elected and either say I want to run or decline. I tried to be a professional when giving my speech (real short and sweet~). But there are several clowns there, especially Andrew. He pokes fun of everyone, I guess... But I got teased some time and I tried hard to fend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;*Sob! Nicholas wasn't there to back me up because he too forgot about the AGM, so he was just lazing at home. Sad... No full support from Nicholas.*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the AGM ended with Tui, Export Gold and Coke (courtesy of Wilson)!   =)&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's dinner at Ancestral (a Chinese restaurant). I was in an ordering frenzy, calling out steaming dumplings, beef hor fun and Lemon Green tea with grass jelly and coconut jelly. It was a good fellowship time, I made several new friends (there's Katrina, Stella and Nina), and I got to know some people better and met up some pals I haven't seen for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day. I am tired with the capital T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28572532-5461844379329741615?l=sweetness-divine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/feeds/5461844379329741615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28572532&amp;postID=5461844379329741615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5461844379329741615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572532/posts/default/5461844379329741615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-divine.blogspot.com/2006/10/ucsss-agm.html' title='UCSSS AGM!!!'/><author><name>La Belle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
