<?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-30029844</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:37:01.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God has heard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1302534677907254800</id><published>2008-12-22T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:01:43.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho.</title><content type='html'>I'm moving again! Don't bother with the search. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1302534677907254800?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1302534677907254800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1302534677907254800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1302534677907254800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1302534677907254800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho.html' title='Hohoho.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-4286433350400763930</id><published>2008-09-27T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:10:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you don't feel like working,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SOnVsf_78TI/AAAAAAAAALI/XsR6cl8CM5E/s1600-h/desk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253965400785023282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="354" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SOnVsf_78TI/AAAAAAAAALI/XsR6cl8CM5E/s320/desk.bmp" width="607" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You printscreen your desktop and post it on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/30029844-4286433350400763930?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/4286433350400763930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=4286433350400763930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4286433350400763930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4286433350400763930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-dont-feel-like-working.html' title='When you don&apos;t feel like working,'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SOnVsf_78TI/AAAAAAAAALI/XsR6cl8CM5E/s72-c/desk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7151836320191672763</id><published>2008-08-31T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:29:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in Everything makes Anything out of Something</title><content type='html'>Heal my heart and make it clean,&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart for whats breaks Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Everything i am for Your Kingdom's cause&lt;br /&gt;As i walk from earth into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been better, handling stress better, managing my time better, understanding things better. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move on, and get better - I wanna learn more. Learn as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for protection, wisdom, and everything else - good and bad. I thank God for strength, i thank God for joy, and peace at work. I thank God for a loving family, for a dad who insists that my hair must be totally dry before i go to bed, for a brother who reminds me i'm home earlier than usual by saying, "Ay! So early! its not even 10!" - causing me to be thankful for efficiency at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone - Gavin, Aaron, Nat, Gek, Xuan, Debbie ++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7151836320191672763?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7151836320191672763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7151836320191672763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7151836320191672763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7151836320191672763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-in-everything-makes-anything.html' title='Nothing in Everything makes Anything out of Something'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8121644542610468846</id><published>2008-07-15T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:25:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERK</title><content type='html'>My days have been filled with work and more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2Kg in one week. Which is pretty drastic, considering i went to Vietnam for 3 months, and lost 1 Kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been overwhelming, but no, i'm not gonna resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i worked till 1am-2am in the morning - everyday. It was horrible. As much as fatigue can be accumulated, the fatigue goes away because of the adrenaline you get during work. But the adrenaline actually makes your body work harder - until you finally stop (which is around 2am for me.) By that time - nothing else matters. I sleep at 2+, and wake at 5.30am - and get back to be pumped with adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that even though work has been tough and tough, i have never considered resigning. Despite the many many "Resign la! So not worth it!" comments which i am getting sick of. It doensn't make me feel any better. I'd Shush you right out if i had worse manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern, but i'd rather you be supportive and encourage me to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only person who's supportive is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that i work like he did when he was younger - (and that's true. my personality's more like my dad.) thats why he understands why i stay back so late (many people don't.). Papa tells me to work hard, and assures me that i will see the fruits of my labour. Papa makes me a cuppa Ginseng Drink that i drink every morning before going to work. Papa comforts me by telling me to keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he smsed me, "Waaaah. It seems like i've not seen my daughter for a few years." which i found very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Papa &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, i pray You give me strength. Give me the patience to handle the bothersome Customer Sales Reps. Give me the strength and intelligence to deal with the problems that my people don't know how to solve. Help me to be a joy at work - I want to glorify You. Use me Lord, for your purposes. May my words be pure and clean, may my actions be gracious and pleasing. Lord, lead me in Your ways. Amen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8121644542610468846?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8121644542610468846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8121644542610468846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8121644542610468846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8121644542610468846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/07/verk.html' title='VERK'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3981674891375889389</id><published>2008-07-01T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:17:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving, on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>And you're leaving. I'm gonna miss you so much, so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when you get back, SGLJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3981674891375889389?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3981674891375889389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3981674891375889389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3981674891375889389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3981674891375889389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving, on a jet plane'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6334613711233266502</id><published>2008-06-24T07:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:44:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backspace</title><content type='html'>I miss you :" (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Just like i did to someone else, i deleted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably my way of escaping. Escaping from the temptation to contact you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, i delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backspaced you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6334613711233266502?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6334613711233266502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6334613711233266502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6334613711233266502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6334613711233266502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/06/backspace.html' title='Backspace'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8886345261230636029</id><published>2008-06-11T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:15:57.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8886345261230636029?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8886345261230636029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8886345261230636029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8886345261230636029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8886345261230636029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/06/darren-tio.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-265321782364598548</id><published>2008-06-04T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:43:57.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my 20th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Its not even near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i already know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Complete Series of &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIANA JONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Mummy and Papa for introducing Indiana Jones to me when i was young &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-265321782364598548?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/265321782364598548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=265321782364598548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/265321782364598548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/265321782364598548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-my-20th-birthday.html' title='For my 20th Birthday.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3121691076199326978</id><published>2008-06-01T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:12:27.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SELJ1PUFdYI/AAAAAAAAALA/IQ9xQq1CqI8/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SELJ1PUFdYI/AAAAAAAAALA/IQ9xQq1CqI8/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946035674740098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SELHnoMwlgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jWgi4VAsrMk/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SELHnoMwlgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jWgi4VAsrMk/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206943602813474306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If my life was a chocolate cake, these people would be the Fudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3121691076199326978?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3121691076199326978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3121691076199326978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3121691076199326978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3121691076199326978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/06/cakes.html' title='Cakes'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SELJ1PUFdYI/AAAAAAAAALA/IQ9xQq1CqI8/s72-c/IMG_2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-102287185418151420</id><published>2008-06-01T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:54:44.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheists and Faith.</title><content type='html'>Thank you Ev, for the Rejuvenation :) I love and miss you. Thank you for the card (you gave on grad day.), really sweet gesture. -ALL HAIL LIG Main Comm!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today, and i didn't really understand the message. Although i do agree with one theory that Pastor Khong talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man says, "I believe that there's no God in the world", then i'll salute him and say, "You're a man of great faith!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says that every Christian must have Faith. Faith is the belief, hope for or having complete trust for something without proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has faith, its like - you board a bus, you see a seat, and you sit down. Would you check the quality of materials used to build the bus? Would you question the bus driver to make sure the bus is well maintained? Would you open up the seats to see if there are cockroaches inside? Would you test the maximum weight the seat can withstand before sitting down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Because you have faith, you believe that the bus is functioning well. You trust that the seat will not break when you sit. Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you prove that the seat won't break before you sit down on it? No. Can you ensure that the bus will not explode somewhere on the roads? No. But do you board it? Yes. Do you sit on the seat? Yes. Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, back to my original statement. Why is an Atheist a man of great faith? If he claims that he believes that there is no God in this world, then he must have searched EVERY SINGLE corner of this earth - the entire Universe, the many many many galaxies, every planet, every star - before he can conclude that there is no God. Because otherwise, the statement that says "There is no God." is totally based on faith - because where and how, can he gather the evidence to prove that there is no God? Is it possible to search every single corner of this earth? No. Is it possible to be on every planet? In every galaxy? On every star? No. Therefore, the belief that there is no God is purely based on Faith - Complete, Utter, Bold - Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the irony of it all - Christianity, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; about Faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-102287185418151420?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/102287185418151420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=102287185418151420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/102287185418151420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/102287185418151420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/06/atheists-and-faith.html' title='Atheists and Faith.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6291817189876055241</id><published>2008-05-27T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:29:05.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i died at work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i died at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I missed the LIG main comm dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone at work was frustrated and tired.&lt;br /&gt;- Repeatedly scanning 198 cartons is NOT GOOD AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;- Manual reconciliation of SO MANY CARTONS IS EXASPERATING&lt;br /&gt;- My legs were aching because i had to stand for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- I worked non-stop until 10.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Having 6 Managers and Senior Managers watch you type is NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;- Some people at work have VERY BAD ATTITUDES.&lt;br /&gt;- Repeated IT Problems is hair-pullingly and table-smashingly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired, i fell asleep whilst talking on the phone. 宝剑！ 对不起  ：（&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6291817189876055241?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6291817189876055241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6291817189876055241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6291817189876055241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6291817189876055241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-i-died-at-work.html' title='The day i died at work'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6444883141335014350</id><published>2008-05-25T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:05:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAH-DOO-AY-SEE-OHN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SDlFu73HVjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ocTTJ5Q1AvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SDlFu73HVjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ocTTJ5Q1AvQ/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204267517048477234" 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/30029844-6444883141335014350?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6444883141335014350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6444883141335014350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6444883141335014350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6444883141335014350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/grah-doo-ay-see-ohn.html' title='GRAH-DOO-AY-SEE-OHN'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SDlFu73HVjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ocTTJ5Q1AvQ/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-115244767635029953</id><published>2008-05-24T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:55:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a Noot-shell</title><content type='html'>So much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was wonderful. I thank my brother for coming. At first i was still thinking, maybe it would be better if he didn't go - its so inconvenient for him to travel so far, and it would be a boring ceremony for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the ceremony was over, i was glad that i had family with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thank you Kor &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Graduation and TONS of photo-taking. We (Gavin, Aaron, Gek, Nat and Myself.) met for dinner at La Mei Zi - MA LA HOTPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time well spent. :) We ate and ate and ate. and drank. and wiped. (wiped off perspiration from our brow). It was wonderful. I enjoyed myself. After that we headed next door to HK Cafe to indulge in some REALLY good Milk Tea and Coffee and Bolo Buns. &lt;3 Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation has left me feeling accomplished but a little bit scared. Scared of the future, scared of leaving my comfort zone, scared that I won't be in contact with my Polymates. But i'm sure the Good Lord sees my fears, and He knows my fears. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (at work), we were supposed to prepare for a physical simulation of the entire process flow (Information, Goods, and Documents) for the new warehouse. The Customer was supposed to arrive at 4, but they only came at 4.30pm. We dragged on and on and on till 7.45pm. Yes, OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i was playing with the system, there were SOO many errors - my goodness. NOT ACCEPTABLE. Especially when you're demonstrating to your customers. Tsk tsk tsk. So worrisome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the IT dept keep promising the customer everything will be done by today. by today. by today. And today we're only working half day. WHERE ARE WE GONNA FIND TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-115244767635029953?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/115244767635029953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=115244767635029953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/115244767635029953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/115244767635029953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-in-noot-shell.html' title='All in a Noot-shell'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8585933985762072347</id><published>2008-05-19T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:44:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that i know of - anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably a few days ago at office. I laughed too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 3. Do you like your  handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like it better when i'm using pens i like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4. What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken? Pork?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Do you have kids?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. But i've thought of names :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. If you were another person would you be friends with you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think so. :D I'm nice you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm a lot?  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on the situation. I'm usually sarcastic when i'm pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. What is your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The current one that i'm eating. It comes with Oat-clumps, and dried up strawberries that are so sour they wake you up. Serves its purpose as a breakfast cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Do you think you're strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physically - no. Mentally - no. Emotionally - no. So, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coffee - Always Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Red or pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My... lack of strength - Refer to question 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Who do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mum. And... some other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White FBTs which have turned greyish purple. and. Bedroom slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satay Beehoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tiktik taktaks from my keyboard when i type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow. or Orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. Favorite smells?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, thats a secret :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;25. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a naughty girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I prefer Crime and Investigative shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;27. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black - i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;28. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black. - i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. And i rinse them with Solo Care Aqua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;30. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coffee flavoured stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on the occasion, usually after Exams i'd go for a scary movie. Otherwise, Happy Endings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over her dead body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33.What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holey and White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;34. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;36. Favorite dessert?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dau Suan. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;37. What book are you reading now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Patterson's 6th Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;40. What is on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Common sense would say - The Mouse?. but. i don't have a mousepad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;41. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to do with... Animal Planet. or, the History Channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yanni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;44. What is the farthest you have been from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;China, if i'm not wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;45. Do you have a special talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do :) just haven't discovered it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;46. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mount Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;47. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemme think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8585933985762072347?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8585933985762072347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8585933985762072347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8585933985762072347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8585933985762072347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-936155982907740052</id><published>2008-05-14T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:39:21.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To express my gratitude and love :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SCr5hbKppHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xwenwwxm-pA/s1600-h/thank+you+joel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200243072376087666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SCr5hbKppHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xwenwwxm-pA/s320/thank+you+joel.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/30029844-936155982907740052?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/936155982907740052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=936155982907740052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/936155982907740052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/936155982907740052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-express-my-gratitude-and-love.html' title='To express my gratitude and love :'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/SCr5hbKppHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xwenwwxm-pA/s72-c/thank+you+joel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7767283379504641916</id><published>2008-05-12T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:01:52.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misheard Lyrics :D</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Misheard Lyrics are the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sharing with Gek and Aaron last night during dinner, i'm currently hooked on the song "No One" by Alicia Keys, which they totally dissed me for being outdated and everything. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i first heard the song I was extremely puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT Alicia Keys sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just washed your clothes,&lt;br /&gt;So you can stay forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised (after a few hearings), She meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you close,&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed for a little bit. Then i remembered the other Lyrics i misheard - "Ghost of Me and You" By BB Mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT, there was a line in the chorus that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't love, it's rubbery.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the Ghost of you and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD LOVE BE MISTAKEN TO BE RUBBERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went online to check. Revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't love, it's robbery.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the Ghost of you and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite anyone reading this silly post to think of your own misheard lyrics. And laugh :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7767283379504641916?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7767283379504641916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7767283379504641916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7767283379504641916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7767283379504641916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/misheard-lyrics-d.html' title='Misheard Lyrics :D'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7338312230126073932</id><published>2008-05-10T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:56:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the rain the most</title><content type='html'>Today morning was absolutely lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i alighted from the train, the sky was all gloomy with huge dark clouds. And after i bought my packet milo, i felt cold drops on my arms. It was raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love morning rain. I can't find the right words to express myself. but i love morning rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all cold and chilly, strangely, the rain smelt like the sea. It was beyond lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that old uncle struggling to light his cigarette in the hair-flipping winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the trees sway and the leaves ruffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very nicely dressed lady running across the road with her hands over her head - attempting to shield out the rain (which wasn't very heavy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw everyone enjoying the cold, strong winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the (very) cold bus, and enjoyed the simple fact that i had shelter. I sang praises (people couldn't hear me because of the engine noises - and the fact that they were all sleeping - wonderful weather to sleep.), sang praises till i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7338312230126073932?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7338312230126073932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7338312230126073932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7338312230126073932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7338312230126073932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-rain-most.html' title='I love the rain the most'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7702317711873628121</id><published>2008-05-07T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:58:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losses are hard to deal with</title><content type='html'>It seems as though everyone is leaving - people i care about, people who are dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ask myself, why - why do i get emotionally attached so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about Boy-Girl Relationships and all that. But even with objects and inanimate things, Why do i develop a dependence for earthly things so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every loss is hard to take, and i have had my own fair share of losses. People at work ask if i miss my mum - Of course i do. Every single day. I miss her. And they give me the sad face everytime i reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For He knows how weak we are,&lt;br /&gt;He remembers we are only dust.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are like wildflowers;&lt;br /&gt;Like grass - we bloom and die.&lt;br /&gt;But the love of the Lord remains forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says that the Lord will not put me through any test that is too difficult for me. And i believe that - with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends who are going through periods of testing - and it has resulted in alot of struggling and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let this be an encouragement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that whatever test you're going through is put in place only to strengthen and mold you. God will not put you through an exam He knows you can't handle. So as tough as the "tough times" are, be encouraged, because God knows you're stronger than that! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7702317711873628121?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7702317711873628121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7702317711873628121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7702317711873628121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7702317711873628121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/05/losses-are-hard-to-deal-with.html' title='Losses are hard to deal with'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5176273263569661294</id><published>2008-04-26T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:45:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU SEE ME BUEY SONG RIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Don't look down on me, because i'm young, because i'm a girl, because i have big eyes. - whatever rubbish reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna teach me - Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll show you that &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM CAPABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5176273263569661294?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5176273263569661294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5176273263569661294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5176273263569661294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5176273263569661294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-see-me-buey-song-right.html' title='YOU SEE ME BUEY SONG RIGHT.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1354299471959143249</id><published>2008-04-22T07:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:56:25.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes a difference</title><content type='html'>Recently my brain has been caught up with a few stuff. Stuff thats not really worth my time and effort. Stuff that gets me in the Emo Spirit. Stuff that's not from God. So, last friday's Cell Group was really encouraging even though i wasn't feeling that good for most part of it. Anyhow, Aunt Shirley shared how she's getting into the habit of memorising Psalms. So i decided i'd try it too. And it makes a Difference :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hear part of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 103&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all that i am praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;With my whole heart, I will praise His holy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all that i am praise the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;May i never forget the good things He does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgives my sins,&lt;br /&gt;He heals my diseases.&lt;br /&gt;He redeems me from death&lt;br /&gt;and crowns me with love and tender mercies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then i can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my bible on the bus to work, and i felt really happy. Its a joy that isn't natural - i think. And i just recalled that Psalm 103 was my mum's favourite Psalm &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mummy. Wish she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i reached Tuas. AND THE SKY WAS ALL GLOOMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS MY FAVOURITE KIND OF SKY. &lt;3 Thank you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1354299471959143249?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1354299471959143249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1354299471959143249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1354299471959143249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1354299471959143249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-makes-difference.html' title='It makes a difference'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-422764013571500692</id><published>2008-04-21T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:51:55.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My voiceless days</title><content type='html'>I love being voiceless. Especially when i force myself to sing, and my voice goes all over the place. Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been.. different. In a sense, old people coming back, new people disappearing. At work, I've been learning alot. I thank God that the Pakciks at the warehouse are so merciful, for they never hesitate to teach me how they go about doing their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thank you Pakciks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the office people have been really nice as well. Sibu is really comical, ChaiFong has been great in teaching me stuff and ordering lunch! The china ladies and Wilson are very nice too. I think i need to get to know Esther better. I thank God that Pakcik Moo is so patient. I think i've been quite irritating, asking him the same stuff over and over again. Lets hear some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pakcik Moo! Philippines is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: PH (with a smile :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pakcik, Which one is the invoice number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: This one (with smile :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pakcik Moo, this is local delivery right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So no need to key in House Airway Bill and Permit number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were Pakcik Moo, i'd have ripped off my head. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Last night i had a very real conversation. Part of which made me sad, the other part made me happy. But for most parts, i had no opinions - since its no-think day.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the part that made me happy - was the part when you got serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's a part that was very... HAAA?!? We were talking about indifference and how it irritates the hell out of me. And my impression was that you didn't care about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: I care about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. thats good. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: I care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i can't remember what came after the silence. I think it was talk about Sex Gods and Gurus. Thats the part i want to forget. Cheeeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-422764013571500692?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/422764013571500692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=422764013571500692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/422764013571500692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/422764013571500692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-voiceless-days.html' title='My voiceless days'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1805260033974810770</id><published>2008-04-19T07:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:54:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Chance</title><content type='html'>I want a second chance at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1805260033974810770?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1805260033974810770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1805260033974810770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1805260033974810770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1805260033974810770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-chance.html' title='2nd Chance'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2722215002413127968</id><published>2008-04-17T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:40:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen, What have you done.</title><content type='html'>It's all i can think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's wrong. damn it, it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing the moment over and over and over again in my head and i question myself, was it my fault? Well, it always takes two hands to clap, so i guess i am at fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am i repentant? No. I'm not. Thats why i'm not asking for forgiveness yet. As much as i enjoyed that moment, I feared it as well. But yet, i feel like i wanna do it again. Which is wrong - all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why is it making me think so much? It shouldn't. Because it didn't mean anything. But why? Perhaps it's because it's the first time i felt so vulnerable but yet safe at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you made me feel vulnerable and small. But then all you had to do was kiss my forehead and i feel like everything's gonna be alright. There were so many screenshots (per se) and i'm trying to hold on to every single one. Every single moment felt different. But you, Oh you, You were just like you were - several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replay the scenes, over and over. And then i ask myself, Do i care about you? Of course. Do i love you? Maybe. Am i in love with you? No. No, I'm not in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for allowing all that to happen. I hate you for making it happen. I hate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, stop guessing who i'm talking about, its not who you're thinking. This post is not for discussion. Don't try to comfort me, because what i need is a slap, not nice words of affirmation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2722215002413127968?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2722215002413127968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2722215002413127968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2722215002413127968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2722215002413127968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/gen-what-have-you-done.html' title='Gen, What have you done.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7818327919614871992</id><published>2008-04-15T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:25:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things... must be said.</title><content type='html'>Recently i just found out that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My brother's perception of Logistics is that its all about counting trucks. I'm utterly disappointed - but i just can't be bothered to educate him because i feel like he doesn't even bother to listen. To have your brother think that all  you do is count trucks (for a living) -really sucks. because it makes me feel so incompetent and silly.  His perception makes me feel like  he thinks whatever he's doing is better than what i'm doing. His perception of Logistics makes me feel like the 3 years that i've spent studying Logistics was a total waste of time. His perception of Logistics makes me feel like all my effort is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's this person - that i miss. I really do. And trust me when i say i'm getting over him. The flesh is weak. And I. I miss him. Sometimes i'm fine, sometimes i think about him, and sometimes i just dwell on it a little longer than i should. It has come to a point where i have to delete every single trace of his number in my phone so that i don't have any means of initiating contact. No, i don't know his number by hard. And i just.... I'm trying. I really am. But i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel so lazy, I can't be bothered with a lot of stuff. Like.. the OSIP Presentation that Nat and i are supposed to do - not that i don't wanna do it, but Argh. Sorry Nat, No offence. I just wanna concentrate on work and learn my processes and operations. I'm skipping 2 days of work for this Presentation - which is alot of time off work. Not good. I, too, can't be bothered with... replying smses. I read smses, and i don't reply. I don't know why. I just don't. Work can be busy sometimes, granted. But sometimes, i just can't be bothered to reply. I'm sorry if i ignored your sms. I will reply if its important :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7818327919614871992?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7818327919614871992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7818327919614871992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7818327919614871992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7818327919614871992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-things-must-be-said.html' title='Some things... must be said.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6885630966443543980</id><published>2008-04-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:17:50.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble-some</title><content type='html'>Got also pek-chek. Don't have also pek-chek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6885630966443543980?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6885630966443543980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6885630966443543980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6885630966443543980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6885630966443543980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/trouble-some.html' title='trouble-some'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2164803745985928333</id><published>2008-04-07T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:59:57.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since i got tagged.</title><content type='html'>Quiz Game rules:  - I deleted the rules. Because i think they're stupid. If you have nothing to do (like me) then just do la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; if he's my husband and he's repentant, i'd take my time to forgive and work on repairing our relationship. --&gt; if he's my boyfriend, and he's repentant, i'd do the same as above. Otherwise, i'd cook him for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Avoid. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Small and simple. Hopefully by the beach. I'd make all guests come Hawaiian-themed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What do you wish to have now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; God's peace, and His reign over my emotions. So they don't go fluttering around like a stupid moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.What's your ideal lover's height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Taller than me. Well, its hard to find someone shorter than me anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I think all the cliche lines always say both are blessed.. but i think honestly, being loved is definitely less difficult. but Loving someone is... a whole other level. Shouldn't be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I'd ask God if the feelings i'm feeling are from Him, if they're not, then i'd ask for Him to take them away. Quickly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.If the person you secretly like is already attached, would you wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Well. In the first place i won't set my eyes on someone who's attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.What do you want most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; God's presence. In everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Who is the most impt to you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Thats a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.What kind of person are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I think most people think i'm nicer than i actually am. I'm not that nice. I'm quite mean actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I'd give him some gingko nuts to help improve his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.Would u be devoted in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Definitely. When i'm committed, i am committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.If your lover &amp;amp; your best friend are trapped in the sea, you can only save one, the other will die, who will you save?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I'd make sure both can swim before i allow them to go out to sea. Otherwise, i'd dive in with them and then pray for dolphins to swim by and rescue us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.What types of friends you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; People who get me. and allow me to get them - in the same sense. You get it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to do this. Its actually quite fun cause it makes your mind wander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2164803745985928333?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2164803745985928333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2164803745985928333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2164803745985928333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2164803745985928333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/since-i-got-tagged.html' title='Since i got tagged.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3208058404274685884</id><published>2008-04-05T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:43:13.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yode-ley Yode-ley Yode-ley-hoo-hoo</title><content type='html'>So. I've got more interviews lined up. =_= I'm honestly more keen in Operations than HR. but, O well. Give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, yesterday night i had several chapters of weird dreams. Some were happy dreams, some were frightful nightmares. Although i can only remember two - one of each genre, i know i dreamt more. But they're just... lost - somewhere in the dark corners of my pea-brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off with the Frightful nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was at some primary school, running a camp - with the usual people, there's Ros, Melvin, Alex, Chengwei, and some others. The school campus was next to the beach - weird. It was the second day of the camp, and i checked the schedule to see what programme was next, turns out its the Main Item of the camp - an Amazing Race kind of game. And when i saw the schedule, i had a weird "flip" in my stomach, so i went to check my note book. Turns out, I was supposed to plan the entire game - which, you can predict, i didn't (Since its a 'Frightful Nightmare').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in a moment of shock and anxiety, i decided to think of some games, and then brief my facilitators. *i know i thought of a few, but i can only remember one game.* I shall explain my atrocious game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main idea of the game is for the team members to guess the word being spelt out.&lt;br /&gt;When two groups arrive at the station (set to be by the beach), each group will have to volunteer one person from their group. These two reps would then be told one secret word which they'd have to spell out to their group members. Here's the catch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reps would each be lying on the beach, and as they attempt to spell out the word, they would be tickled by the opposing team's members. So, picture with me, Rep A would be lying on the ground, tickled by Team B. Vice versa for Rep B and Team A. So amidst all the screaming and laughing, the reps would have to spell out the letters to the opposing team members who would be tickling the other rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird game. With no logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as i was about to gather my facilitators to brief them, I saw that they were already gathered by Melvin. And the worst thing was, they were all in white tops, and white long pants (apparantly the dress code that i didn't know exist) And it wasn't just normal white, it was NEON white - the kind of BRIIIGHT white. and i was in polo tee and jeans. So yea. I went to sit down with Melvin while the other Facils went away to set up their stations. And before he could say anything, i started crying. And Melvin stared at me, bewildered. And i thought he'd be angry and all that, but - turns out he forgot that i was supposed to plan the game - so he went ahead and planned it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this a Frightful Nightmare - i don't know. Don't question my logic. its MY logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to the other genre - my so-called Happy Dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a pretty long dream, but i only remember a snippet of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (i shan't mention who's the other person i was with. hehehe.) were walking along Upper Serangoon Road. Its the route i used to walk when i was going to school - Zhonghua Sec. I've not been there for 3-4 years, so it's a pretty weird place to be appearing in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were walking. And i remembered looking at his tan arms. then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Do you wanna hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mmm. Okay, i don't mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Its such a rubbish dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3208058404274685884?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3208058404274685884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3208058404274685884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3208058404274685884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3208058404274685884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/yode-ley-yode-ley-yode-ley-hoo-hoo.html' title='Yode-ley Yode-ley Yode-ley-hoo-hoo'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-778769054279266889</id><published>2008-04-01T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:33:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good Not good.</title><content type='html'>As if a Viral Stomach Flu isn't enough, i have to learn that my Vestibular Nerves are Weak. That accounts for all my fainting and dizzy spells. Vestibular Neuronitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. The headache isn't going away, probably because of the fainting spell i had yesterday. Everytime i stand up and walk my head throbs. So all i can do is lie down - which causes lethargy and inevitably leads to.. Naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat much, because everytime i do, my stomach churns and churns and churns and makes a whole lot of noise. And usually 5 minutes after i eat, my stomach feels hot - don't know what that feels like? Think diarrhoea. Its as if my stomach isn't happy with whatever i'm eating - even if its Milo and Crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. and to JONATHAN from TEMASEK POLY - LOM. PLEASE DON'T CALL ME AT 12.45am. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-778769054279266889?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/778769054279266889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=778769054279266889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/778769054279266889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/778769054279266889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-good-not-good.html' title='Not good Not good.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8383550872003705621</id><published>2008-03-31T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:31:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it hits you again, and again.</title><content type='html'>Ves-tee-bu-ler Niu-rhon-nye-tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me, please. I need rest. i really really really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8383550872003705621?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8383550872003705621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8383550872003705621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8383550872003705621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8383550872003705621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-it-hits-you-again-and-again.html' title='When it hits you again, and again.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7124494302856689465</id><published>2008-03-30T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:20:56.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Shout-outs. I really am shouting. Mentally.</title><content type='html'>I shall not be nasty, so i shan't say who these shout-outs are for. I feel like a badass today because my stomach has decided to be infected with a virus and flu, and the nausea and fever is giving me the urge to rip everyone's heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHY CAN'T YOU EVER WASH THE DAMN TOILET. I FEEL LIKE TEARING OFF YOUR HEAD BECAUSE Ooops! Guess what? YOU USE THE SAME DANG TOILET TOO. SO ONCE IN A WHILE, BE NICE, AND WASH IT. (this one's obvious, but i don't care. Its time you learn to WASH THE TOILET.) I DON'T SEE WHY ITS SO DIFFICULT.  EVEN YOUR NAUSEATED DIAHORREA-ED FEVERED IRRITATING AND IRRITATED SISTER CAN FREAKING DO IT WHEN SHE'S SICK. SUCK IT UP AND WASH THE DAMN TOILET. YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(turns to someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOU. Stop pretending like you know me so well. Sometimes i feel like just saying, "Sha-dup, sha-dup, sha-dup" BECAUSE I REALLY REALLY REALLY REAAAALLLLYYY ............ AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. I wish you would bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(turns to yet, someone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AND YOU. STOP BELITTLING ME. STOP TRYING TO MAKE WHATEVER I DO SOUND SO TINY AND STUPID, BECAUSE DAMN IT, I CAN DO THINGS WELL. I AM NOT INCAPABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think any of the above refers to you, please.. take action. By "Action", i don't mean clarifying if i was shouting at you. Just deal with it, and move on. Heck it, you don't even need to do anything about it, unless you really think its you. Because you don't live for me, you don't owe me anything.  (THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO STATEMENT ONE. STATEMENT ONE DEMANDS ACTION - i.e. WASHING THE TOILET.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not YOUR world, you don't live for me. If you feel like ripping my head off, by all means DO IT. Because it might just make me feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you think &lt;/span&gt;it doesn't concern you, then.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a nice day, you kind soul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have just made my day by not irritating me!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Gen has a dark side. LIVE WITH IT. or bugger off and leave me and my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALONE&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/30029844-7124494302856689465?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7124494302856689465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7124494302856689465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7124494302856689465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7124494302856689465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/several-shout-outs-i-really-am-shouting.html' title='Several Shout-outs. I really am shouting. Mentally.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5936176999142476914</id><published>2008-03-30T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:47:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop pee pile pie pop</title><content type='html'>Thats a line of random words starting with Bs. Ooops, no, its Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... shouldn't be feeling this way, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't. but i do. ~_~ Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know. Seriously, Lord. Seriously. What kind of test is this?! I hate it that i feel like i'm failing at Your tests. This test, i can see, has been carefully sculpted. So carefully. Even the "requirements" that i'm not conscious of. How is it even possible? HOW and WHERE in the world do you find an asian guy who speaks English so well? who has Reading as an interest? Loves Coffee? Family Oriented? Has a direction in life? Doesn't go "Huh?" at the word 'Logistics'? Whose personality profile complements mine? Recognises his own flaws? Isn't thick skinned, but yet, isn't afraid to BE thick skinned? Has been a Christian ALL HIS LIFE? Has such a good sense of humor? Knows how to have a good laugh? Likes SALTED popcorn? And EVEN HIS FAVOURITE COLOUR IS THE SAME AS MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine if we got married in the future, we can all expect a Yellow car, yellow walls, yellow rooms, yellow furniture, yellow pots, and yellow pillow cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, are you freaking kidding me? WHY. WHY NOW.  WHY THIS. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. i feel like Job. And i'm so thankful that Lord, You're not the kind of God that demands us to be all polite and proper. I'm so thankful that You desire honesty. And you allow us to... talk to you. Yes, i'm so thankful that You listen. You answer prayers. You help Your people. And Father, Pleasepleaseplease, show me. Show me what You want me to learn from this whole.. L-arc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5936176999142476914?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5936176999142476914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5936176999142476914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5936176999142476914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5936176999142476914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/poop-pee-pile-pie-pop.html' title='Poop pee pile pie pop'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8986892017619329669</id><published>2008-03-29T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:48:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: (</title><content type='html'>WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN. stupid careless me. *kicks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that a kind soul will find my wallet and bring it to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dear Lord, Help me. Please. I feel utterly demoralized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8986892017619329669?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8986892017619329669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8986892017619329669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8986892017619329669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8986892017619329669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=': ('/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2243000161954227725</id><published>2008-03-28T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:40:05.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concluding GAG</title><content type='html'>So :) Gavin, Aaron and I spent an evening together - once again, at Ma La Steamboat, and then HK cafe right next door. We're trying to make that our norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, after spending a few hours together, there has to be some sort of conclusion, so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Aaron, being so smart, was the first one to make us realise that Mermaids can't have sex. The only way for a mermaid to have sex is if the bodies switch, meaning a fish top-body, and a human lower-body. This makes men not wanna have sex with Mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: Gavin's abs are in fact, his ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen: is irritatingly stubborn. and needs to dress up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we have it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for Gavin and Aaron - because they're SO extremely different in their very own ways, but yet - so.. similar. I value their honesty, how we can be all quirky and weird, and..&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i don't have to pretend to be the bubbliest person alive when i'm with them. And God knows how much i value that. I thank God that they are my friends, my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Poly started, i remember i prayed and fasted for God to provide friends who'll meet my every need. Now that poly has ended, I can say - with all my heart and soul and might - that God is faithful, God is good, God is Amazingly Accurate. :) What the heck, God's timing is ALWAYS perfect. Do i hear an Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm currently going through another season in my life - changes are rampant, more than usual, and i'm struggling to adapt to those changes. It has not been easy, God knows. But i know that God is my provider, my strength, my hope, and He loves me for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. :) Thats more than enough.. its more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the nations come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They bow and sing Your majesty, forever.&lt;br /&gt;- Paradise Band&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/30029844-2243000161954227725?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2243000161954227725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2243000161954227725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2243000161954227725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2243000161954227725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/concluding-gag.html' title='Concluding GAG'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-125294238093148811</id><published>2008-03-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:27:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and God said, Come to Me - all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.</title><content type='html'>I am sorry. I am sorry if my actions have led you on. I am sorry if i have - in any way - caused you to feel whatever. I should've said no, should've had more self-control, should've learn not to cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - all that i have to do, is to wait - for the opportunity to tell you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-125294238093148811?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/125294238093148811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=125294238093148811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/125294238093148811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/125294238093148811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-god-said-come-to-me-all-you-who-are.html' title='and God said, Come to Me - all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1305940141547207440</id><published>2008-03-22T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:02:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O my.</title><content type='html'>Its Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for listening. and sharing. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shivering all over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1305940141547207440?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1305940141547207440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1305940141547207440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1305940141547207440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1305940141547207440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-my.html' title='O my.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2388579437854274643</id><published>2008-03-18T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:34:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me keep my memories. And stop judging me.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but i just want to do this. Lets have two - Pig and Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postings removed -&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/30029844-2388579437854274643?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2388579437854274643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2388579437854274643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2388579437854274643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2388579437854274643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-let-me-keep-my-memories-and-stop.html' title='Just let me keep my memories. And stop judging me.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1080021903357616398</id><published>2008-03-18T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:20:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few mental Post-its</title><content type='html'>Gek: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR. I WANNA SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan: PCAFEG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin &amp;amp; Aaron: WHEN ARE WE MEETING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: I'm so sorry babe. So so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie: WHERE DID YOU DISAPPEAR TO!? Are you hiding amongst clumps of broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1080021903357616398?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1080021903357616398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1080021903357616398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1080021903357616398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1080021903357616398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-mental-post-its.html' title='A few mental Post-its'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6235723045789848150</id><published>2008-03-16T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:41:39.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my brain goes blank and my heart goes bust.</title><content type='html'>This week has been one BIIIIIG week. LOOOOOOOOOOOONG week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many times where i really felt like crying. And i thank Akira for lending me his ears to listen to stuff thats totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow. This week has been one of the longest. Camps for five days, and an event to run on saturday. Plus work on Sunday. I wonder - how did i even make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus. for strength, for showing me Your faithfulness, for showing me how weak i am - without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly truly truly believe that if it weren't for Jesus, I would be lying 6 feet under a tombstone. Hence, my gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate issue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy when you sounded happy. thing is, i don't want to feel that way, I don't want anything more than a friendship. Perhaps a good and strong bond, but nothing more. I don't want to feel that way towards anyone - not now, just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't. Don't be nice, don't open doors, don't send me home, don't make me laugh, don't do the stuff that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't want to ruin this, this is good - better than anything i've come across/stumbled upon. I want this to work, and thats why i know - nothing can happen, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6235723045789848150?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6235723045789848150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6235723045789848150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6235723045789848150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6235723045789848150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-my-brain-goes-blank-and-my-heart.html' title='When my brain goes blank and my heart goes bust.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3387090226211292398</id><published>2008-03-15T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:36:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Change Change Poof</title><content type='html'>Things change all the time. Emotions change, people change, opinions change, characters change, situations change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard, everything seems hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mas Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3387090226211292398?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3387090226211292398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3387090226211292398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3387090226211292398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3387090226211292398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-change-change-poof.html' title='Change Change Change Poof'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-457733780434731089</id><published>2008-03-12T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:34:49.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When time changes.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever started off liking someone alot. And before anything can happen, you kind of realise you don't feel THAT crazy about that person anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-457733780434731089?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/457733780434731089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=457733780434731089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/457733780434731089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/457733780434731089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-time-changes.html' title='When time changes.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-4424487852555755262</id><published>2008-03-11T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:48:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh-Toh-Dees Ply-Mee Gers Skoo Camp.</title><content type='html'>:) Altho there's still one more day until the end of camp for MGS, I feel that its time to say my thank-yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To my dearest Facilitators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rui Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(DeBriefer)&lt;/span&gt; - I can't stress how impressive you were. This, being your first time facilitating for LE, I admire your gungho-ness and the maturity you bring to this camp. Even as you "debriefed" the girls, whatever you said - i took as a lesson for myself too. And I'm thrilled i brought you in to LE, because i can see you go far in this. You were definitely a great support, and i hope we get to work together some time again! :) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ice-Breakerer)&lt;/span&gt; - You really impressed me this time, even though the last time we worked together wasn't that long ago, I felt like you really grew this time. I feel so proud of you! Your confidence and steadiness is something i admire and hope to learn from. Even though we're all a bunch of 'S'es, If i were in your shoes, i'd definitely shy away from being the Ice-breakerer. Nevertheless, I'm really glad we could work together for this camp. PLEASE TAKE CARE, you really scared me after the second session on the 1st day when you said you were not feeling okay. Thank you for being so supportive during the camp, I really really really appreciate it. :) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Melnana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ching! Tu-Ching!)&lt;/span&gt; - I don't know how to say it, but - I really appreciated your presence. I truly felt like you were there to support and help me in any way you can during the sessions. And i really really really thank God for you. I prayed that God would bless me with good support and honestly, i was a little worried when i realised that all the facils with me were 'S'es - including myself. I was worried we'd be too slow, too indecisive, too -list all S-traits-, But never would i think that we'd be able to work together so well, its amazing. And i really thank you, for your prayers, your advice, your feedback, and your support. Thank you, Melnana. *CHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rest of the Facils + JiaLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I didn't get to work with you guys alot, but nevertheless, THANKYOU :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all have learnt alot from this camp. Maybe in the future we'll get the opportunity to work together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Since your lub-language is Gifts ah, I'll buy you kopi at kopi-been someday soon. :D I lub lub iieu manyx manyx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To: Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Thank you thank you thank you - for believing in me, for trusting me (to take the P5s. not an easy bunch), for your advice (that is so readily given), for knowing me - the way i work, the way i communicate and everything else. Thank you for being my "Godly counsel", whatever we talked about in the Taxi (1st day) was really encouraging. The way you teach, share, engage, adapt, pacify, educate, manage and delegate never fails to amaze me. Just watching you de-brief and all, stresses that i still have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; to learn - and i will learn, so maybe i can be as good as you one day! :) I thank you for being so supportive. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the above was typed with alot of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-4424487852555755262?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/4424487852555755262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=4424487852555755262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4424487852555755262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4424487852555755262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/meh-toh-dees-ply-mee-gers-skoo-camp.html' title='Meh-Toh-Dees Ply-Mee Gers Skoo Camp.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6616370331198067236</id><published>2008-03-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:48:31.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Going  :) &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/30029844-6616370331198067236?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6616370331198067236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6616370331198067236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6616370331198067236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6616370331198067236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess What'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1133170087978029534</id><published>2008-03-08T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:02:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointments are inevitable, but that doesn't mean i don't fear them.</title><content type='html'>I fear disappointment. i fear it like i fear worms. And if you know me, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; worms. its not a normal fear, its a punch-you-in-the-head, run-around-and-pee-in-your-pants, kind of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, i don't know how to deal with it. Because i take ages to get over it. Because i don't know how to talk to the people who disappoint me. Because i don't know how to face those who disappoint. Because. it IS - disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know - what to say, what to do, when to do, how to do. Tell me how, tell me how. I feel like taking a walk outside by myself. I feel like calling that somebody. I wanna be alone. I don't wanna talk, i don't wanna laugh, i don't wanna listen, i don't wanna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me my space to deal with the disappointments that came smacking in my face today. Give me time to find a way to get over this.&lt;br /&gt;Give me my freedom to decide what i wanna do, how i wanna do, when i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way, i will find my strength, i will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, just let me be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1133170087978029534?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1133170087978029534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1133170087978029534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1133170087978029534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1133170087978029534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/disappointments-are-inevitable-but-that.html' title='disappointments are inevitable, but that doesn&apos;t mean i don&apos;t fear them.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5877581296489818655</id><published>2008-03-07T05:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:15:30.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of disorganised randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R9Bezh5nj-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/MjaRTmSu7T4/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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And papa was in the kitchen. (the toilet is in the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i entered the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *notices a big piece of paint dangling from the ceiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah! Papa! The ceiling is peeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: *walks over and looks at the peel* Why!? Why peel?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_- Because everytime i step into the toilet, i can't help but jump and scratch the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Why!? Why is your hand so itchy?! ha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Papa: Hehehehehehe hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- end of conversation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda cool. Warped-ly cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7156397926301429295?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7156397926301429295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7156397926301429295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7156397926301429295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7156397926301429295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weird-father-and-me.html' title='My weird father. and me.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-301775304173248709</id><published>2008-03-06T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:34:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the silver lining to my stiff neck day</title><content type='html'>I can't believe you called :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-301775304173248709?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/301775304173248709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=301775304173248709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/301775304173248709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/301775304173248709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/silver-lining-to-my-stiff-neck-day.html' title='the silver lining to my stiff neck day'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6406362233453526574</id><published>2008-03-05T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:54:16.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW-HE-SMSED + Stiff neck day</title><content type='html'>:D It took me a while to realise who the sender was. And I am of course, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. O my, O my. I feel like you feel that way, because of the things you said. But no, no no, I must hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no, O no. This is bad, because i actually think you feel the same way i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad. bad baaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd plus the Stiff Neck - Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6406362233453526574?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6406362233453526574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6406362233453526574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6406362233453526574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6406362233453526574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-he-smsed-stiff-neck-day.html' title='WOW-HE-SMSED + Stiff neck day'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5139646680954009667</id><published>2008-03-05T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:25:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a separate note...</title><content type='html'>This is for the issue that has been bothering me for the past few days resulting in my lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, that it wouldn't matter if i go or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i would think that it'll be better if i didn't go. Because what i want - is a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thank Melina because she reminded me that by going, i'm allowing myself the opportunity to take this one step deeper - which may not be the best for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if he still wants/needs - i'm still available. But in any case if there's an alternative, i'd wanna build a Friendship - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over books and coffee at Borders&lt;/span&gt; : ) More than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5139646680954009667?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5139646680954009667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5139646680954009667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5139646680954009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5139646680954009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-separate-note.html' title='On a separate note...'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7351789513061900606</id><published>2008-03-05T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:21:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE- OH- EL</title><content type='html'>So today is LOM's Celebration of Learning - which is something like a Graduation Party for the seniors, organised by the Juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late because of my involvement at Nanyang Girls High. Anyhow :) The juniors put up a skit, and some videos, and there was the food - and then more music and videos. Then there was the.. Prize-giving Ceremony - Where i won the..... ermm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Best Radiant Smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how that happened. *Wails and flails flabby arms: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SSAAABOOOOTAAAAAAAAGGGGGGEEE~&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during all the music videos and everything, it suddenly hit me that all of us are parting ways. Cliche  and cheesy as it sounds, one can't help feeling that way, because that's all there is to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people i'm gonna miss seeing in Lectures. So many lecturers i'm gonna miss seeing in Lectures. So many things i'm gonna miss doing in Lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly has indeed been fruitful, and I'm so happy that i chose Logistics, because i've had my best days there. Best days, filled with the best laughters, best gossips, best teases, best bores, best people, best loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all LOM lecturers. You have made Poly what it is, and cheesy as it sounds, LOM wouldn't be the same without you quirky lecturers (who happen to be the BEST and FASTEST gossipers. better than us.) You might not know, but sometimes, the stories from your working experiences that you share with us during tutorials and lectures serve as a real encouragement for me - simply because i've heard countless nasty stories about the working world, and just knowing that you guys were able to solve, strive and survive it all motivates me to want to do well and make it big in the Logistics World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Mr. Lum for telling us to go for our passion. And i really do hope i will one day achieve my goal - which is to save some animals - Yes, Mrs Pang will argue that this isn't a SMART Goal (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Time-based - OKAY i'm just guessing. off the top of my head.), nevertheless, it is still a goal, and i wanna attain it - even if i'm 89 years old. I'll go save some elephants, and bears. Because i believe thats where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as all Lecturers preached, YES YES YES, we'll definitely be in touch. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the Lecturers of Temasek Polytechnic - Business School's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logistics and Operations Management&lt;/span&gt; Diploma Course -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says it better than - Thank you : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7351789513061900606?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7351789513061900606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7351789513061900606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7351789513061900606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7351789513061900606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/see-oh-el.html' title='SEE- OH- EL'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-4139542784548094575</id><published>2008-03-03T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:37:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Googling Boogling Wooogling OOOOooooogling</title><content type='html'>OMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its best not to google stuff online. Especially when the search engine churns out other people's pictures and you have weegek sitting opposite you - commenting on how guys like to show off and who not to talk to during the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. NONONO. O NOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is making me nervous. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEGEK! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so nervous i'm shivering all over. Even my insides are shaking like jelly-wellies. Like.. agar agar. I can't decide if i want to or not. Its not a big thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't a big thing i wouldn't be brogging about it. O no. i feel so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, no harm... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA. NO HARM, NO BARM. Everyone says to go. OF COURSE I WANNA GO. but then again, i don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the one who brought in the word that rhymes with Moo. and Boo. and Coo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-4139542784548094575?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/4139542784548094575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=4139542784548094575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4139542784548094575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4139542784548094575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/googling-boogling-wooogling.html' title='Googling Boogling Wooogling OOOOooooogling'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2494919275549434120</id><published>2008-03-02T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:12:11.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things that Make My Day</title><content type='html'>I can list a whole list of stuffs that make me happy/make my day. but i think i'm gonna restrict myself to 10 (for the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cool gloomy Grey days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brown Paper bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A good read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Long bus rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Night winds/breezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stray dogs and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not having emails to reply to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing songs i know on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Long conversations accompanied with coffee and some love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Indulging in Popcorn, Peanut Butter, or Chocolat Au Noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats ten. I most definitely have more. :) But i'll leave that for some other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2494919275549434120?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2494919275549434120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2494919275549434120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2494919275549434120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2494919275549434120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/small-things-that-make-my-day.html' title='Small Things that Make My Day'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5177155829150082974</id><published>2008-03-01T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:56:57.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many happenings after one's last paper.</title><content type='html'>Chalet was great :) I don't like reciting all that we've did - every single event or conversation in order. So i'm not going to. But here's what we did - in a not-very-big nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Took afternoon naps&lt;br /&gt;2. Played Password, Pictionary, Murderer-kind-of-game&lt;br /&gt;3. Told ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Brothers and Sisters, Scary Movie 1, Scream 1-3, Friends, Dead Silence&lt;br /&gt;5. Ate alot of chips&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank some&lt;br /&gt;7. Gossiped (Bad bad bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, even though we didn't do much, i believe it was time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aaron likes pretending to be drunk&lt;br /&gt;2. Gavin's expectations for horror movies is unreachable/unmeetable/un-something-able.&lt;br /&gt;3. Many of us have many common opinions on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CERTAIN&lt;/span&gt; stuff/people&lt;br /&gt;4. Aaron farts alot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audible&lt;/span&gt; farts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Xuan LOVES pictionary&lt;br /&gt;6. Debbie is totally in love with the RFID thing - so much so, she can use RFID in a murder story.&lt;br /&gt;7. Debbie can win the Oscars, Emmy Awards, BAFTAs. Her acting skills plus RFID stories is mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and just today i went out to meet someone i've never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5177155829150082974?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5177155829150082974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5177155829150082974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5177155829150082974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5177155829150082974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-happenings-after-ones-last-paper.html' title='The many happenings after one&apos;s last paper.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5877339148756611650</id><published>2008-02-26T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:11:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something good is ending. Something good is ending.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Time check: 9.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than twelve hours i'd be taking my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; paper that will, once and for all, conclude Polytechnic Education. Poly has been wonderful - good days (i've had tons.), bad days (not so many.) I truly loved Poly life. Don't get me wrong, i loved my secondary school life too, i loved it to bits. But Poly, is a whole different thing. It in itself is like a story - how people met, how things happened, how more people met, how more things happened. And of course, how we all juiced for Gossip (Debbie juiced for real juice though. And Veggies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that i actually know what i want to do after Poly. Never have i known my direction so well. It actually feels quite good because i know of so many people who know not what they want. I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly has been wonderful. I can say it 3,725 times, and it won't be enough. I met some really good people. And through it all, God has shown me how faithful and O-My-God He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i just started Poly, i prayed for a good friend - a friend who will meet my needs, a friend whom i know i can count on when things get rough, a friend who will take me for me. I prayed for one, God gave me a whole gang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i prayed that i would enjoy whatever i study and find meaning in it. I got what i prayed for, and never in my entire 2 years have i regretted taking Logistics. Never. I'm happy i did, because through this course, i got to go to Bangkok, i got to go Vietnam (and had the BEST time), i got to meet Paul, I got to meet my gang, i got to meet my LOM course mates, i got to indulge in Pork-chop-all-fries-more-gravy, i got to meet some of the biggest people in the Supply Chain Industry. And, i got to see and learn and know how faithful my God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Poly life. It has truly been one of the best periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, i give my biggest thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAG &amp;amp; gang&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron, Gavin, Xuan, Gek, Nat, Debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOMIG Main Comm&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dean, Eve, Sam, Kachee, Gek, Nat, Yuwen, Felicia, Karen, Hanqian, Jessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOM lecturers&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOM coursemates&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And more of Everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my project groupees&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooo. this one tests my memory, but nevertheless :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ll Vietnameses i met&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOOOooo. *refers to previous postsssss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the almighty, Alpha and Omega, my fortress, my hiding place, my best friend, my teacher, my comforter, my provider, my all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all whose category i've missed out on, I STILL LOVE AND THANK YOU  &lt;3&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/30029844-5877339148756611650?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5877339148756611650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5877339148756611650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5877339148756611650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5877339148756611650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-good-is-ending-something-good.html' title='Something good is ending. Something good is ending.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2939298960318915376</id><published>2008-02-24T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:38:13.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me do my thing.</title><content type='html'>I believe in personalization. I believe in having your own style, and i don't judge people for having their own styles, their own language, their own talk, their own do-s. I have my own. And i hate it when people reproduce me. Stop it. I'll hammer you with my ASRS. (thats Logistics Lingo.) (HAHAH! Whatever, it doesn't even make sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm gonna go dance now. Its my only stress outlet when no one's at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2939298960318915376?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2939298960318915376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2939298960318915376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2939298960318915376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2939298960318915376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-let-me-do-my-thing.html' title='Just let me do my thing.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6401741894814793225</id><published>2008-02-23T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:51:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supply Chain Execution Development Program 2008</title><content type='html'>Yes thats right, supplychain Execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days we've been learning Supply Chain the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Execution&lt;/span&gt; style *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no la. Supply Chain Executive Development Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience! I learnt quite a fair bit. Not so much of the technical knowledge, but i learnt more of the .. Life-skills involved. The importance of networking, having a mentor, greatness of knowing Paul (hahaha), and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Paul, for allowing us to sit in for this training even though we didn't pay for it. I'm so thankful, because i met great people there. I'm not gonna stop networking with these people because i know, someday, i'm gonna have to bank on these networks that i've built for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, due to the severe lack of sleep and rest, my throat is scratchy, i think my head feels a little hot, my tummy is rumbling, and je suis tres fatigue. I'm still amazed at how i wasn't late for the past 3 days of training! it sounds almost impossible!  Its amazing! then again, maybe its because everyone was late and i was the least late. Which makes it seem like i wasn't late, but in fact I totally was/am/are/is/what?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. okay. I need to go kick my own butt. :) Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6401741894814793225?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6401741894814793225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6401741894814793225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6401741894814793225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6401741894814793225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/supply-chain-execution-development.html' title='Supply Chain Execution Development Program 2008'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7310242614795106664</id><published>2008-02-18T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:38:51.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't come back just to haunt and scare the living lights out of me.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people in NS come up with the weirdest suggestions. Like how patching up would make their life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice pictures to nullify today. Not making sense, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mTsbx6TkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MbCScmfI3Nk/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mTsbx6TkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MbCScmfI3Nk/s320/Ka+chee-0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168324438964981314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mT4Lx6TlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BuU1M9HIqPo/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mT4Lx6TlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BuU1M9HIqPo/s320/Ka+chee-0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168324640828444242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mUB7x6TmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMPmJmAKXI8/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mUB7x6TmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMPmJmAKXI8/s320/Ka+chee-0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168324808332168802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mXDrx6TnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2EyIATgLA44/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mXDrx6TnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2EyIATgLA44/s320/Ka+chee-0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168328136931823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Wen. You're just gonna keep coming back, aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7310242614795106664?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7310242614795106664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7310242614795106664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7310242614795106664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7310242614795106664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-come-back-just-to-haunt-and-scare.html' title='Don&apos;t come back just to haunt and scare the living lights out of me.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7mTsbx6TkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MbCScmfI3Nk/s72-c/Ka+chee-0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3530039114716142771</id><published>2008-02-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:17:10.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vee-ay-el-yee-an-tee-ai-an-yi aprostrophe es.</title><content type='html'>This year's Valentine's day was GRRREAT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Gavin and Aaron, my fellow egg-yolkers. We had Ma La Hotpot at Novena, its was so good - but the only thing i don't like about it, was that.... your poop following the meal will be piping hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a little bit of information that is vital, so that you won't go into shock when you visit de toilette to find a burning butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hot as all our poops were, we had a great time. Altho poor Gavin had a very bad bladder/tummy. And after we finished our hotpot, we proceeded next door - Hong Kong Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tea and coffee and Aaron ordered Bo-Luo Buns which were tres delicious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about dogs, animal abusers, news, some people, brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this really weird couple came and sat beside us. The man was a very small and dark man, the lady was old - about 50+. She had braces on, and a frangipani flower in her hair. And she was wearing this sexy black halter dress. Very very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Anyhow, i had fun. And i bought James Patterson's 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an extremely boring post. So, Tam Biet! Au Revoir! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3530039114716142771?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3530039114716142771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3530039114716142771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3530039114716142771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3530039114716142771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/vee-ay-el-yee-tee-ai-yi-aprostrophe-es.html' title='Vee-ay-el-yee-an-tee-ai-an-yi aprostrophe es.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2417718268127498934</id><published>2008-02-14T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:03:18.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANDWICHES CAN BE BAD WHEN YOU'RE THE LETTUCE</title><content type='html'>O Come on, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me sandwiched. Its like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can't think of any good analogies. So, let me go meet up with GAG first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2417718268127498934?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2417718268127498934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2417718268127498934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2417718268127498934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2417718268127498934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/sandwiches-can-be-bad-when-youre.html' title='SANDWICHES CAN BE BAD WHEN YOU&apos;RE THE LETTUCE'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-901787396012631288</id><published>2008-02-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:51:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Wrong. With me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7BS0rx6TjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5N28GnCDrSo/s1600-h/sad+flowerz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7BS0rx6TjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5N28GnCDrSo/s320/sad+flowerz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165719837652700722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, i just don't feel comfortable with you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because you've changed, or at least, i felt you've changed.&lt;br /&gt;You used to know what you want. You used to stand strong, like an unwavering tree.&lt;br /&gt;But a gust came along.&lt;br /&gt;I know that gust, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, when i say i know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost you, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-901787396012631288?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/901787396012631288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=901787396012631288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/901787396012631288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/901787396012631288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/somethings-wrong-with-me.html' title='Something&apos;s Wrong. With me'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R7BS0rx6TjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5N28GnCDrSo/s72-c/sad+flowerz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8126295539065665361</id><published>2008-02-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:04:56.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one of the MANY MANY reasons why i love animals more than Humans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judge me, however you want, on my language, my thoughts, my disgusting ways of expressing myself. Whatever, i don't give a fuck. As Zachary said it, this world is rotten. Rotten to its very core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is meant for bear bile consumers. or anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In all honesty I have to confess that i was once a bear bile consumer. My parents have heard that bear bile can cure my asthma when i was young and hence they purchased some for my consumption when we visited China. No, i'm not blaming my parents. I thank them for taking such good care of me. I can only blame me - for not educating myself to know the origins of bear bile. I can only blame myself for not knowing how the bile was collected and how much the bears have to suffer just because of my wheezing. I hate that I was a consumer, I feel so sick. If i can vomit whatever i've consumed from 12 years ago, i would. I am disgusted at myself for even visiting a shop that sells bear bile. I feel sick. I feel disgusted. I feel angry and sad. For that -even though nothing's gonna change- i am sorry. I am sorry. I am truly, truly sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that consumers of bear bile should have their own bile milked in the very same manner the milking was done on the bear. Have you any idea how painful the process is? have you ANY idea how SICK AND CRUEL the milking process is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educate yourselves. you can click &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/animalrights/story/0,11917,1589415,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.acres.org.sg/issues_bearbile.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bile_bear"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin. I feel sick, sick to my stomach, sick in my heart. So sick i don't even care about my committments in Singapore. i really don't care. if i can, i'd leave everything and fly off to China or Vietnam to save some bears. Say i'm dramatic and over exaggerating everything. Whatever, try having your bile milked the same way, when you start screaming, banging your head against the cage which is so small you can't turn or move, or when you start chewing on your own hands to distract yourself from the pain, or when your fingers get chopped off because you try to defend yourself from the milkers, please, please, just tell me not to DRAMATISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure itself is pure torture. The living conditions are horrific and depressing. It can't get any sicker. It seriously can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern medicine has proven that Bear Bile DOES NOT improve medical conditions, it doesn't help the human body, and it has no effect on humans at all, SO WHY CAN'T THE BEAR FARMING STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those people who use/buy shampoos with bear bile as one of the ingredients, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. is your hair THAT important that you are willing to allow bears to go through such torture? JUST FOR YOUR FUCKING HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it, i don't even feel like showing excerpts because i'd end up quoting the entire article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help myself, but i just had to learn more about this. And so i happened to chance upon a website and dared myself to look at some of the pictures. if you want to, just google something along the lines of "Milking of Bear Bile". I'm sure search engines will churn out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be indifferent towards this issue, you can choose not to care. But Please, I plead with you, Don't consume or patronise shops that sell or promote Bear Bile. Don't, because bears are suffering. They are suffering for a "medicine" that can easily be replaced by 54 other kinds of herbs. So please, Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, i'm gonna save alot of money so that i can help the associations fighting to save the bears. For that, i will not go for the Jeff Chang Concert. I know its not a big gesture. But while i'm still working on my plans, i'll start small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand by, helplessly. I will not stand by and watch. I will do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the bears who died because of this inhumane practice, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am truly sorry. Please be happy in heaven, and look after your fellow bears who are still suffering. Please tell them not to chew on their own paws, please comfort them and keep them from loneliness, despair and mental anxiety. If you can smack some Bile-milkers from heaven, please do so, I'm sure God will allow it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8126295539065665361?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8126295539065665361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8126295539065665361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8126295539065665361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8126295539065665361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-one-of-many-many-reasons-why-i.html' title='This is one of the MANY MANY reasons why i love animals more than Humans.'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1657959238084296675</id><published>2008-02-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:17:51.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures from the whole CNY Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bVWrI9vVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FKRr8ESjHbg/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bVWrI9vVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FKRr8ESjHbg/s320/Ka+chee-0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163048608341015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my table before spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bVk7I9vWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zwM5SR5rdiM/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bVk7I9vWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zwM5SR5rdiM/s320/Ka+chee-0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163048853154151778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my table during spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Vinne the Vacuum Cleaner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bWG7I9vXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IWm-cA3rD_o/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bWG7I9vXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IWm-cA3rD_o/s320/Ka+chee-0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163049437269704050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Papa making Pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bWaLI9vYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j01f6XZCRaE/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bWaLI9vYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j01f6XZCRaE/s320/Ka+chee-0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163049767982185858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my work of art: Pineapple Squares to be used as filling for the Pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bW1LI9vZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h7v0rrvCepI/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bW1LI9vZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h7v0rrvCepI/s320/Ka+chee-0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163050231838653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the first few batches of Tarts waiting to be cooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bXL7I9vaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1sFROp19Uj0/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bXL7I9vaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1sFROp19Uj0/s320/Ka+chee-0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163050622680677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats some very nice tarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1657959238084296675?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1657959238084296675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1657959238084296675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1657959238084296675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1657959238084296675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-pictures-from-whole-cny-bonanza.html' title='Some pictures from the whole CNY Bonanza'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R6bVWrI9vVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FKRr8ESjHbg/s72-c/Ka+chee-0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-153351308854766800</id><published>2008-02-04T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:43:30.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do with Festivities</title><content type='html'>God Bless my CNY Shopping! :D I hope i get to find Good buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday during dinner/coffee with Aaron, i was telling him about my CNY shopping, and i mentioned that i wanna get a jumper - so that i don't have to think of what to wear when i go for tutorials and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i suddenly remembered, since there aren't classes this week, we only have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one more week&lt;/span&gt; of tutorials and lectures. Nono, to be exact, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of lecture and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Poly's ending. It makes me sad to know that i won't be able to meet acquaintances randomly. It makes me more sad to know that i won't be sitting with my gang for lunch, or meeting for project discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Poly's ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-153351308854766800?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/153351308854766800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=153351308854766800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/153351308854766800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/153351308854766800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-to-do-with-festivities.html' title='Things to do with Festivities'/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3615284740056242443</id><published>2008-02-04T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:14:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was searching for Animal Web banners online. and i chanced upon a website www.protectseals.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i watched a short documentary on the clubbing of seals which i totally regret on one hand. On the other, the video has truly truly shown me just HOW SICK human race can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that i feel disgusted would be a total understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick to my stomach when i saw how humans actually club seals. They do it as if they're playing golf, only instead of a golfball, its the head of a seal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A living seal&lt;/span&gt;. Just one heartless whack, and all you see is the snow around turn blood red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hsus.org/web-files/Seals_Sealions/184x265_seal_clubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.hsus.org/web-files/Seals_Sealions/184x265_seal_clubbing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so disgusted, i had to learn more about this cruel process. Thank you, Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical method of killing seals is to use a Hakapik. A Hakapik is a heavy wooden club with a metal head to crush the skull of a seal, and a hook on one end used for dragging carcasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially against the clubbing of seals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this world become? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seal-clubbing, Horse Slaughtering, Dog-fighting, Puppy Mills, Animal Abuse, Research Chimps, Animal testing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if its best to not know such disturbing information, because it always leaves me feeling next to helpless about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3615284740056242443?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3615284740056242443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3615284740056242443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3615284740056242443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3615284740056242443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-searching-for-animal-web-banners.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5995858173839032001</id><published>2008-01-31T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:40:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES. i've been extremely lazy since i've not been updating my brog, but it doesn't really matter. The past few days were a horror. The short period was filled with much rushing, typing, presenting, running, printing, arranging, binding, filing, editing, more running, queueing, more printing, and more running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, amidst this weirdly horrific-ly busy schedule, alot of money was spent. So much, i begin to wonder why should a report cost so much. -_- And its not like we can claim from a money pool or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My gang has planned for reunion dinner next monday night and DANG! I'M SO EXCITED! i can't imagine, the low-heying, the steamboating, the shouting, the cooking, the laughing.. I think this dinner is for all of us - we need it. Because FYP has taken such a toll on us, we need a recovery plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And o, i still can't find anyone to go to the Jeff Chang concert in March with me. If you're reading this, and you're interested (and have the financial capabilities) please please pleeeeaaasee let me know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last thing i wanna brog about is about the OSIP sharing that Mrs Wee made GAG do. Well, i'm proud of GAG. Gavin Aaron Gen. The sharing wasn't the greatest, but i think we did motivate some of the juniors to go for OSIP, and thats the best thing that can happen from that little sharing, yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam is a beautiful country, and i can't even begin to say how much i miss Vietnam, how much i want to go back. I miss the people there, Anh Nhan, Anh Dong, Anh Hoa, Chi Hang, Chi Thuy, Chi Ngan, Chi Dang, Chi Van, Anh Trung, Anh Dung, Anh Phong, Anh Tung, Anh Trung, Anh Do, Anh Nhut, Anh Lap, Anh Khanh, Chi Tao, Anh Duoc, Anh Tinh, Anh Diem, Anh Canh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, so many of them. I miss them, i miss them so much. I miss the country, the culture, the people, the Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5995858173839032001?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5995858173839032001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5995858173839032001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5995858173839032001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5995858173839032001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3440516072496953216</id><published>2008-01-28T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:20:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys are family.&lt;/span&gt; Family. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish-duck-elephant  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken-banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&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/30029844-3440516072496953216?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3440516072496953216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3440516072496953216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3440516072496953216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3440516072496953216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-you-guys-are-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6170316767375034771</id><published>2008-01-15T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:39:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 105&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.............. i did this for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Penis Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/penisnamegenerator/unit.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Juan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/penisnamegenerator/"&gt;Penis Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6170316767375034771?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6170316767375034771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6170316767375034771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6170316767375034771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6170316767375034771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-iq-is-105-your-logical.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-2713039147480948392</id><published>2008-01-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:23:37.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Paul (Mu Gui)&lt;/span&gt;: Stop reading my blog! I'm sure you have better things to do, like............. find more companies for our career faire &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-2713039147480948392?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/2713039147480948392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=2713039147480948392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2713039147480948392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/2713039147480948392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncle-paul-mu-gui-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7226205307972947428</id><published>2008-01-13T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:19:23.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am, a very bad cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encouraged my poxed-out cousin to eat and drink everything my aunt and grandma are keeping from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bought her Famous Amos Macadamia cookies. Apparently people with Pox cannot eat or drink - egg, any bean products, soy sauce, chicken, and 3659 more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWCANTHISBE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i secretly made coffee for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no one can do without coffee - unless you don't like coffee, but ha, thats just deception. Because Coffee - is one of God's best creations (to me, and Poxed-out Chloe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) God Bless Chloe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7226205307972947428?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7226205307972947428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7226205307972947428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7226205307972947428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7226205307972947428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-very-bad-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1122954570426114194</id><published>2008-01-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:28:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was NAPFA Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking if i pass or fail, i couldn't even be bothered with how i scored, i just wanted to get it over and done with. When its time to stretch, i stretch. When they say run, i run. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire "event" actually brought us all together - Xuan, Gek, Nat, and GAG. We had tons of fun warming up together, talking about someone's boyfriend, discussing about RuiXiang's armpit hair, arguing about how my night out was/wasn't a date (it is NOT okay!), and discussing how music can help us run faster - and given the music Xuan listens to, we'll probably see her on all fours dashing about. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the system was so screwed up, we finished all our stations by 7pm (supposed to start at 3pm, but the rain kept going. So everything was delayed) and we had to wait TWO AND A HALF HOURS just to get our forms back and sign them - not 'them'. sign IT - it was ONE piece. There were SOOO many of us, and they JUST had to call out the numbers one by one. it was so frustrating. by the time we were done, it was already 9.30pm. And i didn't have any food in my tummy. All i ate the entire day was 2 small slices of luncheon meat i stole from my grandma's lunch (hehe. she cooked alot okay. and she couldn't even finish what she cooked.). So all in all, i was a tired, smelly, sticky, lumpish, flopsy, starving girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotions felt today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm-and-fuzzy-feel&lt;br /&gt;it-is-not-a-date-feel&lt;br /&gt;i-stink-like-poop-feel&lt;br /&gt;i-just-want-to-get-this-over-and-done-with-feel&lt;br /&gt;i-need-my-inhaler-and-some-water-feel&lt;br /&gt;Ooo!-curly-fries!!-feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1122954570426114194?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1122954570426114194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1122954570426114194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1122954570426114194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1122954570426114194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-napfa-day-dont-bother-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7842951288734963362</id><published>2008-01-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:07:22.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I signed up for my Church's School of Modern Levites, which is the Music Ministry, but this "School" is for musicians - drummer, bassist, acoustic guitar, keyboards and all. I signed up for the online lessons which will commence in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an electric keyboard with at least 4 octaves, and my budget is............... $300.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7842951288734963362?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7842951288734963362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7842951288734963362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7842951288734963362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7842951288734963362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-signed-up-for-my-churchs-school-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-83638220539280224</id><published>2008-01-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:19:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So i've got a type of conjunctivitis that can cause scarring of the cornea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i stole a stack of plain paper from Mr. Tan PC to print EIGHT sets of Templates for FYP Weekly Journal Submission. i think there're only 2 more weekly journals to submit. Why did i print 8 sets, you ask. I'm  Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop rubbing my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've stopped feeling someway about some people, but i've developed new feelings for some people. But once in a while, old feelings come back, while i try to hold on to the new feelings so that the old feelings would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. my brother's turning 21. Chweny One. Feels so old. Like, when we were kids, i thought that people usually only live 4 to 5 years, and i didn't understand that being 8 years old means i've lived for 8 years and all. So can you imagine my mum's horror when i told her i wanna live for 5 years when we were in a non-aircon SBS bus one afternoon. Her eyes were as big as walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, korkor's turning 21. He's gonna be an adult. Soon it'll be my turn too. And all my friends' turns will come too (before mine). And then, we'll be hanging out as a bunch of adults, grownups. Our childish ways will be despised and our maturity levels will be judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-83638220539280224?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/83638220539280224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=83638220539280224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/83638220539280224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/83638220539280224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5895314608373382047</id><published>2008-01-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:59:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was absolutely funny. We had a one hour lecture, then 2 hours of tutorial for Logistics Planning and Control Systems. Sounds like a whole lot of boring stuff. I think it is kinda boring cos its all tech-talk. BUT, today's tutorial was absolutely funny. For one, I was munching a curry puff and Xuan was crunching on Potato Chips throughout the lesson - which was weird cos, as usual, eating is not allowed in labs. but we were doing it as though there was nothing wrong with it. and Mr. Tan Poh Chuan (that funny little small man) didn't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway, Xuan started playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloons: Tower of Defense&lt;/span&gt; (mofunzone.com). So whilst we were watching the monkey shoot darts at the Bloons, Mr. Tan said we should be looking at him rather than the computer monitor. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, i got distracted so i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zmY3u1MpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ED_QOXGxkm8/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zmY3u1MpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ED_QOXGxkm8/s400/Ka+chee-0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245388756628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the doodle clearly, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zmkXu1MqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lGuQ_bBUHGA/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zmkXu1MqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lGuQ_bBUHGA/s400/Ka+chee-0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245586325123746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Description: Chilli-Flake Poop with smelly green air attracting Rare blue flies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Xuan complained, "Why are you always drawing poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided on something more.. pleasant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zm9Xu1MrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n0YMSSWz5T8/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zm9Xu1MrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n0YMSSWz5T8/s320/Ka+chee-0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246015821853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A closer view at that work of art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3znI3u1MsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2RUEQIZ_GC8/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3znI3u1MsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2RUEQIZ_GC8/s400/Ka+chee-0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246213390348994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Description: a back view of a doggie enjoying the light fluffy clouds, and feeling the cool breeze in his.. fur.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, Mr. Tan called us to the front to show us how the RFID system works. So we all gathered at the front. and he was showing us how inventory control could be made easier with RFID, cos the sensor would be able to sense what products were on the shelves and what wasn't, Or, if you put the RFID reader at the entrance of a warehouse or so, the movement of goods can be traced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were 4 readers/sensors-sort-of-thing. two on shelves and two on tripods. And that clownish Jonathan.................................................. my goodness. I laughed till my tummy ached and my eyes teared. Mygoodness. Couldn't stop laughing. He was either moving the tripods or moving the RFID tags that Mr. Tan was trying to explain with. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tutorial, Xuan, Gek, Nat and i went down to Marina Square's Waraku to indulge in some Japanese Cuisine :D WHICH WAS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL. SO YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to take alot of pictures, but i took these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zpoXu1MtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ItSA_vaIcec/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zpoXu1MtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ItSA_vaIcec/s400/Ka+chee-0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248953579483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Description: Chocolate Ice-Cream Cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zp2nu1MuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QvY_YNvQ3qo/s1600-h/Ka+chee-0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zp2nu1MuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QvY_YNvQ3qo/s400/Ka+chee-0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151249198392619746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Description: Petite 5!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only wish Gavin and Aaron and Debbie were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5895314608373382047?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5895314608373382047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5895314608373382047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5895314608373382047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5895314608373382047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-today-was-absolutely-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3zmY3u1MpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ED_QOXGxkm8/s72-c/Ka+chee-0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5118550856767600850</id><published>2008-01-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:26:09.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing to brog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5118550856767600850?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5118550856767600850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5118550856767600850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5118550856767600850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5118550856767600850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-nothing-to-brog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-9133520702853048764</id><published>2008-01-01T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:35:37.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favourite memories so far - was during the Christmas season just a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Zachary and Chloe their Christmas presents. i got Chloe slightly-better-quality earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got Zachary a set of Espirit Towels. So he can dump his old fungus infested towels and use slightly better ones so his pox can be soothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when he thought that was it, i presented him with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Quest Monsters: Joker&lt;/span&gt; for Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. hahahahhahahahahahha. he shouted "OMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!! OMYGODOMYGODOMYGOD!!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was jumping up and down as if springs grew under his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing i knew, he was lying in bed, with his entire body under his blanket, revealing only his head. And he was holding the game and staring at it with gleaming eyes, as if it was some secret diary or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness :D Zackee, its just a game. I'm glad you like your presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was then that i felt the Christmas spirit, the joy of giving. the warmth that arises within when you know you've made someone else happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-9133520702853048764?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/9133520702853048764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=9133520702853048764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/9133520702853048764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/9133520702853048764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-my-favourite-memories-so-far-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-759857585460140528</id><published>2008-01-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:14:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. my 201st post for the 1st day of 2008. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good :) i spent the past MANY days at my aunt's house with my cousins: Poxed-out-Zackee, Chlo Chan and Baby Jedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedd is growing up so fast. and he's becoming so clingy to me - its a strange matter. Everytime i come out of the quarantine room and he sees me, he shouts a "HA-ROW" (hello) and comes running towards me. sometimes when i'm around during his sleeping times he'll make me pat and sing him to sleep. And whilst doing that, the following will happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He'll hug my head. Such that my face will be in his tummy. (he's 2 years plus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He'll rest his foot on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He'll pinch my nose - that prevents me from breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He'll cover my mouth with his palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He'll rest his head on my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when i'm hiding in the quarantine room, he'll bang on the door and make a HUGE fuss to force me to come out. so i can doodle dumptrucks on his Doodle Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he's growing up so fast, i think i should spend more time at my aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I dashed, rushed, ran, squeezed, scrambled and everything to catch a movie with JOEL LIM. i managed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my bag, take a cab from Serangoon North to Yishun, Choose Clothes, Bathe, and head for North point in under 45 minutes. Am i good or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was okay, but i thought the company was good. I enjoyed Joel's company - if only he didn't have to go back to camp :\ Turns out Joel is in the same camp as Sherwyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: There's this guy from camp.. i think his name starts with S something... very broad shoulders, and his english damn slang one.. from  Zhonghua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err.. Sherwyn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: AH! yes. Sherwyn. Ya. Wah! his english damn slang la. Zhengwen said he's your ex-boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.. Ya.. He is......... *Looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: *smiles.* Why're you so shy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-759857585460140528?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/759857585460140528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=759857585460140528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/759857585460140528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/759857585460140528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2008/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6495832084059806650</id><published>2007-12-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:08:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY 200th POST. congrats-me-doo-doo-dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent one hour plus with Chlo dearest after church talking about stereotypes we dislike. Let me name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls who don't act their age. 10 year olds pretending to have boyfriends who are asking them for sex and all, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys who have chopstick legs (already) but choose to further emphasize it to make them look like toothpicks by wearing SKINNIES. -disgusting.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls who are 'Ah-lians' who act weak in front of guys. Please, when do guys ever dig that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys who are such EMOs they take zi-lian pictures with stupid ugly dramatic poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Girls who photoshop their pictures and put STUPID BRAINLESS CAPTIONS. to name a few examples, "if love is a crime, i'll be your criminal" or, "You're my addiction". PLEASE. mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Girls who pretend to be homoz. so AA please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Girls who don't dress appropriately for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Girls who put so much mascara - their eyelashes look like a black chunk, AND they add on Fake eyelashes. Mygosh, are you trying to shelter your eyes from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i hate people like me, who stereotype people as stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6495832084059806650?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6495832084059806650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6495832084059806650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6495832084059806650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6495832084059806650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-200th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8736722801528081512</id><published>2007-12-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:32:28.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i just got down to thinking about the darkest period of my life (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had a period in your life where - if you think back now, most of it would be gray, and painful to even think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had mine. 'twas several months after my mom passed away, at that point, i was also trying to recover from a breakup with someone very dear. That was the same period i had trouble coping with my studies (Sec 3. tough year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the year i had suicidal thoughts. That was the year i broke the most dishes. That was the year i cried the most and the hardest. That was the year where i spent most nights crying myself to sleep. That was the year where i experienced wanting someone so badly. That was also the year i struggled most with everything at home. That was the year i considered dying - i thought about how i should die. And i wondered, would he come to my funeral if i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those adolescent years. those morbid thoughts. those dark days. those gray memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dtjw. its time i let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! enough morbidity. :) Jesus will save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8736722801528081512?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8736722801528081512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8736722801528081512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8736722801528081512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8736722801528081512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-i-just-got-down-to-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8681418604419993248</id><published>2007-12-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:38:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'd like to bless you with two Hotpugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, Pugs are my favourite breed. Their worried faces and flat noses are an absolute love-thing-sort-of-thing. Don't understand right? Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3EHpHu1MoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NyF_y_KDfB8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3EHpHu1MoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NyF_y_KDfB8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147904252092691074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you're stuck in the smelliest poop, wrapped in the sandpaperest skin, stuffed in the smallest container, smeared on the grossiest wall, juiced in the rustiest juicer, squeezed in the air-tightest ziplock bag,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas has been meaningful, if not, i pray that your Christmas next year *long pause* will be more meaningful that all the Christmases that you've ever had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8681418604419993248?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8681418604419993248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8681418604419993248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8681418604419993248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8681418604419993248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/todays-christmas-so-id-like-to-bless.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R3EHpHu1MoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NyF_y_KDfB8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6816063046533224214</id><published>2007-12-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:59:23.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i think, i should forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i do, then there'll be a huge vacuum/hole/abyss/void in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think, i should let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i do, then there might be a day i'd regret letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think, maybe i should stay put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i do, i'd decompose in my own flesh and rot in the memories of you. (morbidly un-true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Tell me, what would you like me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if i don't decide, the next time you come back, I'm gonna waver and lose my balance. And if i ever do fall, again, i'd be a branded a fool. The biggest fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST EMO CRAP. SO PLEASE, IGNORE THIS. Go interest yourself with other stuff such as &lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6816063046533224214?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6816063046533224214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6816063046533224214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6816063046533224214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6816063046533224214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-think-i-should-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6483429862990533256</id><published>2007-12-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:26:45.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello All! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas Eve already. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas - doesn't feel like Christmas. No idea why, but its something internal. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing so many people (Majority Vietnamese), I've been so caught up with the D-arc ('Arc' for anime talk. 'Phase' for normal talk. 'D' is for me to know.). Thinking about D has taken up too much time, and i'm glad its gonna be over soon. Its a bittersweet feeling. I hate Bittersweet stuff - Except of course, Chocolat Noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Vietnam, the streets, the air, the people, the rooms, the places, the roundabouts, the pollution, the dogs, the tiles, the forklifts, the security guards, the tea, the coffee, the dinners, the homecooked dinners, the motorbikes, the rain, the 'neighbourhood', the Parksons Shopping Centre, the internet cafe, and. The Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from Vietnam still call and stuff, and i feel so happy and warm when they call. But papa just told me that my 3-min call to Vietnam costed 22 bucks. So, i've decided, until i get a overseas calling card, i won't answer any more calls. And, it really pains me to leave a call (from Vietnam) ringing until all thats left is just "1 missed call".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate to say that i don't feel Christmasy on Christmas Eve, because Christmas is my favourite season. And i'd have to wait a whole year for another Christmas - so i really don't wanna let this go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not receptive to the Christmas Spirit. Am i missing the real meaning of Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6483429862990533256?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6483429862990533256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6483429862990533256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6483429862990533256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6483429862990533256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-all-its-christmas-eve-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-405119569557259700</id><published>2007-12-22T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:14:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so screwed. How did i even get started on Bleach.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thinks to self: there are 152 episodes on crunchyroll. and i'm at ep 132. which means i got 20 more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ep 132 is a damn good filler :D even though its a filler, its a Good filler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: Bimbotism comin' right up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HITSUGAYA IS SO COOL! WALA HALA HALA HALA. with that bleached hair and OMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND O! KISUKE URAHARA! WALA WALA WALA WALA! (he's my phone wallpaper. &gt;,&lt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws heart-shaped confetti* (i got that from Xuan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOKAY. thats enough bimbotism for.... one day. teehee. toohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-405119569557259700?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/405119569557259700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=405119569557259700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/405119569557259700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/405119569557259700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8245281431441433776</id><published>2007-12-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:15:38.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Hari Raya, Ros! and all other muslim friends reading ziz post. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, Papa has the day off, so he pestered me last night to help him clean up the house today. So i did. And since his shoulder hurt, i got assigned the mopping job cos its harder work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i mopped and scrubbed and mopped and scrubbed the kitchen floor. And now its SO MUCH CLEANER! mygoodness. but it was not an easy feat man, i think i burnt some calories back there. After all the scrubbing, Papa walked into the kitchen and exclaimed, "WOW! SO CLEAN AH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna forbid my grandmama to cook in my kitchen - ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. There was a really funny conversation that went on whilst mopping. Papa was incharge of Vacuuming. So, he'd vacuum then i'd mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (Mopping and prespiring): Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa (was done Vacuuming, so he was sitting and resting): Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You didn't vacuum the floor underneath the pail right &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: I did! I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO you didn't! There was a dead fly and a dust bunny there. &gt;: ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: ... (some gibberish) (He was guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAH! Trying to cheat ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of convo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny to see how things have changed. usually for that kinda conversation, i'm the cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Papa's making me go bathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8245281431441433776?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8245281431441433776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8245281431441433776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8245281431441433776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8245281431441433776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-hari-raya-ros-and-all-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-5522421425754084672</id><published>2007-12-14T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:37:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cell was definitely great fun, watching all the ladies sing Christmas Carols at the top of their lungs. And how they'd try to gradually sing the choruses louder and all, Really peaks the Christmas mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my project group, i'm sorry i wasn't able to join you guys in the afternoon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of reflection. I was watching Channel 5, and Mark Richmond was giving updates for the ASEAN Games. And they showed this clip of Singapore's Proudest moments for this season of games. And i couldn't help but feel proud of Singapore - or maybe, i feel proud of the people standing with their Gold medals, with Singapore's flag on their backs, bowing to the cheering crowds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty amazing. and it gives me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-5522421425754084672?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/5522421425754084672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=5522421425754084672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5522421425754084672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/5522421425754084672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/cell-was-definitely-great-fun-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-4804486563730939349</id><published>2007-12-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:05:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To you: I'm happy! :) I don't miss you that much anymore. And i'm happy about that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Today tons of stuff happened. I slept for two hours in the morning, then i woke up at 4am to continue working on my report. Then i bathed like madness, and i rushed down to school. Reached at 7am. and continued with my report. Then rush like mad again. And ah. Long story, but i managed to get my report submitted (30mins late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all that mad-rushing, my adrenaline was all gone, and i was as grouchy as can be. I felt like all the fatigue accumulated from the past week chose to self-reveal today. its like, for the past week i've been sleeping 4+ hours every night. Plus, today morning i was plagued with a BIG bad flu. My voice is still a little off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was supposed to meet Joel for dinner today, but his camp called him back earlier. So :( we had to cancel. But i'm quite confident we'll go out again soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYP meeting was quite fun. :D all the ghost stories about dolls and pontianaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home, and i was surfing the net and then i heard from the TV outside my room - JEFF CHANG'S CONCERT NEXT MARCH! and they were playing all his oldies, and thats how i was able to recognise even though my room door was closed. I wanted to go, quite badly, but i knew Jeff Chang-ers my age were a RARE case. RARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to youtube and started watching all his MVs, and of course, sang along with my ko-yak voice. Then Xuan saw my "i love JEff Chang" nick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out she's a Jeff Chang-er too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS ONE OF THE TWO BEST NEWS I'VE HEARD SO FAR. WE GOT ALL EXCITED AND WE HAVE DECIDED TO SAVE UP FOR JEFF-CHANG'S CONCERT NEXT YEAR SO WE CAN GET GOOD SEATS!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. the Second really-good news is that........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that G loves YANNI TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMYGOODNESS. YANNI Fans are rarer than rare. but i don't expect alot of people to know/like Yanni since his music is contemp Classical. But can you imagine my shock when i played one of his songs and i said it was by Yanni, and G gave me the wide-eyed look and said, "G, I love Yanni!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH WO-AH. WOOOO-AHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is love, is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-4804486563730939349?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/4804486563730939349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=4804486563730939349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4804486563730939349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4804486563730939349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-you-im-happy-i-dont-miss-you-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7804542303139563048</id><published>2007-12-09T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:03:24.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember, i wrote a song very long ago. Just two verses. But its who God is to me. So here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is fresh like the dew drops in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;His faithfulness is for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;His joy is warm - like the warmest streak of sunshine in the sky&lt;br /&gt;O, i'm so in love with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there'll be trials and battles to fight,&lt;br /&gt;I know my Lord will walk with my for life.&lt;br /&gt;He'll hold my hand, and wipe my tears, He'll take away my fears.&lt;br /&gt;O, i'm so in love with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7804542303139563048?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7804542303139563048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7804542303139563048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7804542303139563048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7804542303139563048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-remember-i-wrote-song-very-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7696905141834574023</id><published>2007-12-07T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:44:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7696905141834574023?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7696905141834574023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7696905141834574023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7696905141834574023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7696905141834574023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7954383853482291308</id><published>2007-12-03T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:47:10.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although i've left Vietnam for more than a week already, it seems my blogger thingy is still... reminiscing. Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R1QFY60sC5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/A6GWhj8m8oU/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R1QFY60sC5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fpdILgYDKBA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139739000401824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. it brings back memories of Vietnam :) kinda sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. so i was reading up some stuff on Wikipedia. And after some clicking, i came to the article about "Bubble Tea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the entire article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird to see how elaborated Bubble Tea can get when it is explained in proper english. I mean, its just a drink with Tapioca Balls in it. But Wiki has a whole article on it, explaining things like the special big straws, the gummy texture and size of the pearls, the different kinds of drinks and flavours offered, and how ice-blended drinks should be consumed faster than the tea-drinks cos the coldness would cause the pearls to harden which makes it "less enjoyable to chew". Quite funny ay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and I always thought that the drink was called Bubble Tea because the Bubbles referred to the Pearls since they're round and they occasionally float around in the  drink. ITS NOT AY! the "Bubble" refers to the bubbles floating on the drink as a result from shaking it to mix the tea with the syrup. &gt;_&lt; what a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourself out, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_tea"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7954383853482291308?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7954383853482291308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7954383853482291308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7954383853482291308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7954383853482291308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/although-ive-left-vietnam-for-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpoRHT6EJ60/R1QFY60sC5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fpdILgYDKBA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3255661632381090428</id><published>2007-12-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:53:53.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bum is collecting more fats because my brain refuses to tell my body to stand up and get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats okay. i'm gonna go for a jog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has not been thinking much since i got back. Adapting to Singapore Life has not been easy. Just like how when i went back to school yesterday - everything felt alien. Everything. The noises everywhere - which were once mere sounds - were too much to bear. The canteen, the benches, outside the LTs.. everywhere. I just miss the serenity of Vietnam. But then again, Vietnam is anything but serene. The traffic is one good and very big example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i got back, my brain has been plagued with pieces of Vietnam. Then, just as if Vietnam was not enough, a piece of History came back. And so, for the past 6 days, my mind has been soaked through with Vietnam and that piece of History. and my body has been plagued with Nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to work at church this Sunday. At first i was quite okay with it, cos i wasn't really thinking when i agreed to work. Then after some time, i really wanted to attend Worship. At least Worship. But... i can't. Cos we're shorthanded. So. I'm praying that God will teach my Spirit to be obedient. I wanna enjoy work. I really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how everyone i've met so far carries the same expected conversation which would typically go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello ____!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: HEY! YOU'RE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Evil Brain thinks: Doh. I'm standing in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: When were you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: So, how was your trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Loved it. Didn't wanna come back, but I was forced to. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: *Laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evil Brain thinks: I wasn't joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be quite evil. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TROI OI. TROI OI. TROOOOOI OI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3255661632381090428?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3255661632381090428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3255661632381090428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3255661632381090428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3255661632381090428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bum-is-collecting-more-fats-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-406172838334353675</id><published>2007-12-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:09:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just revisited my Archives and read that One post about you that i blogged last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE AFTER ONE YEAR, I'M BACK WHERE I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rip my hair out. Either that, or i'll just sing Bic Runga's 'Sway' so loudly you can hear me from Mulberry Ave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-406172838334353675?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/406172838334353675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=406172838334353675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/406172838334353675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/406172838334353675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-revisited-my-archives-and-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3916367004059857087</id><published>2007-11-29T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:01:36.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Today's only the third day of school, and i was stuck there till 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this term's timetable is EXTREMELY slackish.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 1 Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: No class&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1 lecture, 1 tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 1-hr lecture&lt;br /&gt;Friday: No class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Technically, "No class" doesn't mean no class, because we are supposed to visit our assigned company to work on our Major Project. BUT. Our company has requested us to go down as little as possible. They'd rather us do Tele-conferencing. So we can do our work ANywhere, so long as there's a speaker phone of some sort.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... I can foresee a hectic (final) term. For one, i'm only on my first week and i have this much to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Complete Vietnam Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Present Exhibition, and prepare for Presentation next day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Oral Presentation for OSIP, meeting with YPC advisors and Committee&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Chiong OSIP Report&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Hand in OSIP Report&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Thurs: Complete FILA-thing for Major Project&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Submit weekly report for Major Project&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Rest my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why Aaron's so stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay. To my two biggest loves in TP - Aaron and Gavin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron my love, don't worry please. You know you can count on the 2 Gs. We're your Egg Yolks, dude. Even if you don't do well, even if you screw up everything, You know we'll be there for you. I promise (on behalf of Prata-G, too.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin my prata-love. I loooooooooove you, Prata Boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3916367004059857087?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3916367004059857087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3916367004059857087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3916367004059857087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3916367004059857087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-6183602752150746898</id><published>2007-11-29T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:48:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad we met up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;Don't Stray.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ever Go Away.&lt;br /&gt;           - 'Sway' by Bic Runga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-6183602752150746898?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/6183602752150746898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=6183602752150746898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6183602752150746898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/6183602752150746898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-glad-we-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-4224932515578621811</id><published>2007-11-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:20:25.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its funny how people whom you think have disappeared for life can try to contact you when you're in Vietnam, and then just the day after you're back, they manage to get you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Much can be learnt from watching the National Geographic Channel, here's some valuable animally information for all you animal lovers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elephants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Elephants have the longest gestation period. While a typical human's gestation period lasts for 9 months, an elephant's last for 22 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Elephants were evolved from animals that live in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The elephant's trunk contains 39000+++ more muscles than in an entire human body. It can uproot trees with just its trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A baby elephant takes about a year to fully learn how to control its trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is possible for a litter of puppies to be from different dads. Because when a dog mates, the eggs from a female doggie is usually not 'ripe'. So the sperm will attach itself of the uterus walls to wait for the eggs to ripen. When the eggs ripen, the sperms will then dash to fertilize it. So, during the wait, mummy dog could have mated with different daddy dogs. Hieu Khong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The largest birth from doggies so far is a litter of 24 puppies. SHOCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When a puppy is born, the mummy eats the placenta - This is a crucial and important step to end the gestation period as the chemicals from the placenta will trigger the mummy's body to produce milk for her puppies. Hence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Dog's whiskers are more sensitive than a human's fingertips, and they serve to protect its eyes. According to Nat Geo, if you touch a Dog's whiskers, it will cause its eyes to blink. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolphins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dolphins are the only organisms other than humans who can have sex for pleasure. In other words, they can mate 365 days a year, while other animals just mate when they're in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Foreplay for Dolphins last a few hours, but the act of the intercourse itself only lasts a few seconds. Its too dangerous in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sea Water kills Dolphin-Sperms, so during the mating session, both dolphins would come so close to each other that it is.. water-tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dolphin Ancestors are a breed of Dogs (in the prehistoric era) that used to fish in rivers but they live on land. Hence, during the Gestation Period, Dolphin-Foetuses grow legs, but the legs are retracted sometime before birth. Which means that Dolphins were once land animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why everything above has to do with Sperms, Eggs, Gestations, Mummies, Daddies and Babies, Its because i was watching 'In The Womb: Animals'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-4224932515578621811?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/4224932515578621811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=4224932515578621811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4224932515578621811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/4224932515578621811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-funny-how-people-whom-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8328692892034382288</id><published>2007-11-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:21:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home. Singapore-Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i love Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vietnam... feels so much like home too. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last moments outside the hotel were.. a little sad. There were some funny moments though. Like how our luggages were so heavy that when they were loaded on to the taxi, the taxi actually moved by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, i was supposed to meet someone for the last time before I leave. I told him i was leaving at 6am, so if he could make it before 6, he'd call. Then i called him at 5.50am. The line got cut off halfway. I had the impression he overslept. So we left for the airport. At 6.17am he called me, just when i arrived at the airport. I told him i was at the airport. And he said "Oh... Anh.. Hotel." He sounded so sad, i could feel the sad-waves transmitting thru the phone. Turns out he rushed to the hotel. But we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached Singapore, i felt a little depressed. But thank God for my famille. My dad, Korkor, aunty leng. They were all there to pick me up. And everyone was happy and chatty, made me feel better. We had lunch and all. Then when i got home, i totally dreaded the unpacking part. Totally. I hate unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything smelt like Room 504, the clothes, the books, the bags, the plastic bags, the socks, the papers. Everything. Then, he called. And he asked how was i. And the normal stuff. But i started tearing. And i couldn't stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was all grey. gray. I went to my kitchen, it was drizzling. And i stood by the kitchen window for a little while to smell the air - as usual. Everything i smelt, everything i saw. Everything in reality, was replaced by memories of Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;I said a little prayer to God, asking for strength, asking for his protection for the people i love and left. I prayed that i would not be overwhelmed by memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how much i miss Vietnam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8328692892034382288?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8328692892034382288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8328692892034382288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8328692892034382288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8328692892034382288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3911356707662196517</id><published>2007-11-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:02:52.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm 2 + 5 + 3.5 + 2.2 + 1.8 + 4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that adds up to 19. If it doesn't, then cancel that. I'm 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, THANK YOU NAT. I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOOOOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night of 15th November. And we decided we were not gonna sleep that night. So we dropped by the bookshop to go crazy a little. We ended up buying 32 pens for our friends at the office. It was GREAT shopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Nat insisted on buying cake to Happy-Birthday me, so we went to Gloria Jeans, I got Chocolate Cake, and she got Tiramisu. Then... we realised we had no Candles. So we went back to the bookshop to get candles. But since we didn't know where the candles were, Nat suggested i look on the second floor while she took the first. And so, we got candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel, continued with Project:Pen. Then, at 12am, We celebrated me turning 19! :D It was a simple but absolutely wonderful celebration. I loved it. THANK YOU LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after Nat was done singing my birthday song, she presented me with my present! It was the 2008 organiser i was eyeing at the bookshop. And guess when she got it. When i was up there looking for candles on the 2nd and 3rd floor. HOW SLY SIA. :D LOVE YOU FOR THAT, BABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we watched Supernatural, freaked ourselves out a little. And we slept. and went to work! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we entered the warehouse, as usual, all the Security Guards were all there, plus the Store Assistants. Then I walked in.. and some of them started applauding and singing Happy-Birthday!!! I got so embarrassed. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the rest of the day, the Security guards were all saying happy Birthday and all. extremely sweet. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN!! OUR COCONUTS ARRIVED! :D WOOHOO! o. i forgot to mention, we (nat and i) decided to buy coconuts for everyone. as a surprise of course, to celebrate my birthday. and we ordered 35 Jelly Coconuts! :D So everyone got a coconut. And we were both very happy people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went on, and i was discussing some work stuff with my Supervisor, then, the Supplier Lady (who works at the office too. who happens to be very rich.) came and discretely asked my Supervisor for my name and Age. Then about half an hour later, SHE CAME BACK TO THE OFFICE WITH A HUUGE CAKE. O MY GOODNESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEfore i knew it, all the porters outside gathered just outside the office to take pictures and all. MY GOODNESS. Then, before i knew it, the Warehouse Leader started looking thru their CD collection for their version of Happy-Birthday. And he played it on so loudly!! my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the staff gathered to sing Happy Birthday. And i gave half the cake to the Security Guards and Porters outside, the other Half was shared among the staff inside the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people i wanna thank and hug (if possible):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat love.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Thuy (Supervisor)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Thuy (Supplier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sister) Chi: Ngan, Tao, Van, Dang, Luan, Thuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brother) Anh: Trung, Trung, Duy, Yan, Giau, Do, Duoc, Dung, Tung, Phong, Tinh, Diem, Khanh, Canh, And so many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all. Love love love love all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much, i can't even bear the thought of leaving Vietnam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3911356707662196517?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3911356707662196517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3911356707662196517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3911356707662196517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3911356707662196517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-2-5-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-649722390046774168</id><published>2007-11-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:31:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post shall be read discretely and left undiscussed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that brief moment 2 actually sounded serious. Which left me baffled. How else am i supposed to respond. There was You, and there was me. If you're saying it just as everyone else is, then i'll treat you like everyone else. But don't say it, and turn around and ask me. Because it changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam Biet Anh Do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-649722390046774168?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/649722390046774168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=649722390046774168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/649722390046774168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/649722390046774168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-post-shall-be-read-discretely-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-1528309571984034395</id><published>2007-11-11T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:16:07.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alo Alo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been great. Work has been a breeze plus some nice clouds and wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our Supervisor didn't have ANYTHING for us to do at all, we (nat plus me) decided to just go and station ourselves at some places to learn the operations/kill time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i figured the office stuff would be boring, i moved myself outside, to the security desk where customers collect their goods there and inspection is done. I LOVE IT THERE! okay, other than the smoking which gave me a few asthmatic problems, everything is good. I love it. The people there are a crazy bunch. The Security guards, store assistants, and Customers, and Drivers, and Porters. Love love love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to know that only when we're leaving Vietnam, then we start to really know every single Porter. Because i love them all (especially... HEH HEH HEH.). I feel like now, those whom we aren't that close to initially are slowly opening up. And they joke and play with us and ask us to eat with them at meals.. they let us try their food. They make me drink their tea with them, and taught me to shout "Jiam Feng Jiam!" when i drink tea. They listen to my MP3, they take my lonely planet and attempt to learn English. They are so.... them. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nat and i went shopping, Clothes - yes, but the highlight of the day was... STATIONERY. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW HAPPY WE WERE WHEN MOST OF THE PENS COST ABOUT 40 cents. MY GOODNESS. WE WERE ON A FRENZY. At one point NAt was carrying so many pens in one hand, she couldn't hold another. And some man gave her a basket to put her pens. but the pens look quite... obiang. BUT WHO CARES. THEY WRITE WELL AND THEY ARE CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we FINALLY walked out of the bookshop, we were all groggy and so tired because of the Adrenaline rush we had buying pens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Next friday's my 19th. and somehow. All the Porters seem to know, Plus the Security Guards. and they keep reminding me about it. Funny. They would say, "Genevieve, Moey Sao, Hey-pee-Birt-Day!" Of course, Genevieve sounds more like.. "Cheh lee fee"  :D Totally love it. And someone called me one day and said in Vietnamese that he'll be going to the Warehouse on the 16th to celebrate my birthday! AH!! i'd better not get my hopes up. My aoratic pump has no room for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I miss Singaporeans tons. Okay! Tam Biet! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-1528309571984034395?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/1528309571984034395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=1528309571984034395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1528309571984034395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/1528309571984034395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/11/alo-alo-this-week-has-been-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-3373692186964103845</id><published>2007-10-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:01:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. SO MANY TAGS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to hear from fellow Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, i've been watching ALOT of Discovery and Nat Geo and Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that i know, the Airbus A380 - world's biggest Airliner, has been delayed for 2 years, But Singpore - the Launch Customer is still staying faithful with our purchase of 10 A380s, in fact, Singapore intends to buy 9 more. Way to go Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it surprises me to know that everytime i hear Singapore's name on any of the channels, i feel a teensy bit pround, and homesick. Not so much of the homesickness though. I like Viet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, i heard Singapore on Nat Geo's 'World's busiest Port'. Then i heard alot of Singapores during the 5-hour run for the Airbus A380 thing. Singapore's quite good ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. feel a little moody today. i need some..... Ca phe Sur da. Coffee with Milk and ice. Or rather. i need some Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Many issues i need to deal with. I'm worried about the presentation for the company - Presenting to the Board of Management is no small deal. I'm leaving Viet soon.. Somehow i feel stressed. then there's the report, even more stress. and the School's Presentation, More stress. YPC - thats some subconscious Stress. and Some.. other Stress - Stress due to fear that i will be disappointed. Stress knowing that i'm gonna miss some people so so so much when i leave. Stress knowing that i MIGHT never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i don't miss Singapore that much because i know i'll have to go back someday - and that day is coming so soon. And even IF one day i migrate somewhere else, i'll still be part of Singapore. But i KNOW i'm already missing this place because when i leave, i May never come back again. Argh. i feel weak when i think of leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes, when you're in different countries, you look different. Yes or no? When i'm in Singapore, People think i'm from Indo, China, Cambodia, Myanmar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i'm in Viet. People just Assume i'm Korean or Jap, and they say.. Konnichiwa. and Arigato. And some other Jap stuff i dont understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Singaporean. A Proud Singaporean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-3373692186964103845?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/3373692186964103845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=3373692186964103845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3373692186964103845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/3373692186964103845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-290051662146771953</id><published>2007-10-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:20:53.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Mummy's 5th Death Anniversary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the first time i'm not in Singapore on this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ney. Its nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mummy. Of course, not just today. I miss her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how she used to spend so much effort cooking dinner. She can't really cook well, My dad cooks absolutely wonderful, but my mum - not so much of a cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, she cooked dinner, and we didn't touch one of the dishes. And she happened to cook Alot for that dish. And she got so upset cos we didn't eat it. :( I miss her. I still remember what that dish looked like. its Ma-Po Tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, when i was in Primary school, she came back during her lunch hour to have lunch with me, and then bring me down to wait for the school bus. But she came home to find me crying, because i didn't want to go to school cos there was this guy - he hit me really hard on my head. Big bully. And my mum was so angry (with that boy) she brought me to school that day, and went to talk to my teacher. My mum's so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, when i was young, in Primary school, she'd pick me up at school every Friday to bring me to Piano class. And i'd look for her face in the crowd at the school. And she'd always be smiling and waving at me. :D I miss her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, there was once we bought pineapple, and she cut it for both of us. And, turns out it wasn't ripe. So we both got our tongues Numb. And we both went to bed with Numb Tongues. It wasn't much, but it's a memory i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how she would make coffee every morning in her Big Pale Green mug. and she'd teach me how to make coffee. After i tried Coffee and totally loved it, she'd allow me to have coffee on weekends. :) Thank you Mummy for letting me drink Coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was younger, and she was cutting my nails for me, and because i fidget-ed a little cos i was trying to write with my other hand, She cut off a chunk of flesh from my finger. And i was bleeding so much. She felt so bad, she dried my hair and put me to bed. When i asked her, "Mummy, how come don't need to wash?" (Cos i hated the washing part. Especially when the wound in on the knee.) She said, "Don't need to wash, meimei, Cos there's too much blood." And i remembered looking at the plaster which was already soaked. I Love her for that memory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time, she was bringing me downstairs to wait for the school bus, and she closed the door with my fingers in the hinges. She again, felt so guilty. I love mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how she would kiss me goodnight, and then stay a little longer,lie in my bed, and we'd talk about school stuff, and i would make her laugh. I miss her kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i entered into Secondary school, she knew of this guy who liked me, and he'd always sms me. And she got so worried that she wrote me a letter, to tell me how sad she was because i was growing up so fast, and how she knows what its like to be in love, but i shouldn't trust guys too much too fast, cos the bad ones only want sex. And then she signed off, "Love, Papa and Mummy. (Mummy do the writing)." I'll always remember that. The letter's still in my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember. After i got my BCG, i went home with really high fever and the fever just wouldn't go down, she got so worried, she brought me to the Chinese Physician. And the physician poke the skin around my thumb-nail with a fat needle, and twidled in round and round. I screeeeamed like nobody's business, didn't care if the room had no door and everyone outside could hear me. But my mummy hugged my head and comforted me. i think she bought me ice-cream after that. :D Of course, the fever went down within 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how she'd tell me how my hair smelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-290051662146771953?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/290051662146771953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=290051662146771953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/290051662146771953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/290051662146771953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-mummys-5th-death-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-8729701762864498974</id><published>2007-10-15T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:25:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O yes. Something I LOVE about Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quite particular about Personal Hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuff Singaporeans will find amusing(okay, only some are amusing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They don't fancy long nails, even if its clean long nails, most men here have really short nails. I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People here dig their noses openly. Digging of noses/ears are as common as People Smsing in Singapore. Yes, Dig that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Unlike Singapore. People here have no qualms about Sneezing openly and loudly. In Singapore, you have to sneeze as softly and as gently as possible, else you'll gather some stares. But in Vietnam, Just do it Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People here litter like nobody's business. Like, i was drinking a coconut whilst walking along the streets one day, and i couldn't find any bins. (Yes, they don't have Bins, unlike Singapore) So i asked a lady where can i dump my emptied Coconut, and she pointed to... the ground. And Yes yes, you can say "Nah! i won't be shocked, i'll just litter la! Its more convenient anyway!" YES BUT I'M TELLING YOU, this "No Littering" Thing that the Singapore Government has birthed into every Singaporean is SO DARN EFFECTIVE. You don't even realise that the whole No-Littering thing is already programmed in your brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so unconfortable leaving my coconut in the middle of the pavement. It was just out of my system. &gt;.&lt; And then the other day, someone went out to buy plasters for me, and he helped me put on the plaster in the middle of the street (Sugar Sweet) and he just threw the little wrappers and papers. Okay he didn't throw, He.. Let them fly in the wind. Yes. And i gasped whilst watching the little scraps dance in the night wind. And he looked at me all weird. Of course,  i gasped with Sound.&lt;br /&gt;So, even when Nat and i throw our ice-cream wrappers on the streets, we do it discretely with Guilty and uncomfortable faces. &gt;.&lt; We are SUCH Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Yes, back to the Sneezing thing. Today i finally got it out of my system. And whilst i was waiting for the porters to Pick the goods, I felt a sneeze coming so i just .... Let go. and it wasn't even that loud. - I sneeze louder in Singapore Prease. And then they all turned and stared at me, cos they've never heard me sneeze. And i said "Xin Loi! (Excuse me)" softly. And they all laughed -_-. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. i'm totally enjoying myself with all the new.... Practices - If i can call it that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' it. &lt;em&gt;Quoted from Mr. McDonalds&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-8729701762864498974?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/8729701762864498974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=8729701762864498974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8729701762864498974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/8729701762864498974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30029844.post-7672782248866661219</id><published>2007-10-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:02:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO BROG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past weeks have been okay. i'm starting to think about the last week i'm gonna spend here in Vietnam. And everytime i do think, i get very sad. I fall into Depression. NEH. heh. Not that bad yet, but i think as the day nears, it'll get worse. I can only pray that God will protect me from any form of negative emotions/feelings. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good. We secretly went out with two of the hotel staff we're closer with. D and N. And they brought us out (on bikes, yes) to District 7. Cos Nat wanted to learn how to ride a bike, so N taught her, and D brought me (on his bike) .. and we just rode, around the area. It was really really nice. Really. Very. I can't stress it more. That short ride just made me fall deeper in love with Vietnam. District 7 is more ruralish, and quieter - Absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And D brought me around this little neighbourhood, of pretty well built houses, like a private housing area in Singapore. But it was really quiet, and nice. and simple - like a really easy and quiet life. I adore that kinda life. Adore is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, D brought us to his uncle's house which was nearby. THAT was definitely an experience to remember. His uncle rears Pigs. AND O MY. i saw the biggest pig in my entire life. Not pig - Sow. A mommy pig with 13 piglets. She's so big, i think she's as long as if i lie down. SHE'S HUGE! SO BIG. And it was such a sight, to see all her piglets feeding, and the mommy lying down. Something i'd never forget. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aside from Pigs, there were also VERY SMALL puppies. and Chickens with CHICKS!! tons of them. and 3 big dogs. And O my, it was just a brilliant trip. :D i feel honoured to be brought to a Vietnamese home. Everyone should try it - of course, i'm not saying everyone will like it, but everyone will remember the experience. Its not Singaporeish, for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. after that, we took a 30mins trip back to District one - which is the District thats most advanced, crowded, packed, singaporeish. And Yay! we had dinner. Dinner WAS GOOD. GOOD GOOD GOOD. Beef never tasted so good. Its the simplest fare, we had Beef Pho (Pronounced FUH). SO GOOD. *Slurrrp* I bet papa will Loooooove it. Its very different from the Beef Kway Teow in Singapore though. I'm not comparing which is better and all, but they're all good in their own sense/taste. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. after dinner, we were supposed to return back to our Hotel since one of them had to work. But one of them learnt that i LOOOOVE/Adore Coffee. So he brought us to have coffee by the Saigon River. SO LOMANTICA. And we just sat, and enjoyed the night sea breeze, and sipped Coffee, and talked, i guess. Totally lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every single bit of that Sunday. Its the bestest. And we're going out with them again this sunday! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. See, its wonderful yet simple experiences like these that make me love Vietnam even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam Love. Em Yeu Viet Nam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30029844-7672782248866661219?l=gennieong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/feeds/7672782248866661219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30029844&amp;postID=7672782248866661219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7672782248866661219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30029844/posts/default/7672782248866661219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gennieong.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-brog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Hears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678815520841524835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
