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  <title>私</title>
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  <author>
    <name>krayle</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-08T17:30:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:95402</id>
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    <title>incredulous</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T17:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T17:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've been hearing that everyone thinks i'm anorexic! &amp;gt;:( what on earth! i'm not la!!! i will like eat a pizza in front of everybody la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&amp;gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:95021</id>
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    <title>grandpa's favourite song</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T01:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T01:28:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there's a land that is fairer than day&lt;br /&gt;and by faith we can see it afar&lt;br /&gt;for the Father waits over the way&lt;br /&gt;to prepare us a dwelling place there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the sweet, by and by,&lt;br /&gt;we shall meet on that beautiful shore&lt;br /&gt;in the sweet, by and by, &lt;br /&gt;we shall meet on that beautiful shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall sing on that beautiful shore&lt;br /&gt;the melodious songs of the blessed&lt;br /&gt;and our spirits shall sorrow no more&lt;br /&gt;not a sigh for the blessing of rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our bountiful Father above&lt;br /&gt;we will offer our tribute of praise&lt;br /&gt;for the glorious gift of His love&lt;br /&gt;and the blessings that hallow our days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:94948</id>
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    <title>friday today</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T15:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T15:15:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">was an okay day. i mean, as okay as it could be with my grandfather's funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciated deaconess's sharing at mandai today. i always appreciate when she teaches. and what i loved about our pastors, today, was how sincere they were. you couldn't miss it from their eyes, the way they spoke. you couldn't miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope mom will be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home in the afternoon and crashed and just COULDN'T pull myself out of bed. finally did at 430, which was the time that i was supposed to meet my performance group mates, and then took a bus down to smu, where we breathed the city air. rehearsal went well, efficient, (rather). hope it all turns out well on tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i'm panicking now because i just thought abt next week and realised how many deadlines and stuff i had due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my working pace totally has to buck up like thousandfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:94584</id>
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    <title>the only pink shirt i will ever wear...</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T06:44:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T06:44:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wants &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/851/Take_Me_To_Tokyo?utm_source=cms&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_content=Take_Me_To_Tokyo&amp;amp;utm_campaign=reprint%20request"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/851/Take_Me_To_Tokyo?utm_source=cms&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_content=Take_Me_To_Tokyo&amp;amp;utm_campaign=reprint%20request&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:94327</id>
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    <title>how long</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T02:53:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T02:53:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="42" /&gt;&lt;form style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" style="font-size: 12px;" value="Search" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=sPr1SosOfi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=sPr1SosOfi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=sPr1SosOfi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=sPr1SosOfi"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/sPr1SosOfi/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/gHj4J19/music/JaYubv7N/al-gordon-how-long/"&gt;How Long - Al Gordon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long 'till I gaze upon Your face?&lt;br /&gt; Gaze upon Your face, gaze upon Your gaze&lt;br /&gt; Jesus, we will gaze upon Your face in the morning light&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How long 'till You wipe these tears away?&lt;br /&gt; Wipe these tears away, wipe these tears away&lt;br /&gt; Jesus, You will wipe these tears away when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I know You will come&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I know You've already won&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I know my Redeemer lives&lt;br /&gt; My Redeemer lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How long 'till there's justice on the earth?&lt;br /&gt; Justice on the earth, justice on the earth&lt;br /&gt; Jesus, there'll be justice on the earth when You come again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know You will come&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I know You've already won&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I know my Redeemer lives&lt;br /&gt;  My Redeemer lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How long 'till we hear the victory roar?&lt;br /&gt; Hear the victory roar, hear the victory roar&lt;br /&gt; Jesus we will hear the victory roar when this race is run&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come, Lord Jesus&lt;br /&gt;We are desperate for you here&lt;br /&gt;  Come, Lord Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;All creation calling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know You will come&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I know You've already won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:94152</id>
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    <title>i just keep watching this on replay.</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T01:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T01:52:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:93769</id>
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    <title>definitely worth the whole 12 minutes of viewership.</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T05:17:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T05:17:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:93639</id>
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    <title>one dollar, one dollar.</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T15:28:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T15:28:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this afternoon my family minus my father who is &lt;strike&gt;enjoying himself&lt;/strike&gt; toiling away in Europe trooped down to Lot One to have a &lt;strike&gt;late lunch&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;early dinner&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;lunner&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;dinch&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;tea&lt;/strike&gt; ARGH at the new york new york branch there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking from the carpark to the mall itself, there was this old lady sitting on the curb, selling tissue. i saw my mom do a double take, but we both walked on, simply because... i dunno. momentum? selfishness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped and said, 'i think i could do with some tissue.' seeing as how the packet in my bag was alrdy half used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i backtracked to the lady and on a spur of the moment, took out a two-dollar note instead of the one dollar coin that i knew i had. she started fishing for more tissue packets while i tried in vain to tell her it was okay, it was for her. she ignored me, drawing out three more packets of tissue and handing them to me. and i took them, because even though part of me wanted to give her that dollar for nothing, another part of me felt that i should take it, out of respect to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could've done more for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, practice went really well today. the team of musicians were all familiar with the songs, other than Consider Christ and O to see the Dawn, and they're definitely at least at that level of skill where we only had to go through the songs a couple of times each before moving on, efficiently practicing 8 songs in about one and a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to remember only Christ and Him crucified, and that we are nothing, absolutely nothing, without that.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope that God was pleased with the practice, our offering of our talents back to Him, tonight. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>left behind haiku</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T11:02:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T11:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;come again another day&lt;br /&gt;rain rain go away</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:93163</id>
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    <title>unabrogable @ 2009-10-12T08:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T00:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T00:57:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:92834</id>
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    <title>writing haikus</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T00:48:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T00:48:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love doing haikus with &lt;strong&gt;isaac&lt;/strong&gt;. all the following are mostly his unless otherwise stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a hint of emo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's human nature&lt;br /&gt;to not write proper haikus-&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wondered why&lt;br /&gt;many people call me shy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kinda random!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is yellow,&lt;br /&gt;the sky is purple. and brown. &lt;br /&gt;i am colourblind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the leaves are brown&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is actually grey-&lt;br /&gt;the song might be real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is splitting.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should get it checked&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just washed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to just utterly..&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..:&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain, go away,&lt;br /&gt;come again another day&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;hellip;] rain, rain, go away&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mine] the sun'll come out&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, betcha bottom&lt;br /&gt;dollar that tomo---- [o_O]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mine] wobbley tummy&lt;br /&gt;wobblewobblewo--[o_O]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;bblewobblewobble. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy wobbles&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;my tummy wobbles&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>margarita</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T14:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T14:11:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i kinda could do with a glass of that now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:92229</id>
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    <title>fed up</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T14:26:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T14:26:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">acting performances were rather fun today. yeah. came home tired and wanting a nap but there wasn't time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went down to fetch isaac from sch and we travelled down to orchard ion. got lost trying to look for the swensons, and when we got there there was a mighty long queue which just made me go T______T and so we went to eat kfc at taka instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my eyes have been horribly dry the whole day and i didn't get my siesta. &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't even remember what i wanted to say. i don't even know why i'm so deadbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. oh yes. i'm sick of wanting things that i can't have. rather, i'm sick of not being able to get things that i want. it doesn't help that isaac has to forgo things that he wants too. it really doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. this is why i don't like commuting on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/unabrogable/pic/0003ehq2/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/unabrogable/pic/0003ehq2/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pisses me off simply coz she plonked herself down in the middle of two seats. i mean, SERIOUSLY. are you THAT FAT???? however i realised that if and when i do get my driving license and a car to terrorize the streets with, i'll probably be honking like crazy at other pple too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, ... sigh okay nvm. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>today was a good day</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T15:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T15:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:91154</id>
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    <title>why</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T15:58:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T15:58:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">does she just have to make things so difficult for everyone to get by?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:90639</id>
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    <title>totally like... whoa.</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T14:09:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T14:09:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whoa. &lt;strong&gt;shiwei's&lt;/strong&gt; photoshoot really did take up the whole day and more. absolutely tiring, utterly dead on my feet, and during noon i actually got nauseous a couple of times, much to the great inconvenience of everyone. but after all it's still fun, esp to have nice girls fussing arnd you making you look pretty hahahahahahaa okk i'm babbling nonsense. buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>erm there was sth that i wanted to blog abt today but i forgot</title>
    <published>2009-09-11T15:21:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-11T15:21:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh but i am rather looking forward to being an editor/writer for the school's epiphany magazine. (: hope i deliver well though, would be terribly sorry to disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note (one that passed my mind and i kinda had to jot down and save in my phone's draft folder a couple of days ago) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you stop from thinking murderous thoughts when being jostled around on the bus from all sides? or with someone's extra large bag sticking into, i dunno, your arm or your side or your butt perhaps. admittedly the streets in Jesus' time must have been infinitely more dirty and busy with the same types of idiots all over the place, for folly is universal and time-transcendent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do you refrain being putting on your most antagonistic personality while commuting alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there was supposed to be more stuff here but i don't feel like thinking, just wanna post sth. and so i leap to my conclusion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my dear friends whom i love and respect, if only the world could consist solely of wonderful people like you. or at least, in my world. then i would not jostle, but give y'all big hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my today:&lt;br /&gt;my marketing presentation group got utterly smashed during Q&amp;amp;A. but well i have my textbook, and i have &lt;strong&gt;isaac&lt;/strong&gt;, so i guess we shouldn't die. hopefully. I think I will finally get to S/U sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am absolutely grateful to the 179A bus uncle who actually stopped the bus for us when he saw jonathan and i racing to catch it, with lydia stumbling along in her heels at back (she is so brave for running in them). it totally made my day, being able to catch a bus that i ran for, as compared to yday when i kept just missing things T_T which pisses me off no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk that is my rather disjointed random blog post of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>mooncake-selling training.</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T15:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T15:54:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay i was in pretty high spirits until i came home and then got cold water dumped all over my ambitions. why do i have a mother who just refuses to budge from her personal comfort zone to help her own daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes! i have plenty from today. okay, actually only three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE #01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my morning class, the teacher was talking abt the daydreamer hero characters in T.A. Hoffman's novelle's, and how they were pretty sentimental and over-indulgent in expressing their feelings. during the break i went out to eat my ham sandwich breakfast. another girl came out to thaw. &lt;br /&gt;Joanna: what do you think of people who always talk about their emotions?&lt;br /&gt;me: it gets tedious. that's why there are psychiatrists, coz nobody else wants to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Joanna: i thought that's what a bartender was for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE #02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mooncake-selling training in the evening. there were some other young pple who were there as well. &lt;br /&gt;person from the company: ... during mooncake season you'll see stalls set up at car-four.&lt;br /&gt;girl on my left: you mean carrefour (pronouncing it right).&lt;br /&gt;person from the company: yeah, car-four. &lt;br /&gt;girl on my left: &lt;em&gt;erupts into smothered giggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE #03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicing our telemarketing skills according to the conversations they printed out for us. &lt;br /&gt;guy1 (the seller): hi, do you remember me? i am [name], i'm your EXBOYFRIEND, do you eat mooncakes?&lt;br /&gt;everybody else: O______O BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>if all things go well</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T08:13:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T08:13:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:89542</id>
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    <title>i need You to love me</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T16:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T16:09:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Why, why are You still here with me &lt;br /&gt; Didn't You see what I've done? &lt;br /&gt; In my shame I want to run and hide myself &lt;br /&gt; But it's here I see the truth &lt;br /&gt; I don't deserve You &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But I need You to love me, and I &lt;br /&gt; I won't keep my heart from You this time &lt;br /&gt; And I'll stop this pretending that I can &lt;br /&gt; Somehow deserve what I already have &lt;br /&gt; I need You to love me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I, I have wasted so much time &lt;br /&gt; Pushing You away from me &lt;br /&gt; I just never saw how You could cherish me &lt;br /&gt; 'Cause You're a God who has all things &lt;br /&gt; And still You want me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Your love makes me forget what I have been &lt;br /&gt; Your love makes me see who I really am &lt;br /&gt; Your love makes me forget what I have been&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by BarlowGirl&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>this is how my sunday went</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T16:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T16:25:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;cast me not away from Thy presence O God&lt;br /&gt;take not Thy Holy Spirit from me&lt;br /&gt;restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation&lt;br /&gt;and renew a right spirit within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i woke up early today to go to church. which was a strange thing for all of us coz we weren't accustomed to morning church. apologies once again to my love for not being able to be there to support him as he led worship in his church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was held in the restaurant. i WAS glad to be there, in answer to your question &lt;strong&gt;paul&lt;/strong&gt;, and at my table were, from my left, jon + paul + martin + marcus + mark + elijah + shaunald + cassandra. (: it was lovely fun. hahahaha. we won half of the quiz prizes, sharing coasters arnd to everybody, and then cheered for the church's birthday. whoohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was this part during intercession where pastor jo's voice suddenly cracked when he was reading the verse from Joshua abt being strong and courageous. at first some of the younger ones thought that it was from stress that he missed a line or sth, but well personally i think it was probably a personal struggle that he was going thru, stress abt leading the church well and helping them grow and things like that. very natural for any leader WHO IS AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING to be afraid like that. why? coz if you really know who you are, you should know that you are sinful and that you are nothing... without God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope he finds his strength and reassurance in the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went down to &lt;strong&gt;alvin&lt;/strong&gt;'s house with some of the other synthesis youth who were involved in the skit filming. heheheh it was awful fun but of course awful tiring too. thank you &lt;strong&gt;benny&lt;/strong&gt; for giving all us westies a lift back. not that you read my blog, but i hope you didn't get lost on your way back after dropping me. wheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm awfully tired. but today was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>'furbelow' sounds obscene</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T13:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T13:16:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but really it just means a superfluous ornament, or flounces in a ladies' dress.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:88478</id>
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    <title>my day, 17-8-09</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T16:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T16:35:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. went thru an ordeal to get mom to drive me to sch coz by the time she got back to me to tell me NO i would be fifteen minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;2. got lost driving coz we were so busy arguing in the car that we missed the exit and drove till tuas dunnowhere.&lt;br /&gt;3. tried to u-turn but got onto the AYE instead of the PIE and WHEREONEARTHAREWEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;4. cdp101. i realised i did NOT miss all those little icebreaker/group dynamics exercises. but i made new friends :D&lt;br /&gt;5. cdp101 part II. i realised that there was gonna be those headache questioning sessions and quibbling over word definitions in this course and it wasn't just an Improvisation thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. told an woman off on the bus for shoving her bag and packets of warm food at me to get onto the train.&lt;br /&gt;7. met isaac and ate fries and ice cream for tea and bacon burger and fries for dinner straight after. &lt;br /&gt;8. angmoh girl whipped arnd in her seat to look at me when i was walking past the table and it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;9. they asked to see my IC when we tried to go watch an NC16 movie. &lt;br /&gt;10. The Hangover gave me a headache. guy humour? to me it was like bad singing. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;11. home? marcus having high fever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unabrogable:87853</id>
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    <title>UP</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T13:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-13T13:56:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090410/May/up-pixar_l.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched UP with &lt;strong&gt;isaac&lt;/strong&gt; today. EVERYBODY should watch it. i laughed and cried, and then laughed and cried some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the happiness and the hilarity of the characters, and of course the very snappy witty way the plot buzzes along, the sadness of losing pple they love is just so heart-rending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps it was that the soundtrack was really really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps both. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>onigiri!</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T13:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-13T13:37:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/unabrogable/pic/0003d78p/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/unabrogable/pic/0003d78p/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who says that you can't use normal rice? (:&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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