<?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-3690651618383446987</id><updated>2011-09-21T23:52:23.395+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey of Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>A born Catholic who gave up on God in the midst of growing up has been redeemed again. This is a story of my life, This is my journey of faith</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-8709346879230507958</id><published>2011-08-19T19:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:01:41.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You give them something to eat</title><content type='html'>A note to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Matt 14:10-20 jumped right out at me while i was driving back home today. People mostly know this passage to be Jesus feeding the 5 thousand and normally i wouldnt have taken notice of this passage either having read it countless times... till today that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are times in our lives we feel that we are never capable enough to do things because of the lack that we have, being ability or talent and thats when we "taichi" the problem to either someone else or propose another solution to the problem that doesnt require u to face the problem itself. The scrptire tells us that the disciples wanted to send the crowd off so as to get their food but Jesus replied and said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="woj"&gt;“They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which then the disciples replied "we only have 5 loaves and 2 fishes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what struck me... The poor, the destitute, the murderer, the thrash of society are out there and more often than not, we walk past them as though they were invisible. I know i am lacking in alot of areas... and if given a chance to do something for God, i would rather let someone who is more capable than me do it or try as much as possible not to face this situation but when  Jesus said "They do not need to go away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; give them something to eat" it hit me...i felt that the words were literally targeting me  The little that I have which represents the 5 loaves and 2 fish is enuff in the hands of God! Logically speaking it is impossible to feed 5000 with only that much but Jesus used it nontheless and fed everyone till there was surplus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so called to help the lost and the hopeless. I just pray that God will use me and what little i have. Dunt you ever forget this Sean ... this is to remind u, should u ever lose your focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Past Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3690651618383446987-8709346879230507958?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8709346879230507958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8709346879230507958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8709346879230507958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8709346879230507958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-give-them-something-to-eat.html' title='You give them something to eat'/><author><name>Kula2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06056826159988848008</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-3690651618383446987.post-8643356255381283192</id><published>2010-12-24T07:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:26:20.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;2008 NTU Convocation speech by Adrian&amp;nbsp;Tan&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/h3&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee  School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your  convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to  speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or  retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one.  She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She  has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by  practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day  telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.  Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is  because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who  triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when  you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already  be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be  married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be  married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The  end of education. You’re done learning. You’ve probably been told the  big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you  will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and  professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that?  Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of  interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would  they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your  entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of  you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that  you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean  the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a  bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as  the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind  Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why  people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in  common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger  of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play  in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle  and restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live  to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five  years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they  need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another  40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when  they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing  their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet  their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After  all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to  expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working,  falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as  graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your  hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living  your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing  against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you  don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare  you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not  entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does  not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over  it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment  by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate. Don’t expect  anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as  of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever  be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life  and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is  as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.  What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many  wonderful things that you can do when you are free. The most important  is this: do not work. Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By  its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills. The Japanese have a term  “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic  form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways.  If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away,  disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into  sand and dust. There’s a common misconception that work is necessary.  You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are  “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their  fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless  and, at worst, harmful. People will tell you that work ennobles you,  that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan  “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi  concentration camps. Utter nonsense. Do not waste the vast majority of  your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small  remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach  that end anyway. Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find  something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become  good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that  will have value in itself. I like arguing, and I love language. So, I  became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t  do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved  writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine  you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will  have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go  further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able  to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know  what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and  feeling superior, you might become a teacher. Find that pursuit that  will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must  rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To  those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not  asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is  dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great  capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are  to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the  truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating.  There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without  thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the  value of silence. In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know  it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in  the mirror. I have told you that your life is over, that you should not  work, and that you should avoid telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I now say this to you: be hated. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do  you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has  contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person,  but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those  great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous  instance, nailed to a cross. One does not have to be evil to be hated.  In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is  trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be  liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong  convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into  the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people  in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad  yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one  changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.  Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for  me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without  deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a  microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far  easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection  requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard  work – the only kind of work that I find palatable. Loving someone has  great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something  which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving  someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn  the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human.  Loving is good for the soul. Loving someone is therefore very important,  and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular  culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded  dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and  blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers  every storm. You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the  face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important  than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your  love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its  value is to inspire you. Finally, you will find that there is no  half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you  do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without  reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the  better for it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone. You’re  going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8643356255381283192?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8643356255381283192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8643356255381283192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8643356255381283192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8643356255381283192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-work-avoid-telling-truth-be-hated.html' title='Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7794037166796734437</id><published>2010-12-23T12:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:04:25.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You wear his coat well</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;You Wear His Coat Very Well&lt;/h1&gt;Topic:  &lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;There is a magnificent story in Marie Chapian’s book &lt;i&gt;Of Whom the World Was Not Worthy. &lt;/i&gt;The  book told of the sufferings of the true church in Yugoslavia where so  much wrong has been perpetrated by the politicized ecclesiastical  hierarchy. That which has gone on in the name of Christ for the  enriching and empowering of corrupt church officials has been a terrible  affront to decency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;One day an evangelist by the  name of Jakov arrived in a certain village. He commiserated with an  elderly man named Cimmerman on the tragedies he had experienced and  talked to him of the love of Christ. Cimmerman abruptly interrupted  Jakov and told him that he wished to have nothing to do with  Christianity. He reminded Jakov of the dreadful history of the church in  his town, a history replete with plundering, exploiting, and indeed  with killing innocent people. “My own nephew was killed by them,” he  said and angrily rebuffed any effort on Jakov’s part to talk about  Christ. “They wear those elaborate coats and caps and crosses,” he said,  “signifying a heavenly commission, but their evil designs and lives I  cannot ignore.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;Jakov, looking for an occasion to  get Cimmerman to change his line of thinking, said, “Cimmerman, can I  ask you a question? Suppose I were to steal your coat, put it on, and  break into a bank. Suppose further that the police sighted me running in  the distance but could not catch up with me. One clue, however, put  them onto your track; they recognized your coat. What would you say to  them if they came to your house and accused you of breaking into the  bank?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;“I would deny it,” said Cimmerman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;“‘Ah,  but we saw your coat,’ they would say,” retorted Jakov. This analogy  quite annoyed Cimmerman, who ordered Jakov to leave his home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;Jakov  continued to return to the village periodically just to befriend  Cimmerman, encourage him, and share the love of Christ, with him.  Finally one day Cimmerman asked, “How does one become a Christian?” and  Jakov taught him the simple steps of repentance for sin and of trust in  the work of Jesus Christ and gently pointed him to the Shepherd of his  soul. Cimmerman bent his knee on the soil with his head bowed and  surrendered his life to Christ. As he rose to his feet, wiping his  tears, he embraced Jakov and said, “Thank you for being in my life.” And  then he pointed to the heavens and whispered, “You wear His coat very  well.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7794037166796734437?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7794037166796734437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7794037166796734437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7794037166796734437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7794037166796734437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-wear-his-coat-well.html' title='You wear his coat well'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-8938632185116834849</id><published>2010-04-28T02:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:12:51.118+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How he loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_C0ZGr9afI4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_C0ZGr9afI4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant get this song outta my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8938632185116834849?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8938632185116834849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8938632185116834849' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8938632185116834849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8938632185116834849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-he-loves.html' title='How he loves'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6648988313462224309</id><published>2010-04-11T12:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:22:09.268+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quotes</title><content type='html'>At 80 years old John Wesley wrote in his journal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Laziness is slowly creeping in. There is an increasing tendency to stay  in bed after five-thirty in the morning.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6648988313462224309?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6648988313462224309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6648988313462224309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6648988313462224309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6648988313462224309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-quotes.html' title='Interesting Quotes'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-5208664291813447994</id><published>2010-04-11T10:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:44:26.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dunt you help me instead =)</title><content type='html'>Many times when I'm in need.. I go to God and asks him "God please help me get out of my problem" then he told me "These are my problems, why dunt YOU help me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i found out how small my problems were...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5208664291813447994?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5208664291813447994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5208664291813447994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5208664291813447994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2934980628243837224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2934980628243837224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-msg-in-4-min.html' title='The easter msg in 4 min'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-713256826113353149</id><published>2010-04-01T00:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:09:54.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unashamed</title><content type='html'>But i know im weak, i know im unworthy to call upon your name.... but because of grace, because of your mercy i stand here unashamed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-713256826113353149?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/713256826113353149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=713256826113353149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/713256826113353149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/713256826113353149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/04/unashamed.html' title='Unashamed'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-4384695100231066292</id><published>2010-03-26T03:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:17:15.948+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith...</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from Have a little faith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;"Ask away, young scholar," he crowed.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know God exists?&lt;br /&gt;He stopped. a smile crept across his face.&lt;br /&gt;"An excellent question."&lt;br /&gt;He pressed his fingers into his chin&lt;br /&gt;And the answer? I said&lt;br /&gt;"First, make the case against Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i said, taking his challenge. How about this? We live in a world where your genes can be mapped, where your cells can be copied, where your face can be altered. With surgery, you can even go from being a man to being a woman. We have science to tell us of earth's creation; rocket probes explore the universe. The sun is no longer a mystery. and the moon-which people used to worship? We brought some of it home in a pouch right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, in such a place, where the once great mysteries have been solved, does anyone still believe in God or Jesus or Allah or a supreme being of any kind? Haven't we outgrown it? isn't it like Pinocchio the puppet? when he found he could move without his strings? did he still look the same way at Geppetto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reb tapped his fingers together.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats some speech."&lt;br /&gt;You said make a case.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned in. "Now, my turn. Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that i must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they cant explain, something that created it all at the end of the search. "And no matter how far they try to go the other way - to extend life, play around with genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty - at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When life comes to an end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see?"&lt;br /&gt;He leaned back. He smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you come to the end, that's where God begins."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4384695100231066292?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4384695100231066292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4384695100231066292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4384695100231066292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4384695100231066292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3891648925122937026</id><published>2010-03-23T11:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:44:09.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This song never fails to move me...</title><content type='html'>An Easter Tribute - Shout Unto God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeT5hLlxWaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeT5hLlxWaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3891648925122937026?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3891648925122937026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3891648925122937026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3891648925122937026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3891648925122937026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-song-never-fails-to-move-me.html' title='This song never fails to move me...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6826079941611458095</id><published>2010-03-21T00:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:51:55.195+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth..</title><content type='html'>You know the saying that goes. "Tell me the truth!!" and the normal retort to that being.."YOU CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH".. well i finally understand why they say that. I mean the truth can be staring straight at you in the eye. But not everybody believes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading thru the Bible, doing abit of in depth study of it and learning more about the faith. It shows u the truth, but u can lay down all the evidence to somebody and they will just look at you blankly and try to still push their point. There was no way they could deny what was put on the table, with evidence to support. But nothing was going through. They couldnt handle the truth.. even if it was plainly there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i really couldnt do much anymore but just pray and hope that i did sow a seed in their lives and hopefully made them think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i do but pray..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6826079941611458095?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6826079941611458095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6826079941611458095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6826079941611458095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6826079941611458095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth.html' title='The Truth..'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5162748783733901969</id><published>2010-03-19T11:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:51:08.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that Fendi is gone....</title><content type='html'>It feels like a ghost town again. the bond that somehow weirdly tied all the other 3 of my housemates together is slowly withering away. No one creeps up behind u and talks to u, no one asks u "WHAT U DOING". Im missing my sheep bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5162748783733901969?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5162748783733901969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5162748783733901969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5162748783733901969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5162748783733901969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-that-fendi-is-gone.html' title='Now that Fendi is gone....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-4536721714922314972</id><published>2010-03-16T10:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:30:06.729+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of nostalgia</title><content type='html'>It seems as though i never left brisbane. its weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4536721714922314972?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4536721714922314972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4536721714922314972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4536721714922314972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4536721714922314972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/feelings-of-nostalgia.html' title='Feelings of nostalgia'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6228196799608118664</id><published>2010-03-15T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:17:46.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11 more hrs</title><content type='html'>11 more hrs mark the end of my 6 mth sabbatical away from Brisbane. And i must say i thoroughly enjoyed it. New revelations from God, new friendships made, new experiences, i even enjoyed all the part time work that i found!! and to make it even more exciting work came to me.. not the other way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thank God and Jedi for making my integration back in Singapore so smooth and leaving is always a hard thing to do. To even leave Singapore became a harder decision after every single day i spent. But alas, i believe God has called me back for a reason. so toodles to Singapore. toodles to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Brissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6228196799608118664?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6228196799608118664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6228196799608118664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6228196799608118664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6228196799608118664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/11-more-hrs.html' title='11 more hrs'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5735096533083916360</id><published>2010-03-09T00:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:35:09.341+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is compassion?</title><content type='html'>I just want to affirm everyone that really chipped in to help out with Haiti, during the course of the past 2 weeks, many people have donated money to Haiti because the earthquake that happened killed so many people. But on our own shore in Singapore, there is just as bad a disaster that is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the six mths ive been in Singapore countless elderly or handicapped people have come up to me to provide me a service by selling tissue papers or keychains. And as usual i brush them off just as i did because.. i didnt need the tissue paper/keychain. But how is it that i can donate to Haiti but turn a blind eye to the needy people right before me, how could i have been so blind to the fact that they are just as much in need as those people halfway round the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my compassion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5735096533083916360?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5735096533083916360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5735096533083916360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5735096533083916360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5735096533083916360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-is-compassion.html' title='Where is compassion?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-1093645590660820913</id><published>2010-02-18T01:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:59:47.069+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive done it again!~</title><content type='html'>I left my writing again... typical sanguine.. good at starting things bad at finishing. Sorry to all my avid readers (though i know there arnt many)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1093645590660820913?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1093645590660820913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1093645590660820913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1093645590660820913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1093645590660820913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-it-again.html' title='Ive done it again!~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6946346312685390314</id><published>2009-12-13T11:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:03:40.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales Person Beware</title><content type='html'>Have u ever met sales people while walking back to your home or your destination and they stop u and ask "Hi can i have 5 min of your time to tell you about our wonderful offer for you" ?? I met 1 yesterday and as usual i fell back on every excuse i learned throughout my 25 yrs of life, "Erm, i got somewhere to go to, very bz, sorry",&lt;br /&gt;"Not interested, sorry", "TOILET NOW CANT TALK!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday i remembered something Ps Wenan told me, "What if they asked us for 5 min of our time and we tell them, Would you give me 5 min of your time for me to tell u about a wonderful offer too? his name is Jesus!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, sales person beware, a convicted man is a scary one =D~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6946346312685390314?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6946346312685390314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6946346312685390314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6946346312685390314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6946346312685390314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/sales-person-beware.html' title='Sales Person Beware'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6064668266757068126</id><published>2009-12-10T10:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:14:27.117+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I must Praise God</title><content type='html'>How many people can say that they shared their testimonies with a colleague? &lt;br /&gt;I was able to share mine with the whole office (it wasnt tat big an office =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6064668266757068126?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6064668266757068126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6064668266757068126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6064668266757068126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6064668266757068126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-must-praise-god.html' title='I must Praise God'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-7366925608429307692</id><published>2009-12-08T15:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:15:07.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunt understand why my Mum doesnt want a cat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7366925608429307692?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7366925608429307692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7366925608429307692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7366925608429307692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7366925608429307692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dunt-understand-why-my-mum-doesnt.html' title='I dunt understand why my Mum doesnt want a cat....'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-336097811203988437</id><published>2009-12-06T23:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:54:26.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why there is no Santa...</title><content type='html'>Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No known species of reindeer can fly. But there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that 'flying reindeer' (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.&gt; In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-336097811203988437?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/336097811203988437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=336097811203988437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/336097811203988437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/336097811203988437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-there-is-no-santa.html' title='Why there is no Santa...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-5511920035700572253</id><published>2009-12-04T01:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:13:51.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Overflows</title><content type='html'>Indeed my cup overflows. As some of you may know, i actually started work at One Fullerton on Monday. I have to praise God, and also thank a few people like Lay Keng and Huimin who helped me get this job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Lay Keng told me that it was gonna be an $8/hr job~ and there i was prancing around like a madman cos it is considered quite high for a part time job. Then another sms came from my employer, who smsed me saying that he was gonna pay $10/hr.. i couldnt believe my eyes and rejoiced even more. But little did i know there was more to come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remembered this verse that i read on Lemuel's wall when i went into his room. Matt 5:41: If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles and it stuck on me for a long time. After the first night, i couldnt sleep at all and i started to do 2 things, one which i would not devulge as of yet, the other was God challenging me with Matt 5:41. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning i went to work early at 7.30 and did abit of quiet time before starting to work. I actually got convicted to email my boss telling him that he was paying me too much and that if it was alright, i would go an hour earlier to work and he need not pay me for that extra hour and if it was alright to take a 2 hr break on mondays to go for prayer. He replied thanking me for my support and told me no problem!! but the best was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in doing my best when under authority, just as Joseph was to Potiphar, i wanted to be diligent in what i do as a man under authority and yet still be able to uphold God's standards. Then today, my colleague told me that we were gonna be paid by the volume of work that we do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked honestly, it meant that whatever i sowed for the 1 extra hour everyday which i meant to just honour God and to help my Boss abit more actually produced a blessing which i did not even ask for or expected! Because of the extra 1 hr i put in everyday and doing my job diligently, i have done almost 2 times the amount of work that my fellow colleagues have!! so it means that i would be paid almost 2 times more as well!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all this, it really wasn't me at work. I was just faithful in doing what i believed in and God gave the increase. And where there's sowing, so is there harvesting. So just like Abel gave the first fruits of his harvest, so will i honour God with my first fruits as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that i might be starting from zero if i gave all i earned~ but i think the last verse of the Desert Song really sums up why i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 4&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest&lt;br /&gt;When favour and providence flow&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm filled to be emptied again&lt;br /&gt;The seed I've received I will sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5511920035700572253?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5511920035700572253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5511920035700572253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5511920035700572253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5511920035700572253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cup-overflows.html' title='My Cup Overflows'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-304941353932498541</id><published>2009-11-21T00:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:33:26.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>You know.. after i came back.. i found out how much i love Singapore. And it just dawned on me why i love it so much, the food, the friends, the family. I don't mind doing overtime everyday, slogging my life away as long as im in Singapore. You'd tink that after 3 yrs away, the lure of Brisbane would have made me want to stay in Australia forever. Everyone else in Singapore wants to get out and i must be the only insane person that wants to stay! but thats not the point.. the point is where home is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how much am i looking towards that heavenly home when i finally see Jesus. Am i just as expectant as i am when i come back? maybe its food for thought for all of us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they say home is where the heart is.. where is your home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-304941353932498541?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/304941353932498541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=304941353932498541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/304941353932498541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/304941353932498541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-7657661179078024631</id><published>2009-11-03T02:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:48:52.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I got reminded</title><content type='html'>Of a song i used to sing when im young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may wonder, I still will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Though I may wonder, I still will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Though I may wonder, I still will follow,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though none go before me, still I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Though none go before me, still I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Though none go before me, still I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me,&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me,&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you decide now, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Will you decide now, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Will you decide now, to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turning back... Sean... No turning back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7657661179078024631?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7657661179078024631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7657661179078024631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7657661179078024631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7657661179078024631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-reminded.html' title='I got reminded'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-8275308007936943504</id><published>2009-10-29T16:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:16:53.958+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos and Memories are all thats left</title><content type='html'>My aunts went through the photo albums to reminiscence about the old times. I barely took a look at the album before i started tearing..&lt;br /&gt;2 people very dear to me are now alive only in the album, Grandpa and Great Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally grew up with them, Grandpa would come back all sweaty and stinky with his yellow hardhat(he was in construction) and still bring me downstairs for snacks. While Great Grandma literally raised me up. She smoked, she drank but she loved me even though all she could speak was hakka and all i could ever do was smile and act blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i have are memories and photos. I picked the happiest one i could find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Suk-2qQ3tVI/AAAAAAAAAME/F8FTX9bhtMA/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Suk-2qQ3tVI/AAAAAAAAAME/F8FTX9bhtMA/s400/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397914737159157074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8275308007936943504?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8275308007936943504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8275308007936943504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8275308007936943504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8275308007936943504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/photos-and-memories-are-all-thats-left.html' title='Photos and Memories are all thats left'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Suk-2qQ3tVI/AAAAAAAAAME/F8FTX9bhtMA/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-1031920584753342007</id><published>2009-10-19T15:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:29:56.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the days: the Questions &amp; Requests</title><content type='html'>"You need to come back"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, i'll book the next flight"&lt;br /&gt;15 min later&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, im coming back tomorrow at 3pm and..." &lt;br /&gt;Dad cuts me off&lt;br /&gt;"Grand dads gone.. he passed away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage hit me... WHY! ... I AM JUST A DAY AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow hit me... WHY! ... CANT I SEE HIM ONE LAST TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Guilt hit me... WHY! ... Didnt you spend more time with him ..&lt;br /&gt;the question hit me... Why? God... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i praise you when u take grandpa away?&lt;br /&gt;How can i have faith in you when i just prayed for his recovery in faith?&lt;br /&gt;He .. was.. unsaved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still in this Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me.. to praise you in the midst of this,&lt;br /&gt;Help me.. to share your love in this,&lt;br /&gt;Guide me .. always,&lt;br /&gt;Heal me.. so i can do unto others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh beautiful lord, wonderful savior,i know for sure ...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1031920584753342007?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1031920584753342007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1031920584753342007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1031920584753342007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1031920584753342007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/summary-of-days-questions-requests.html' title='Summary of the days: the Questions &amp; Requests'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3815042951254706857</id><published>2009-10-15T23:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:20:43.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Prayer</title><content type='html'>Pls dunt take Grandpa b4 i go back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3815042951254706857?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3815042951254706857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3815042951254706857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3815042951254706857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3815042951254706857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-prayer.html' title='A Short Prayer'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-1818398044383714618</id><published>2009-10-10T23:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:19:43.784+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/StCJym8_zuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hXHiVau5LDQ/s1600-h/9780340908808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/StCJym8_zuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hXHiVau5LDQ/s400/9780340908808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960256505335522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading this book lately, its call Chasing the Dragon by Jackie Pullinger and i must say that it has been really inspirational to read it. It is about this lady from Britain who was called to be a missionary and found herself at the shore of HongKong with a little more than a 100HK dollars in hand. The next 40 yrs of her life was dedicated to the poor, the forsaken, the rapist, the drug peddlers, the prostitures and the likes. Many have turned to Jesus and in such a wonderful way, albeit it was not an easy journey but I for one have learnt something very important after reading this wonderful book. Its called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Praying in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always taken this gift i have for granted, only used it when i really needed it.. but as i continue to read the book, it tells of heroin addicts that come off heroin by just speaking in tongues! and i realised that in our lives, our bad habits although not as perverse or as hurtful as drugs can also be set free by the power of the Holy Spirit. All they had to do was Believe that Jesus is Lord and Saviour! time after time in the book it says that drug addicts do not feel the withdrawal symptoms of coming off heroin by just praying in the spirit. Gang leaders and whole triads turn to Jesus one by one having their lives changed because of someone who died for them 2000 yrs ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isnt it! if you have a problem today that u cannot handle with your own strength be it a bad habit that you want to kick but cannot, i strongly suggest trying Jesus. All we have to do is Believe and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1818398044383714618?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1818398044383714618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1818398044383714618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1818398044383714618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1818398044383714618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/cure.html' title='The Cure'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/StCJym8_zuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hXHiVau5LDQ/s72-c/9780340908808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6548230138963233164</id><published>2009-10-05T22:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:26:48.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigal</title><content type='html'>Tip: Set your volume to 75%-90%, close your eyes, raise your hands and worship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGhB5_bF8MI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGhB5_bF8MI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodigal&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by Michael Gungor and Michael Rossback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tasted Your glory and I left it there.&lt;br /&gt;Your poured out Your Spirit and I didn’t care.&lt;br /&gt;Still you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived for myself with nobody to blame.&lt;br /&gt;I took what You gave me and squandered Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;Still You loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live for the broken and share in their pain.&lt;br /&gt;I could die like a martyr or live like a saint just to love You.&lt;br /&gt;I could sing like the angels and gather Your praise:&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed beyond measure and give it away just to love You.&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been broken; I’ve laid out my shame.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Your mercy,&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I love You.&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll tell of Your story&lt;br /&gt;I’ll carry Your name&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live for Your glory Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll share in Your pain just to love You.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to what You’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can separate us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can separate us&lt;br /&gt;Not death or life&lt;br /&gt;Or depth or height&lt;br /&gt;Or unseen power&lt;br /&gt;Now or ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6548230138963233164?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6548230138963233164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6548230138963233164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6548230138963233164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6548230138963233164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/prodigal.html' title='Prodigal'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2151823276327224207</id><published>2009-08-26T03:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:40:09.638+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The All Consuming Fire that didnt consume me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SpQh2I9r_SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZEBcWVYlT28/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SpQh2I9r_SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZEBcWVYlT28/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373957469362715938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another tuesday prayer meeting and i was just reminded of the vision i had the last time i was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i was worshiping God and i had a vision of a flame that started from one side of the room and slowly swept across the room. I was kinda scared as the fire crept slowly towards me but i didnt move, and finally the fire just went past me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that mmt, i asked God, Why? why wasnt i burnt? i deserve to be burnt, at least a bit... i've done u wrong so many times!! Why am i spared? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking why... i remembered falling to my knees and deep down in me.. i already knew why.. it was love... for the Bible tells us that God loves every single person even though we sinned against him and i was shown mercy for something i didnt deserve. and i was thankful.. not only becos i escaped punishment but because after all i did before i was a Christian, he still chose to bring me back to have a relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have only been a vision. But it felt so real at tat time. It really reminded me of how awesome my God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Romans 8:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2151823276327224207?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2151823276327224207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2151823276327224207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2151823276327224207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2151823276327224207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-consuming-fire-that-didnt-consume.html' title='The All Consuming Fire that didnt consume me'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SpQh2I9r_SI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZEBcWVYlT28/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-2593898839146115720</id><published>2008-09-25T08:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:27:31.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rich Young Man &amp; Zacchaeus the Tax Collector</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i had 3 serious talks with 3 different people. All about different aspects of my life, what i have done, what im doing wrong in God's Eyes, how i am stumbling other people in their faith, about how weak i am spiritually. And come on, if that wasn't sign enough that God was telling me to get my life right with God... i dunno what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered about these things yesterday and i was reminded by the rich young man in Matthew 19. He asked Jesus, i have kept your commandments, what more do i have to do to follow you. then Jesus replied "Sell all your possessions and give it to the poor and then follow me" but the young man couldnt do it. He treasured his wealth more and loss his chance to follow Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i was on the bus today, i remembered Zacchaeus the wealthy tax collector that was ready to give up half his wealth for the poor and pay back 4 times anyone he has cheated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i face a crossroad in my life, to be that rich young man that turned away at a chance, or to be like Zacchaeus and be obedient and strive for the prize that is in Christ Jesus. Not to take his mercies for granted but to act and make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer can be found in my following prayer : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God your mercies overflow, your hands protect the weak yet are strong in justice. Lord lord i put my trust in you, let me not forget ure love for me, grant me peace in my heart. Whatever you say i obey, let me be sensitive to the holy spirit to help guide me along the way. I SURRENDER ALL. To you i will give up my lifestyle, my loved one and trust in you always for i know with man it is impossible but with God ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. praise your name Jesus, the name above every name. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my commitment from now on. Friends i give u all permission to intervene in my life if i seem to be straying away from what i said. I want to be transparent in my actions and to be accountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2593898839146115720?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2593898839146115720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2593898839146115720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2593898839146115720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2593898839146115720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/rich-young-man-zacchaeus-tax-collector.html' title='The Rich Young Man &amp; Zacchaeus the Tax Collector'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6985905439649693001</id><published>2008-09-03T11:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:35:41.878+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttprints</title><content type='html'>Butt Prints In The Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I had a wondrous dream,&lt;br /&gt;One set of footprints there was seen,&lt;br /&gt;The footprints of my precious Lord,&lt;br /&gt;But mine were not along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then some stranger prints appeared,&lt;br /&gt;And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"&lt;br /&gt;Those prints are large and round and neat,&lt;br /&gt;"But Lord they are too big for feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My child," He said in somber tones,&lt;br /&gt;"For miles I carried you alone.&lt;br /&gt;I challenged you to walk in faith,&lt;br /&gt;But you refused and made me wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You disobeyed, you would not grow,&lt;br /&gt;The walk of faith, you would not know.&lt;br /&gt;So I got tired, I got fed up,&lt;br /&gt;and there I dropped you on your butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because in life, there comes a time,&lt;br /&gt;when one must fight, and one must climb.&lt;br /&gt;When one must rise and take a stand,&lt;br /&gt;or leave their butt prints in the sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...honestly how many ppl have their buttprints in the sand!! if we do ... lets really rise up from our butts and start walking together with God =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6985905439649693001?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6985905439649693001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6985905439649693001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6985905439649693001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6985905439649693001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/buttprints.html' title='Buttprints'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6359092906516630088</id><published>2008-05-24T14:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:10:21.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>Its hard to let go of people u treasure so much. But sometimes its really because you love them that u have to let go of them. Although it sucks to feel that way.. i guess we find comfort in knowing that by letting them 'fly away'... they will soar higher  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to all the international students out there.. and also mummies and not forgetting daddies!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Get your tissues handy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqJ2ITZl43o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqJ2ITZl43o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Corrinne May - Fly Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will you be home?" she asks&lt;br /&gt;as we watch the planes take off&lt;br /&gt;We both know we have no clear answer to where my dreams may lead&lt;br /&gt;She's watched me as i crawled and stumbled&lt;br /&gt;As a child, she was my world&lt;br /&gt;And now to let me go, I know she bleeds&lt;br /&gt;and yet she says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be prayin every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves fell into spring time and&lt;br /&gt;SIlver-painted hair&lt;br /&gt;Daddy called one evening saying&lt;br /&gt;"We need you. Please come back"&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her laying in her bed&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a child&lt;br /&gt;Pale just like an angel taking flight&lt;br /&gt;I held her as I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be prayin every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;br /&gt;ohh...&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6359092906516630088?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6359092906516630088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6359092906516630088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6359092906516630088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6359092906516630088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/05/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5412946582918181130</id><published>2008-05-13T14:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:17:56.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanuel .. God with us</title><content type='html'>Have we ever loved someone... have we ever loved someone to the point you wanna just tell them but stopped short when suddenly logic overcomes us and we fear rejection or  maybe something bad might happen?? say.. ure friendship with that person could be lost or the relation gets strained due to the new found knowledge??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while i was pondering about it... i realise something abit parallel to it. What if in the same quirky way.. God has the same problem as us .. with the difference being that he already declared his love for us. The problem being he declared his love for us but we not reciprocating it. Some embrace it, but the sad fact is alot more turn away from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me.. i mean like it must be very hurtful to want to love someone that probably doesnt love you back as much .... or at all for that reason. Being attached before gave me a good experience and insight of how wonderful it is to be a relationship but.. it was the breaking up that taught me the most.. about the absence of having someone there with you. Have we experienced that before?? i know mine was just utterly gut wrenching, i probably dehydrated myself crying and my mood was foul and mean to everyone that tried to comfort me.. then after which regret set in and just killed whatever purpose life meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took me almost 2 whole yrs to get over the situation but i wanna encourage anyone reading this that there is one person to turn to in all circumstances, . And its none other than &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:20b says this very famous and powerful verse "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how trying it could be, no matter how tough any situation, no matter how happy you can be. Jesus is with us.. yesterday, today and forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friends... the message that i would like to put across is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it pains you to love someone that doesnt love you back. How much more when God loves us, but we not loving him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5412946582918181130?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5412946582918181130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5412946582918181130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5412946582918181130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5412946582918181130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/05/emmanuel-god-with-us.html' title='Emmanuel .. God with us'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-8613857145779809609</id><published>2008-05-05T18:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:50:39.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SB7KHg1jlcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YCn1UWw4aeg/s1600-h/thesis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SB7KHg1jlcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YCn1UWw4aeg/s400/thesis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196813250454590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i take the blue pill....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8613857145779809609?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8613857145779809609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8613857145779809609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8613857145779809609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8613857145779809609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/05/thesis-woes.html' title='Thesis woes'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SB7KHg1jlcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YCn1UWw4aeg/s72-c/thesis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-8532264084388049445</id><published>2008-04-29T23:33:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:27:03.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More to life than it seems</title><content type='html'>My house.. is getting very cold.. not just literally &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it seems, is duller (yes i made that word up) than most. I walk out of my bedroom looking at 2 doors, both my housemates, locked in their rooms. I havent talked to them in awhile, i knock on one door, pull the handle and push.. *locked* .. sigh another chance to talk to a housemate lost. I look at the other door, i wanted to knock, then i heard his girlfriend and him giggling among themselves, forget it i tell myself, dunt be a lightbulb. i walk back into my room, plop myself in front of the comp and start typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 min pass, Sean's body doesnt seem to bode well with the loss of communication.. only one other person to turn to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pick up my guitar and start worshipping God, it always relaxes me... and i just kept on playing worship songs even though i knew i had to do work. i didnt wanna let go of my guitar, i didnt want to stop worshipping God ... i was lonely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed to God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. why is this happening .. i expected my household to be more lively than this.. but now everyone is in their own room doing their own things. i dunno what to do, but just let me stay with u.. all i need is in u .. all i want is to be with u .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is u lord.. is u lord .. all i need is u i sang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time went by.. and heard a knock on the door. oh dear have i been singing too loudly again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put toto back in her basinet, opened my door. Saw a smile on Ray's face.. "would you like a cake" he said .. apparently its his birthday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accepted the offer and took the chance to just talk to him abit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back into my room, brought myself to bed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes.. smiled.. and said a short prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank u lord.. that was exactly what i needed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt such a dull day after all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8532264084388049445?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8532264084388049445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8532264084388049445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8532264084388049445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8532264084388049445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-to-life-than-it-seems.html' title='More to life than it seems'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3394619097473419289</id><published>2008-04-24T10:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:05:25.184+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A new love</title><content type='html'>Love love love... yes im in love~~ and the worst part is .. i cant seem to keep my hands of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i know ive been complaining about having no life and all.. and that i really dunt have time to do anything.. but i find her always by my side literally whenever i study or even blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mum and friends... b4 u freak out and think i really do have a girlfriend and start probing me with questions.. the she im referring to is my guitar!~~~ (well honestly it aint exactly mine, im borrowing from a friend indefinitely.. Thx Miss Leo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SA_XXw1jlYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8pJXaOfsauU/s1600-h/CIMG4700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SA_XXw1jlYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8pJXaOfsauU/s320/CIMG4700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192605698627966338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll just share a little history on how i got started with the Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and rowdy nite in Canberra when it all started. I was brooding over the fact that flies were constantly in my face all the time and more so that my housemate Leumas Gnow a.k.a Samuel Wong was going back to Singapore for good and the thought suddenly hit me that we would only be left with ian and sam to play for lifegrp (considering mel was going to plant a church and joy doesnt come as often as we'd like her to). I figured that maybe i should go pick up the guitar too!! And Guess what .. God paved the way to making me a guitarist!! that night itself, Sam all of the sudden gave me a crash course on guitar chords, when i went back to brisbane, Samuel tot me more basics and chords, when i went back to singapore, i honestly wanted to buy a guitar but in the end i managed to borrow a guitar from a friend to practice and just when i wanted to give it back to her, she got herself a new guitar and told me i could use her guitar indefinitely. I was like... amazed at the turn of events and i really really thank God for his provision =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SA_bRw1jlZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jOgYdNRzeO0/s1600-h/CIMG4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SA_bRw1jlZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jOgYdNRzeO0/s320/CIMG4697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192609993595262354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she so kewl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...i cant seem to keep my hands off the guitar !! i play and play till my finger tips turn blue and are aching with pain.. but i just cant stop.. everytime i start playing praise and worship songs with the guitar ( i call her Toto by the way -_-).. i just cant stop singing my heart out in joy and loudness... yes.. loudness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People normally sing in the bathroom.. but when Sean's with his guitar.. Whole nother story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time i tink i got a lil over board and sang till my room mate complained hahaha.. at first i was kinda sad about not being to really play the guitar and sing as loud as i wanted but i figured i would just close my doors and window and just play something soft and slow... little did i know i would go back to door banging decibel volumes again haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Amelia, Charmaine and me have formed a small band called... MINIBAND (can imagine jaws dropping) where we come together with Charm on the keyboard, Me on the guitar and Am with her *cough* air drums/vocals to just sing praise &amp; worship songs and the occasional damien rice songs that Am forces me to learn -_- .. Cant wait for the day we can stand together in lifegrp or even better to play for Service!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really thank God for everything so far, indeed he continues to blow my mind everyday and i'd be a sucker not to live for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u God!! and not forgetting all the peeps that have helped me in my walk with the guitar haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3394619097473419289?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3394619097473419289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3394619097473419289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3394619097473419289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3394619097473419289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-love.html' title='A new love'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/SA_XXw1jlYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8pJXaOfsauU/s72-c/CIMG4700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-2580212060275675896</id><published>2008-04-17T22:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:09:21.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the life of a no lifer</title><content type='html'>Yes!! its finally comes down to this... Sean is officially a no lifer!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u might be wondering .. what is the real definition of a no lifer?? so being curious i actually went to google up the "definition of no life" and here are some of the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. having no life would be staying alone at home watching tv all day...not much movement..not much activity..not experiencing things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. having no life means you consider "the Mall" the preeminent destination for culture and socializing, you think "The Olive Garden" is good authentic Italian food, and you think that Titanic is the greatest film ever made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are a zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realise .. im none of these... so to add on to the list of definitions of a no lifer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NO LIFER is a person who does not have any time to socialise with his/her friends and immediately goes back home after school or function to study or prepare work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my definition of a no lifer as of now... it kinda sucks having no time for fun or leisure.. everyday u come home just to hit the books till 12 am then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Guys u gotta bring Sean out soon or else Fun fun Sean will fade away ahhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for the day - Lord free me from this bondage of unlife!~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2580212060275675896?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2580212060275675896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2580212060275675896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2580212060275675896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2580212060275675896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-life-of-no-lifer.html' title='Living the life of a no lifer'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-228174400797393860</id><published>2008-03-25T09:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:24:52.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog your blog =p</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink it is high time i apologise for not writing my blog -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would have eventually happened... but i'd like to at least tell you guys (if anyone is reading) my reasons for not blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that last year. i actually became addicted to reading blogs and blogging, it kinda took up alot of my time and i even remembered spending 3 hrs just to write my blog. so i decided to stop writing for awhile which in the end turned horribly bad and i stopped for almost close to 4 mths *ack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What convicted me back into blogging was when i was talking to this friend thru msn. i actually told her that one of my goals in life is to actually hold on to every single friend i have, no matter how far apart we might be.. and that got me thinking.. and i realised.. while im trying to 'save' the friendship with this friend.. in retrospect.. i am actually in a way stopping my communication with the rest of my friends that read my blog by not blogging(sorry dudes =p), from now on i'll try to blog diligently!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of Sean for the past 4 mths&lt;br /&gt;- Thesis is looming over his shoulder *eep*&lt;br /&gt;- He is learning the acoustic guitar!! (cant play bar chords properly yet)&lt;br /&gt;- Taking 5 subjects this semester *faints*&lt;br /&gt;- Yes,he's still abit chubby but he's trying to slim down(he needs some encouragement) &lt;br /&gt;- This is his last semester!! pray for supernatural wisdom for Sean!!&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to be a dedicated Christian =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update more as we go along, We just had Oceania Convention (A Convention of my church that lasted over 4 days) and i am poopified to say the least, till then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-228174400797393860?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/228174400797393860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=228174400797393860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/228174400797393860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/228174400797393860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-your-blog-p.html' title='Blog your blog =p'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-4037896226096526393</id><published>2007-12-05T21:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:15:54.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4037896226096526393?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4037896226096526393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4037896226096526393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4037896226096526393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4037896226096526393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeff-dunham-achmed-dead-terrorist.html' title='Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist'/><author><name>19Tiger06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193822159230894031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXhUK2bh9RE/SKU_qnRIHII/AAAAAAAAAJY/8Gc0xVxpCgY/S220/Elemental_by_Isilmetriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-4138761971699042281</id><published>2007-10-17T09:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:51:56.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Student survey - Funny comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4138761971699042281?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4138761971699042281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4138761971699042281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4138761971699042281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4138761971699042281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/10/ntu-student-survey-funny-comments.html' title='NTU Student survey - Funny comments'/><author><name>19Tiger06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193822159230894031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXhUK2bh9RE/SKU_qnRIHII/AAAAAAAAAJY/8Gc0xVxpCgY/S220/Elemental_by_Isilmetriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-2521086549398119600</id><published>2007-10-10T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:50:19.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean the Roadsweeper</title><content type='html'>OK!! OWN UP !! WHO CHOSE SEAN TO BE ROAD SWEEPER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T i knew i shouldnt have put that option there. It was like dangling bait in front of all of u to check that job. I dunt blame u guys... wait... actually .. i do.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. today i am finally rid of my thesis woes for the next 3 weeks or so.. which means i have to march on for my finals -_- which i have quite alot to cover on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's seminar/presentation was good to say the least. As there was a ang moh dude that wore khaki's and a tshirt to his presentation, i figured i should be no different than them. They weren't accessed on their looks or fashion sense, they were accessed on the progress of their thesis so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... today when i trotted down to the seminar rooms, armed with a red t-shirt, jeans and red slippers... i saw all my friends gathered in the room... wearing those smart t-shirts and all. When they saw me, their jaws kinda dropped.. in a way they tot i was dressed too lok kok (shabbily) for a presentation, i remember Eric even saying "Wah, this is the first time i see someone wearing slippers to presentation" But surprisingly i wasnt fazed by what the rest said. i was confident, i went thru my slides umpteen times, i knew when to crack a small joke, i knew what to say and my fashion sense aint gonna do cinch about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after talking to them and telling them its alrite and that its my turn to go do my presentation. I walked in and started my thesis presentation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out GOOD! cracked a joke but no one laughed -_-&lt;br /&gt;Went on to my slides and surprisingly i did it very naturally&lt;br /&gt;When i finished my slides and asked if anyone wanted to ask me questions, no one wanted to ask.. which meant my supervisor had to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda stumbled on one of the questions but i managed to make it through alive! praise GOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!! now time to study again -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2521086549398119600?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2521086549398119600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2521086549398119600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2521086549398119600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2521086549398119600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/10/sean-roadsweeper.html' title='Sean the Roadsweeper'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2215828500663838178</id><published>2007-09-26T09:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:27:08.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Almighty</title><content type='html'>Theres this question i've always asked myself yet due to some forsaken reason i forgot it  .. but after watching both Bruce and Evan Almighty i finally remembered that question.. and the questions is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Does God have a sense of humor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some googling and this was wat i found.. hope u guys find it interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best indication that God does have a sense of humor is that He created man in His image (Genesis 1:27), and certainly people are able to perceive and express humor. The American Heritage Dictionary defines a “sense of humor” as “...The ability to perceive, enjoy, or express what is comical or funny.” According to this definition, then, God must show an ability to perceive, enjoy, or express what is comical. The difficulty is that people perceive what is comical differently, and what sinful man perceives as funny would not amuse a holy and perfect God. Much of what the world calls humor is not funny but is crass and crude and should have no part in a Christian’s life (Colossians 3:8). Other humor is expressed at the expense of others (tearing down rather than building up), again something contrary to God’s Word (Colossians 4:6; Ephesians 4:29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of God's humor is the instance in which the Israelites were using the Ark of the Covenant like a good-luck charm in taking it to battle, and the Philistines ended up capturing it and placing it in their temple before their idol of Dagon. They came into the temple the next day and found Dagon flat on his face before the ark. They set him back up. The next morning, there he was again, but this time he had his hands and head cut off as a symbol of his powerlessness before the God of the ark (1 Samuel 5:1-5). God’s putting Dagon in a position of submission to His ark is a comical picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident is an example of God laughing at the foolishness of those who would oppose Him. “See what they spew from their mouths— they spew out swords from their lips, and they say, ‘Who can hear us?’ But you, O LORD, laugh at them; you scoff at all those nations” (Psalm 59:7-9). Psalm 2 also reveals God laughing at those who would rebel against His kingship (verse 4). It is like the comical picture of a kindergarten-aged child being upset at his parents and running away from home...all the way to his neighbor’s house. But there is obviously a serious side to this as well, and although the picture of weak and silly man trying to match wits with an almighty and all-knowing God is comical, God takes no delight in their waywardness and its consequences but rather desires to see them turn around (Ezekiel 33:11; Matthew 23:37-38).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person does not crack jokes in the presence of one who has just lost a close loved one; silly jokes are out of place on such occasions. In the same way, God is focused on the lost and is looking for those who will care for their souls as He does. That is why our lives (while having times of refreshing and humor) are to be characterized by “soberness” (seriousness about making our lives count for Christ) (1 Thessalonians 5:6,8; Titus 2:2,6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess in a way.. God has a sense of humour.. haha &lt;br /&gt;Well although Bruce/Evan Almighty was only a show but there were a few things i picked up from the show which i think is quite relevant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If God asked you to do something... u jolly well do it&lt;br /&gt;2. If you pray for something ...example patience, God doesnt zap u with patience.. he gives u the opportunity to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;3. In the movie, God(Morgan freeman) could be anyone at any place.. and in a little similar way.. i believe that sometimes we inexplicably find ourselves in place of God.. We could happen to be somewhere at the right time to do something or that certain someone.. or vice versa have someone at the right time at the right place when we are in need. Am i making sense?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad for a movie that i thought would be a flop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to nerdify myself .. blog ya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2215828500663838178?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2215828500663838178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2215828500663838178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2215828500663838178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2215828500663838178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/sean-almighty.html' title='Sean Almighty'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7212912291881659223</id><published>2007-09-19T22:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:36:20.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horns, The Clarinet and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yr 2001 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4CdQ0LII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WYHE3skKoHE/s1600-h/cheju4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4CdQ0LII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WYHE3skKoHE/s320/cheju4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113406410536004738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yr 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ5btQ0LNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4iFbRXjpsPk/s1600-h/CIMG2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ5btQ0LNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4iFbRXjpsPk/s320/CIMG2909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113407943839329490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through all my pictures when i chanced upon this . It was taken in Korea when i first joined the Singapore Polytechnic band. Which was probably in the year 2001.. tat trip was probably the most memorable trip i made overseas .. and to me.. it was the start of some of the best friendships i have ever made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to you guys.. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4DtQ0LMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zPF37ufVBvA/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4DtQ0LMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zPF37ufVBvA/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113406432010841282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To(Sue Anne aka Sueannesaurus/ Horn Goddess/ Pesante(fine i know.. not anymore)/ (Movie/Sushi kaki)/ SUEEEEE!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUEEEE!!!!!!! I always remembered that my first impression of u was that ure old.. and i was right!! u ARE old... well older than me by a mth hahahaha... but honestly ure just a wonderful person .. i never knew any other person that i had more ups and downs with other than this lady here. but in a weird sense after every down our friendship always became stronger than before! I thank you for always enduring my criticism and being tat ever present movie kaki~ for teaching me the French horn even when i made u angry and for just being that wonderful person that u are. &lt;br /&gt;Sushi Buffet when i get back k!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4C9Q0LKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_OE3qjChmc8/s1600-h/P1010668edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4C9Q0LKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_OE3qjChmc8/s320/P1010668edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113406419125939362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jessica aka Jess/ God lovin Chick/ Outdoor crazy gal/ Evangelical maniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh honestly .. the change in you has taken me aback ... seriously.. i mean the first time i met u .. u were this kinda introverted girl, i seriously never thought that you would become who u are today haha.. U go hiking all over South east Asia, u got a boat license and can go around sailing, u even went to Kazakhstan to evangelise and korea for a conference. im so glad for u that u have come to know Christ although its due to a misadventure in your life.. but im sure that its for the better and that its just in God's plan. I see alot of potential in you to be a  church planter in the future!! hahaha .. thank you for being such a blessing in my life =)&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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4DdQ0LLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3gfOZW76c70/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4DdQ0LLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3gfOZW76c70/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113406427715873970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nicolas Mak aka Food guru/ ma bruther/ Clarinet GOD!/ MJ Kaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! MY FRIEND!.. are my role model... ure like this living testimony of the fat boy turned hunk and as much as i would like to have that kinda success story, my tummy is against it. Ever since Zalee left us.. ure the only guy left in our small clique i could really bond with and your humour and sarcasm is really at a whole nother level. But above all else.. thanks for being that crapping friend in the band hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... i just realised that in this clique that i have... im the most musically retarded out of the group.. Sue is a horn goddess, Nic is a Clarinet prodigy and Jess can play the keyboard/piano as though it were part of her... now... if onli i could sing... we could kinda sorta make a band of our own huh.. THINK ABOUT IT GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha jokes aside.. now u finally understand why i ask u to pass me all ure recent pics.. thanks guys for being such a blessing in my life.. cos i hope ive been one in yours too ... Cheers to all of ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4CtQ0LJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WmXzVRQ1siA/s1600-h/cheju12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4CtQ0LJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WmXzVRQ1siA/s320/cheju12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113406414830972050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7212912291881659223?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7212912291881659223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7212912291881659223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7212912291881659223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7212912291881659223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/horns-clarinet-and-me_19.html' title='The Horns, The Clarinet and Me'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RvZ4CdQ0LII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WYHE3skKoHE/s72-c/cheju4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6036842499240874415</id><published>2007-09-18T01:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:57:56.464+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The forked road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Ru6ZkKwD8bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M7LW4L2S_rY/s1600-h/forked%2520road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Ru6ZkKwD8bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M7LW4L2S_rY/s200/forked%2520road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191473752371634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have a choice.. whether it be good or bad or easy or hard.. we have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were that person in that forked road.. which road would u take?? the one that leads to nice green forest?? or the one into the dark gloomy one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its such a given question.. i pondered upon my answer.. i pondered on my actions ive done today. Should i study? or should i play? Should i do my quiet time? or should i sleep in more today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 simple decisions... u know which one is the right one and yet u pick the other. u stand at the forked road... and u pick the one that leads to the sunshine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that road to the sunshine isnt always the right path.. indeed its the devil's work at hand, after so many eons and training in the temptation of humans. The evil ones have come out with so many ways to tempt us and they are becoming very efficient at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the devil needs to do is show u a picture of this forked road, on one hand u know u can have fun and dance around, on the other all u see is hard work and slogging. What u see is the immediate and not the long term, then before u know it the law of nature sets in.. everything in this universe abides by this.. we follow the path of least resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a challenge.. but remember this my friends.. we were given free will by God... our choices are not limited by what this world sets for us, our choices are only limited by ourselves. We have the ability to take the path of more resistance even when nature itself cannot defy this law!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.. this whole session is not about telling u to always take the path of most resistance. but the message i wanna bring across is that... sometimes .. that forked path that we face is not as simple as it seems.. we must learn to discern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Maxwell once said :&lt;br /&gt;A smart man only believes half of what he hears&lt;br /&gt;A Discerning man knows which half to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which road is truely the better route... maybe the next time we meet that situation, we will ponder about it before taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless u all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6036842499240874415?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6036842499240874415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6036842499240874415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6036842499240874415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6036842499240874415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/forked-road.html' title='The forked road'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Ru6ZkKwD8bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M7LW4L2S_rY/s72-c/forked%2520road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-3445519246661603699</id><published>2007-09-13T01:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:55:41.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful day indeed</title><content type='html'>Today started out Good!... with all confidence in my coms test i went for it in high spirits!! but only a few minutes went by after i stepped out of my house my bus zoomed passed me and the next bus was at least 15 min away.. &lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch and it was already 1.45pm .. Time of Test 2pm... *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i figured hey it aint too much of a biggy, i mean with the 10 min perusal and 15 mcq questions.. its not gonna take me long.. so by the time i reached the psych building and started my test i was still.... kinda alrite... till i flipped the paper.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG he changed so many questions.. and i was kinda panicking in my seat.. wat to do wat to do ... i did my bestest i could and i walked out with a big down.. &lt;br /&gt;then as per usual .. the asian students would stand outside and discuss the questions and blablabla... figuring i could make myself feel better i joined in to learn that i made a few mistakes in the exam =_= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least i knew i got most right... i guess.. and i managed to ask my friend about some questions regarding the exam that i was to do the next day! so i took out my pencil box and started scribbling on this piece of paper .. so after asking all my questions i left school with more knowledge on how to do the next paper WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda happy knowing that i had one less thing to study for.. and felt kinda happy but that was till i reached home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i reaching back, i immediately set up my nerdy corner to study and while unpacking.. i noticed something missing.. something really dear to me.. it was my mashi maro pencil case... I was frantic .. it had all my favourite stuff.. my fav pen, my fav highlighter and most of all that small metallic mashi maro pencil case (yes sean actually carries a mashi maro pencil case around school at the ripe old age of 23.. but before u start laughing hysterically ..i just wanna clarify that the pencil box has a sentimental value to it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RugH5KwD8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xwOd95d64_Q/s1600-h/DSC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RugH5KwD8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xwOd95d64_Q/s200/DSC00122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109342455971705234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt study or concentrate on my work.. that pencil case really meant alot and i lost it! so retracing my steps i figured out that i left it in the psych building. thoughts raced through my mind.. and suddenly i thought.. k there still might be a chance someone is still in school that could help me get it and after going through all the psych students i know that would MOST PROB be in the building i decided to DFD (dial for Diana). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt pick up at first and i was going nuts at that point.. half thinking i should go back and get it.. then suddenly after wat felt like eternity.. she rang back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a short conversation shorter.. she didnt find the pencil case.. but she went to ask the office about it and LO AND BEHOLD!! IT WAS THERE!!! I was sooo happy i jumped for joy and shouted WOOHOO!! i gave her a thank you message and suddenly after all my worries were lifted.. it was back to 100% concentration on studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good things were never meant to last.. i got a msg from Diana after tat saying.. Read my blog ... i figured that it wasnt good but i was kinda in the midst of having a farewell dinner with a friend. After things quietened down.. i sneaked into my room.. logged onto my comp and suddenly my heart dropped.. Hostage was the first word i saw.. =_= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RugH5awD8aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IB30ABOUpN4/s1600-h/Hostage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RugH5awD8aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IB30ABOUpN4/s200/Hostage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109342460266672546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nows not the time to complain though... Gotta study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as they always say the most dangerous place is also the most safest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays to God*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3445519246661603699?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3445519246661603699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3445519246661603699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3445519246661603699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3445519246661603699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/eventful-day-indeed.html' title='Eventful day indeed'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RugH5KwD8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xwOd95d64_Q/s72-c/DSC00122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-5159945819900918401</id><published>2007-09-11T22:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:00:31.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Wings</title><content type='html'>Today i was chatting with miranda and we just so happen to talk about old hymn songs and i just got reminded of this hymn i used to sing.. i could never find it in mp3 form and have only sung it once.. but it impacted me alot... its called spirit wings and it was written by a quadriplegic named Joni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is just wonderful. it reminds me of my past and what i should do when all odds are against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could onli find a Utube version of it.. enjoy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJ_Hhv2Ta7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJ_Hhv2Ta7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT WINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some birds live in cages&lt;br /&gt;They never learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;And like those birds, I never found my wings&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, your love released me&lt;br /&gt;So I could see the sky&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart rejoices as I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit Wings,&lt;br /&gt;You lift me over all the earth bound things&lt;br /&gt;And like a bird, my heart is flying free&lt;br /&gt;I'm soaring on the song your spirit brings&lt;br /&gt;O Lord of all, You let me see&lt;br /&gt;A vision of, your majesty&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;And carry me on your spirit wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I'm feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;I just look at You&lt;br /&gt;And soon my heart is soaring high above&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clearer&lt;br /&gt;From Your point of view&lt;br /&gt;Lifted up on spirit wings of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5159945819900918401?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5159945819900918401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5159945819900918401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5159945819900918401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5159945819900918401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/spirit-wings.html' title='Spirit Wings'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-1505058481970819417</id><published>2007-09-10T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:10:55.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you are bored</title><content type='html'>You do alot of online tests!!! LoLz here are some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny .. i actually wanted to be either a comedian, DJ or a Musician when i was young..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Coffee Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/coffee.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.&lt;br /&gt;You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres my chocolate ice cream?? =D~~~ btw i lurve Coffee Ice cream too... Cappucino Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink Amelia can vouch this one for me... im always making up new words and phrases.. in 5 yrs i mite even have enuff to make a book!! WATCH OUT PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i always thought i was an optimistic person.. but its quite true i tink!! remember Not good = Not bad too?? maybe i really am a realist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunrise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/sunrise.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. &lt;br /&gt;Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ure sunshine ure onli sunshine.. u make me happeee when skies are grey~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres that proof that i should be an engineer?? -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cereal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/cereal.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful and lighthearted, breakfast is likely your favorite meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;(In fact, you're probably the type who sneaks cereal as a midnight snack.)&lt;br /&gt;Your culinary skills are probably a bit lacking... and you are a sucker for junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Some people accuse you of eating like a kid, but you prefer to think of yourself as low maintenance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Breakfast Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my cooking skills arnt tat bad.. im just lazy to cook =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Organized and Goal Oriented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/estj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at leading a group and finishing projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Merchandising&lt;br /&gt;Health Administration&lt;br /&gt;Interior Design &lt;br /&gt;International Studies &lt;br /&gt;Public Administration&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Independent, Flexible, and Ingenious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Nightclub owner&lt;br /&gt;Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Private investigator&lt;br /&gt;Real estate developer&lt;br /&gt;Stand up comic&lt;br /&gt;Venture capitalist&lt;br /&gt;Video game developer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know .. after all these test.. i wonder to myself.. WHY AM I STUDYING TO BE AN ENGINEER???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1505058481970819417?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1505058481970819417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1505058481970819417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1505058481970819417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1505058481970819417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-what-happens-when-you-are-bored.html' title='This is what happens when you are bored'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7719449974630838240</id><published>2007-09-03T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:11:48.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Which super hero am i</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;The Joker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Joker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=44&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 44%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=43&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 43%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Venom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=24&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 24%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=23&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 23%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=22&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 22%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=21&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 21%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Magneto&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=20&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 20%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Two-Face&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=20&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 20%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=18&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 18%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mystique&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=16&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 16%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=16&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 16%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=14&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 14%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=11&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 11%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Kingpin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=11&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 11%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=8&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 8%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=8&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 8%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;The Clown Prince of Crime. You are a brilliant mastermind but are criminally insane.  You love to joke around while accomplishing the task at hand.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7719449974630838240?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7719449974630838240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7719449974630838240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7719449974630838240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7719449974630838240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/09/which-super-hero-am-i.html' title='Which super hero am i'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6929745360446562871</id><published>2007-08-28T20:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:40:01.091+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Real Celebrity look alike</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys to disappoint u but ures truly looks like..... drum rolll~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/57/62/31/576231_81258191af3d64dynsxu44.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE MR OUYANG!! WELCOME MR BAE!!! haha i tink they dunt have ouyangz face in their system... but hey im not complaining.. grinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6929745360446562871?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6929745360446562871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6929745360446562871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6929745360446562871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6929745360446562871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-real-celebrity-look-alike.html' title='My Real Celebrity look alike'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6767742595898440329</id><published>2007-08-13T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:43:30.181+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What should i do?</title><content type='html'>gosh sorry peeps... ive been so lazy with updating my blog lately... Life is getting me down -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i will survive somehow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thesis has been chosen already!! YES SEAN IS AN HONORS/HONEST STUDENT!! im gonna do stuff with the GPS satellites and honestly just talking about it is giving me the jitters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn about astronomy and understand how a GPS satellite works and all.. its actually very interesting and sometimes i wonder if im doing an electrical engineering thesis or an astronomy thesis.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life has been hectic, but honestly its been more enjoyable. The times i spent with my friends, the things i am doing here, the people that i mix around with.. i love it all.. and yet a part of me is still back in Singapore.. My family, my friends, my tummy.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next thing u know, time flies by and the decision whether to stay or not looms at ure shoulder beckoning the question to stay or not to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now.. my plan is to stay here.. but only temporarily then when the time comes i will just go back to Sg to settle down. But i'll see where God brings me la haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6767742595898440329?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6767742595898440329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6767742595898440329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6767742595898440329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6767742595898440329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should i do?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-8721500748825659633</id><published>2007-07-27T17:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:02:33.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme korean karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zzF_ZaIwZVM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zzF_ZaIwZVM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy! Hope you find it as hilarious as I do ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8721500748825659633?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8721500748825659633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8721500748825659633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8721500748825659633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8721500748825659633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/07/extreme-korean-karaoke.html' title='Extreme korean karaoke'/><author><name>19Tiger06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193822159230894031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXhUK2bh9RE/SKU_qnRIHII/AAAAAAAAAJY/8Gc0xVxpCgY/S220/Elemental_by_Isilmetriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6481850373793570374</id><published>2007-07-14T10:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:38:30.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Ouyang~</title><content type='html'>Mr Ouyang... has a nice ring doesnt it.. its unique not like those single character surnames.. maybe i will actually change my surname to Ouyang..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh ppl have been calling me Mr Ouyang for the past mth or so thx to this TVB actor called Ouyang Zheng Hua. Gosh .. honestly i dunno whether to be happy or not.. but it would have been heaps better if Mr Ouyang was a wee bit more handsome... and not balding and less... alrite.. im beginning to start ranting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway pls.. my surname is Chin .. not Ouyang.. its nice to look like an actor.. but not a pui pui wan ... thx all and pls remember i love my surname Chin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6481850373793570374?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6481850373793570374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6481850373793570374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6481850373793570374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6481850373793570374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-ouyang.html' title='Mr Ouyang~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-6459751390970891291</id><published>2007-06-26T00:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:00:59.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA!!!</title><content type='html'>like Lee Kuan Yew said when Singapore acheived independence and freedom ... i too shouted MERDEKA (Freedom in malay) when i finally finished my last exam!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom... william wallace died for it... i on the other hand almost died for it (Due to all the exam stress) but now all is forgotten.. no more stress and more importantly .. LESSER LOSS OF HAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh .. ive got so many things lined up for this holiday.. as we speak i have movie nite tomorrow, movie outing on wednesday, movie world on thursday, church convention on friday to sunday then its OFF TO SYDNEY FOR HILLSONG CONFERENCE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously theres so much fun packed into 1 month of holidays that i cant wait to even start... !!! HOLEEDAYSS HERE ME COMEZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6459751390970891291?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6459751390970891291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6459751390970891291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6459751390970891291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6459751390970891291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/06/merdeka.html' title='MERDEKA!!!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3680925725510209449</id><published>2007-06-19T11:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:05:26.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I tink im allergic to studying</title><content type='html'>Yea u heard me right.. i tink im allergic to studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why isit that im allergic to studying?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. lemme tell u it aint pretty.. in short.. my nose becomes the outlet for billions germs. i dunno why.. i dunno how either.. but everytime i sit down to study.. i sneeze like a madman.. either that or someone is missing me ALOT or on the flipside cursing me alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way it wasnt pretty... it happened during my exam too... it made me look like a diseased patient tat had TB or sumthing.. i could see the poor guy in front of me squirming whenever i sneezed.. i wanted to apologise to him after the exam but he took off even before the time was up.. which brings me to study groups... apparently due to my sneezing nature .. people kinda wanna stay way from me when i study haha sad rite.. but its the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone around me is finishing or has finished their exams already and its bugging the hell outta me... esp when amelia sings this holiday song rite smack in my face.. its times like this where i really learn forgiveness and restraint.. muahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 hrs to freedom.. well guys..wish me luck =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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studying'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7723170099470198269</id><published>2007-06-10T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:34:45.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before the exam</title><content type='html'>one more day to the exam.. im pooped .. real pooped...  but then again thank god its friday =)&lt;br /&gt;i love fridays... its the day i look most forward to.. cos its the day when i get together with the people i love. today happens to have something extra though.. someones getting baptised in my pool~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea the day was as usual till 5.. which was just plain mugging my head off.. then i went for diana's baptism.. kinda felt bad for her.. its winter~ and shes getting fully immersed in cold water (*thanks god for letting me get baptised in summer*) but it was good though.. felt really encouraged by her actions and her commitment to god it just shows a great deal how much she wanted it =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dunk... i mean baptism, diana and co. went up to my place to kinda warm up abit b4 leaving for care group. it was then when they started scrutinizing our place -_- good news was that they said it was a clean place considering we were guys *cough* ... but just like flies bel and diana found dirty spots easily hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i actually.. made a video about it that can be seen below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/75FFpJ0Jn18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/75FFpJ0Jn18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found that quite hilarious actually.. they can really advertise for those cleaning companies.. anywayz gotta hit the books now.. wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7723170099470198269?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7723170099470198269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7723170099470198269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7723170099470198269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7723170099470198269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-before-exam.html' title='The day before the exam'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5655384232667781042</id><published>2007-06-03T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:50:04.864+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's Law</title><content type='html'>Has anyone heard of Murphy's Theory?? if u didnt know what Murphy's Theory is... in short.. it states, anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now back to my topic.. Sean's Law... i know.. by now u must be thinking to ureself.. What has Sean come up with again.. it must be something lame.. just tell me and get this over with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes nothing =).. Sean's Law states that "Anything that goes wrong... must be Sean's fault" but a law cant be a law until proven rite?? so i decided to test it out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with 2 of my friends yesterday for a rugby match and i asked one of my friends to just tap her shoulder. this was how it went ---&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer - i'll use A and B instead of names to protect the identities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: i wanna test something out... tap A on the shoulders when she least expects it&lt;br /&gt;B: ok&lt;br /&gt;-moments later B taps A&lt;br /&gt;A: SEAN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law proven =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5655384232667781042?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5655384232667781042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5655384232667781042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5655384232667781042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5655384232667781042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/06/seans-law.html' title='Sean&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2334493424127150088</id><published>2007-05-29T17:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:16:07.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First 7 in the bag</title><content type='html'>k guys.. this mite sound funny but i already have a high distinction even before the exams started, but ironically im not happy about it. I honestly did not put in as much effort into this project as i have in my last project and yet i scored a high distinction for it, i got it because my team mates were efficient and they just dragged me along. today when i was thinking about it, i felt so uneasy, so pissed at myself for letting myself get dragged. i honestly felt i didnt deserve the mark i got and i kept apologizing to my team mates but they did not make a fuss out of it, neither did they scold me or mark me down. Ben just said his usual 'oh, its alright'. It was at that point, i told myself 'no more am i going to let my team mates down, never will i be a liability to anyone'&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me these gracious team mates heh, it just shows who prays the hardest lolz.. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: When God speaks and you think.. ure in for trouble -Joyce Meyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2334493424127150088?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2334493424127150088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2334493424127150088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2334493424127150088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2334493424127150088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-7-in-bag.html' title='First 7 in the bag'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-9115099111579707004</id><published>2007-05-22T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:42:22.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know yourself</title><content type='html'>hmm did a survey linked from my friends website.. haha and its actually quite accurate.. well for me i guess.. except the part where i go out on dates alot..(haiz if only) results as shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on educationEducation is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-9115099111579707004?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/9115099111579707004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=9115099111579707004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/9115099111579707004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/9115099111579707004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-to-know-yourself.html' title='Get to know yourself'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-8351961823465760511</id><published>2007-05-16T00:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:38:33.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's day special</title><content type='html'>Happy mothers day mom~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while in church service, i heard a story bout a little boy that came to his mum with a list of things he did, for everything on the list he did.. he asked his mum for monetary rewards. his mum then took the list from him and wrote at the back of it.. all the things she did for him and wrote free of charge for everything then she said to her son 'u see.. the love i gave to u.. is free of charge' after saying that the son went to his mum and gave her a big hug saying into her ear.. could i still get 5 dollars from u anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh the last part was a little comic relief but the gist of the story was to show how much mums endure to give us a better life yet not complaining about it (or not openly complaining about it) like in proverbs 31:10-31.. i call the woman in that passage.. the domestic general.. and in my life i have one as well.. my own mum is a domestic general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mite not be everything tat is stated in that passage but shes the closest thing i know that its that description and i honestly thank god i have a mum like that. i made a list after hearing that story on what i wanted to thank my mum for so far and i came up with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For carrying me around for 9 mths&lt;br /&gt;For changing my nappy when i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;For enduring my cries at 3am&lt;br /&gt;For feeding/playing with me nontheless&lt;br /&gt;For loving me with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me&lt;br /&gt;For disciplining me when i did wrong&lt;br /&gt;For cooking for me&lt;br /&gt;For doing my laundry&lt;br /&gt;For listening to my problems&lt;br /&gt;For giving me hugs when i need them the most&lt;br /&gt;For nagging at me&lt;br /&gt;For forgiving me when i did u wrong&lt;br /&gt;For providing me with a better life&lt;br /&gt;For enduring all the hardship&lt;br /&gt;For being a friend, a parent and a mentor all in one&lt;br /&gt;For praying for me all the time&lt;br /&gt;For making me into the man i am today&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;For being my Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ure the best mum any Sean could ever possibly have and i wouldnt trade u for anything in the world. Thank u God for mum... and Thank u mum.. for being u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-8351961823465760511?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8351961823465760511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=8351961823465760511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8351961823465760511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/8351961823465760511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummys-day-special.html' title='Mummy&apos;s day special'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3896753985658081267</id><published>2007-04-27T10:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:44:27.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's Bogus Theories</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Sean's Bogus Theories!! This is the first part of a mini series that would surely make u think! or cry out SEAN IS LAME! either way.. its good for laughs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wondered why time always flies so fast when ure enjoying ureself? and why time slows down considerably when ure doing things that u dunt like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came out with a HYPOTHESIS that implies that when ure bored or doing things that u dunt like.. u tend to be more observant of the time that passes by.. therefore u always chk ure watch or clock every so often which always brings u to a conclusion that time slows down.. but on the other hand .. when ure doing something that is very interesting or fun.. time does not seem to exist and more often than not.. by the time u look at the clock or watch next.. its already way past what u have felt it was supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion&lt;br /&gt;1. Look less at the time and ure time will speed up!! (not tested.. ps.. dunt do this in exam)&lt;br /&gt;2. The law of the world strives to keep a balance of all things.. example.. monday - thursday always goes by so slowly but fri - sun always flies by so fast... therefore u see time balances itself out! it actually slows down in the weekdays and accelerates in the weekends therefore keeping a pristine balance of time!! Cheers to God heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3896753985658081267?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3896753985658081267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3896753985658081267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3896753985658081267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3896753985658081267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/04/seans-bogus-theories.html' title='Sean&apos;s Bogus Theories'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7101154694727688978</id><published>2007-04-03T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:37:26.387+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield 2007</title><content type='html'>Have u heard of the game battlefield?? its a game where the axis and allies go to war and fite fite fite capturing keypoints and attaining points to win the game.. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time the battlefield takes on a new terrain... tat of my body... my antibodies = allies and the infection = axis... same thing.. except tat in both cases who ever wins... my body is the one that suffers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly im feeling the effects of it... one day i can be playing soccer the next day i will be coughing like a lung cancer patient. but today a friend of mine forced me to go see the pharmacist to get medicine cos honestly im a very stubborn person.. although im suppose to help my antibodies fite the baddies but i always choose to let them fite it out on their own cos calling in reinforcements (medicine) to fite the axis will cost me alot... so reinforcements can be equated to merceneries.. u pay them they fite for u.. and today i just hired a bunch of very very distasteful merceneries.... they call themselves benadryl~ im sure tat unless ure a pharmacist.. u wont know wat tat is... they arm themselves with deadly arsenal like Bromhexine Hydrochloride, Guaiphenesin , Saccharin and Sorbates... and honestly they taste real bad.... my face cringes every time i take 15ml of those merceneries but the saying goes.. no pain no gain...&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. honestly i feel tonnes better already!! so go go benadryl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to OC~~~ CALIFORNIA HERE I COME~~ RITE BACK WHERE I STARTED FROM~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7101154694727688978?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7101154694727688978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7101154694727688978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7101154694727688978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7101154694727688978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/04/battlefield-2007.html' title='Battlefield 2007'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-95757304221868673</id><published>2007-03-29T14:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:23:18.651+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Down</title><content type='html'>U know .. its funny.. it wasnt till my comp went kaboom on me before i realised im a really really boring person.. my life as it is has totally come to a crashing halt and that without my computer.. my life is colourless and uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to my comp?? the cover betwen the lcd screens went kaput on me (luckily it was covered in the warranty) and also my lan cable port doesnt seem to detect the cable (in lay man terms .. no internet access)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... i honestly gotta thank god that it happened near my exams giving me the full concentration to do my studies.. but on the other hand.. it was hard to find material that is posted online without a computer so i had to use my housemates computer for the time being&lt;br /&gt;-_-.... being the sociable person i am (lolz) ive had MSN withdrawal symptoms for the past few days... its like cold turkey without cold... just lotsa boredom.... so.. if u do see me online for whateva reason... talk to me pls.. it will help relieve the stress im in =p haha&lt;br /&gt;thx all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-95757304221868673?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/95757304221868673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=95757304221868673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/95757304221868673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/95757304221868673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/03/computer-down.html' title='Computer Down'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3506041993687100201</id><published>2007-03-14T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:56:21.867+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THE F WORD</title><content type='html'>Its amazing this word.. it starts with F! and can change ure life outside in and inside out... no .. its not the 4 letter word im talking about.. its 3 letters.. can u guess it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if u guess Fun~ URE WRONG! its fat...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes its gotten into me.. ive got ppl from singapore to australia telling me im fat... in fact onli 1 person said i grew thinner... and as u can guess in this superficial world that we live in... ure tummy determines how fit u are haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I ADMIT i am fat.. but im not like super fat or like sumo size man.. gimme some credit man.. im onli human..i love my chips, theres no taste in no fat milk and the onli cheap things around are junk food. do u wanna live a life where all u ever eat is veges?? (YES IM TALKING U TO U VEGENS!) it takes all the colours of your life away man... eating is one of the pleasures of life! pls prove me wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last wed during lunch.. 2 of my friends told me i was fat.. AGAIN~ so i asked them.. what would u prefer to hug? a pillow or a rock? its a plain and simple question.. obviously they chose the pillow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u chose rock.. u are either lying or a caveman/woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously the answer is the pillow!everyone loves the pillow!~ so i turned to the 2 girls.. pinched my tummy and said.. PILLOW.. then i turned to samuel (my housemate he goes to the gym) and i said ROCK.. now which one do u wanna hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their faces turned pale and their jaws drop wide open.. *BINGO GOTCHA* was wat my heart was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel however came back and said.. if an enemy would come against u and attack u.. would u fite back with a pillow or a rock~  and i rebutted.. i dunt remember using tummies to attack people haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite sorry samuel i didnt mean to put u down or anything i just had to prove a point and u seem to be the best person to compare it to =p no hard feeling ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea but it got to me seriously.. no one likes to be labelled fat and i honestly didnt like the feeling of ppl calling me fat even though i tink im just average =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on sat.. i bought a bike and shared it with samuel!! haha fine.. people.. i will exercise now.. dun complain tat im fat anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3506041993687100201?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3506041993687100201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3506041993687100201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3506041993687100201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3506041993687100201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/03/f-word.html' title='THE F WORD'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-4587642212324357671</id><published>2007-03-13T23:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:06:38.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Marcoroni~ PART DUA</title><content type='html'>Agent Chin rushes to the kitchen.. he checks whether all his weapons are ready or not..&lt;br /&gt;*looks into pocket*&lt;br /&gt;tonnes of marcoroni grenades~ CHECK&lt;br /&gt;salt spray CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Harry POTters and Peter Pans CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Agent Chin almost started to cook .. he remembered something..&lt;br /&gt;"DANG I GOT A DATE WITH MISS ELEC3400 AND MDM ENGG3800 TILL 6!"&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like i gotta call backup"&lt;br /&gt;*Calls Rosey*&lt;br /&gt;"Rose i got a calamity on my hands.. i cant cook for ya cos... ive.. got .. a ... date?"&lt;br /&gt;*quickly brings phone as far as possible from ear~*&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!!! URE KIDDING ME RITE? U CANT COOK COS U GOT A DATE!! ok .. i will help u out no worries"&lt;br /&gt;"OMG~ ROSE URE GOD SENT~, promise i will bring ure favourite cheapo chocolates to thank u ~ MUACKS~!"&lt;br /&gt;Lovely isnt it.. the power of friendship~&lt;br /&gt;*turns to the waiter*&lt;br /&gt;"One coke... shaken .. not stirred"&lt;br /&gt;*POP!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4587642212324357671?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4587642212324357671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4587642212324357671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4587642212324357671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4587642212324357671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/03/mission-marcoroni-part-dua.html' title='Mission Marcoroni~ PART DUA'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7194780198387905685</id><published>2007-03-08T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:16:05.151+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Macoroni... PART SATU!</title><content type='html'>Agent Chin picks up the phone&lt;br /&gt;"Agent Sean Chin... your mission is to cook macoroni for 40 people on friday.. this msg will self destruct in 10 sec.. have a nice day~"&lt;br /&gt;*phone blows up*&lt;br /&gt;*jaw drops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 ... people.. macaroni.... using division.. whereby 1 packet cooks approx for 5 ppl.. i have to buy 8 packs of macoroni and cook it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will Seans mission be completed ... will he be able to cook all the macoroni in time?? stay tuned !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7194780198387905685?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7194780198387905685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7194780198387905685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7194780198387905685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7194780198387905685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/03/mission-macoroni-part-satu.html' title='Mission Macoroni... PART SATU!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-4502768343479568231</id><published>2007-03-04T22:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:08:25.508+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Captain Sean Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day... I change into my super hero identity of BUS CAPTAIN SEAN CHIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus captains job.. is to entertain the crowd and be accountable of all the peeps on the bus and lemme tell u guys something.. as that five for fiting -superman song goes..'it aint easy to be me' totally sums up everything i am about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started of as usual.. me being a piggy was supposed to wake up at 7am and be there by 8 but i woke up at like 6.51am thinking .. heh i got like 9 more min to sleep..next thing i knew.. i woke up at 7.51am ... without much thinking i changed as fast as lightning could... surprisingly took me around 5 min to dress up totally with teeth brushed, hair combed and contacts lenses in.. just to find out that andy was gonna pick me up at 8.15 instead rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached UQ... i had this bus captain session.. and we were briefed on wat to do during the trip there and all and guess wat! i got paired up with judah 2's lemuel~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were SUPPOSED to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.1- play this balloon game whereby we pass balloons to the back and they untie it. then read the paper in the balloon which consists of a tongue twister and pass the tongue twister msg back to the front person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2- Charades .. need no explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.3- trivia questions ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we played... charades .. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?? u mite wonder? simple reason.. most ppl in this world arnt morning people.. so when u are trying to conduct a game to a bunch of half dead ppl that WANT to sleep... its HARD... very HARD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first stop of the day was at harbour town.. time limit there was a whole 1.5 hrs.. in short.. not much time to shop.. so once i was outta the bus.. i went straight to esprit, adidas, fila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didnt take much shopping before the time limit ended.. bought 1 shirt, 3 board shorts, 1 slipper, 1 shoe woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next stop was somewhere new.. carrara markets... its a flea market!!! i was so thirsty when i got down that i went to the closest drink stall and asked the person for the largest slurpee he had.. he then asked me what flavour i wanted~ but i didnt care much for flavor cos i was like uber thirsty so i told him 'ANY FLAVOUR!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-Z_VvyYqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qGAHws2Ogns/s1600-h/CIMG3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039415821499261602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-Z_VvyYqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qGAHws2Ogns/s200/CIMG3839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOY WAS THAT A BAD DECISION.. instead of giving me any flavour... he gave me EVERY FLAVOUR!... it tasted like tan tock seng hospital btw -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt really spend much time at carrara doing anything but some resting and walking cos there really aint much to do there =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last stop we had was Surfers paradise... woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-ZllvyYoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z8qz0agpMAU/s1600-h/CIMG3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039415379117630082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-ZllvyYoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z8qz0agpMAU/s200/CIMG3850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-ZlFvyYnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TPlByIizS2k/s1600-h/CIMG3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039415370527695474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-ZlFvyYnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TPlByIizS2k/s200/CIMG3843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first everyone was fascinated by the beach and everyting man.. u dunt get waves that big in asia unless ure stayng at some monsoon zone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;took a few pics there.. and played soccer ... got myself all sandy and uncomfy .. but finaly i could see the end of my job~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so happy when we reached back to UQ man.... was sooo tired... but at least there was dinner coming up at cass' place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was awesome.... the chicken that alex and david brought were delicious man.. the only flaw was that the house was super stuffy and with all the heat trapped .. it was like a sauna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;durin the dinner there was this small lizard tat popped up on the wall and i suddenly flt the earth shake man.. literally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO IM NOT THE GUY THAT JUMPED!... it was alexie instead.. he was afraid of the poor lizard he ran outta the door... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so me and Dvd had to go catch the lizardee.. haha ... we played some dinner games after tat and finished off at around 12 .. i was sooo poopified... slept all the way after tat haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-Z_FvyYpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EU_fZ1U7NS0/s1600-h/CIMG3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039415817204294290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/Re-Z_FvyYpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EU_fZ1U7NS0/s200/CIMG3854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4502768343479568231?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4502768343479568231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4502768343479568231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6641417445033456127</id><published>2007-02-26T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:11:53.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back in brissy without my......</title><content type='html'>UNDERWEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes u heard me rite... underwear.. i didnt bring underwear back from singapore!!! i tot my socks were my underwear.. haiz... my nitemare has just begun haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but that aside.. alls well... i love my new room .. love it! its the largest room of the whole house and its an ensuite!! OWN TOILET OWN BATHROOM WOOT ... can i ask for more?? transport wise.. train and buses are just a wee bit further.. and i got an additional citycat transport now.. omg ... im so close to the river i can jump into it (albeit moving a few metres nearer to the river haha) and also a swimming pool and sauna.. and all for a low low price of... AU$130 to me.. i tink its a steal already man roxorz!!! will post some pics up when i fix my cam.. damn thing is konking up on me again -_- as usual =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6641417445033456127?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6641417445033456127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6641417445033456127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6641417445033456127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6641417445033456127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-in-brissy-without-my.html' title='Im back in brissy without my......'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3249792160812810869</id><published>2007-02-15T02:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:23:04.598+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>well well another yr has passed.. another number has jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt really feel the difference (though ive been complaining about being old for the past 2 weeks haha!) and honestly to me its another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in a long time my long tradition of bringing my friends together for secondary school has ceased.. its quite sad really but come to think of it.. all my friends are more distant in a way.. geographically ahah.. its quite sad.. this yr a few went to australia to pursue their degrees and everyone else are already in their unis be it ntu, nus or sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone... slowly.. but surely...  is turning in to an adult.. independence.. love and marraige... no more boy boy antics.. *sigh* but thats the way life is.. we grow up.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3249792160812810869?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3249792160812810869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3249792160812810869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3249792160812810869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3249792160812810869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-263541844831577323</id><published>2007-01-30T23:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:18:00.612+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arena~</title><content type='html'>The Arena~~ the new debating show on channel 5.. honestly i love debates.. its the more formal version of an argument/repartee which happens to be my expertise~ *i hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a battle between Kuo Chuan (proposition) &amp; Xin Min (opposition) secondary schools and the topic was Dun't try to be funny; Our society does not encourage humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. how would u argue that..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly if it were up to me .. i'd say the opposition had their job half done for them.. obviously the topic was biased against the proposition~ and it didnt help that kuo chuan basically sucked at debating... not that xin min was any better.. but at least... better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both teams were just rambling about bits and pieces of information and neglected the topic altogether.. just like a train that had its train tracks switched... exactly like tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best round was probably the 3rd.. both speakers were more or less more eloquent with their debates but it puzzled me that the proposition was more humourous than the opposition whose goal was to show that singaporeans have a funny bone.. but he was serious thru out.. lighten up dude! and it also bugged me that xin mins 3rd speaker made SUPER MINIMAL eye contact with his opponent.. gosh... tink about it .. if i were to argue with u but look at somewhere else.. heh.. gosh amateurs to the core but anyway .. wat can u expect from secondary school students haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im rambling too much on this haaha... honestly i could onli talk about this to regina since we share a common interest in putting each other down but she aint online! so .. could onli do it here ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just for fun ...&lt;br /&gt;Best Debater - Xin min 3rd speaker (hands down boi .. u owned kuo chuans ass just have more respect for ure opponent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Judge - Tan kheng hua ( i probably shared my views like she did mine~ Good job for being a guest judge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Adrian pang.. pls.. stop it with the 'lets give a hand for our sponsor new moon .. YEA!~' ure a talanted man.. pls have more variety in ure hosting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-263541844831577323?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/263541844831577323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=263541844831577323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/263541844831577323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/263541844831577323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/arena.html' title='The Arena~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-4466605654906019605</id><published>2007-01-28T13:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:21:46.794+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i mark thee... marist day</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was helping out at the pre departure seminar for australian students and to my surprise it turned out to be a marist day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order of appearance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul - Orchard Mrt&lt;br /&gt;Ji liang - Orchard Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Jiwei - pre departure seminar&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey - pre departure seminar&lt;br /&gt;Jim - pre departure seminar&lt;br /&gt;Bolin - Taka (looking at bra to buy btw)&lt;br /&gt;Davian and Gabriel - Heeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 MARISTS IN A DAY normally i see none.. haha luck must be on my side nowadays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4466605654906019605?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4466605654906019605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4466605654906019605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4466605654906019605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4466605654906019605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-mark-thee-marist-day.html' title='Today i mark thee... marist day'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7355075917103551742</id><published>2007-01-24T19:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:13:15.829+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My lucky charm</title><content type='html'>Haha guess wat i found myself a lucky charm! haha it aint a thing.. shes a person .. haha and to answer all ure questions before u even ask it.. the answer is no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. we are just friends .. (answers everything doesnt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its just quite funny how everytime im with her.. i will meet no less than 3 people that i know.. it even came to a point she was so scared to go out with me.. cos apparently it was demoralising tat whenever im with her.. she doesnt see any of her friends haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that make me her unlucky charm?? haha we'll see about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7355075917103551742?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7355075917103551742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7355075917103551742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7355075917103551742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7355075917103551742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-lucky-charm.html' title='My lucky charm'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5468094470768697880</id><published>2007-01-09T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:16:12.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I should have done</title><content type='html'>Date : Around Oct 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened: The class party we had was almost over.. no one ate the mango pudding i brought and so while Mrs Goh.. My pri 6 school teacher was away for her meeting.. i asked my classmates if anyone wanted any pudding cos i didnt wanna bring it back~ i even asked my cass monitor whether it was alrite to give it away and he consented&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs Goh came back .. she was angry at me for giving away the mango pudding without her permission wanted to punish me.&lt;br /&gt;She called the class around and debated to a bunch of 12 yr olds.. whether what i did was wrong.. In my defence.. i reiterated what she told us at the beginning of the year "When i am not around.. listen to the class monitor"&lt;br /&gt;it was then when i saw who were my real friends.. the teachers pet Barry obviously said i was wrong while my other friends helped to defend me. I on the other hand... just stayed quiet.. too shy .. too afraid to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i should have done: Now that i have grown up and thought about it.. i could have won that debate hands down.. i should have.. and if god gave me a chance i would have.. no more will i keep quiet and let others protect me.. i will stand on my own 2 feet .. with my tongue which the devil shaped... but god transformed... and i will do good with the abilities that i have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5468094470768697880?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5468094470768697880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5468094470768697880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5468094470768697880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5468094470768697880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-i-should-have-done.html' title='Things I should have done'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2091104788583103009</id><published>2007-01-03T10:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:43:28.818+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My first dream by God</title><content type='html'>Today i awoke with a very excited feeling... cos today.. God gave me my first dream of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt start out good i suppose... i fell out with this friend of mine... and i started roaming the mall.. and soon after i realised i had to go to the toilet.. so i went and did my business there.. after i left the toilet i saw the sun.. and everytime the suns rays hit someone .. it was like a large dosage of UV rays just hit him and he was getting older and everytime it hit another person.. the same thing happened... but the sun had only a small outlet to shine its rays .. so imagine a spotlight that is hunting u down... i tried to run away from the sun rays and barely made it to this store.. at the store.. i went inside to try to find the best sunscreen lotion i could find.. but could only get the sample version of it (those free small packs) so i went out and applied some on my body and then walked away... it wasnt long before long when i realised... i left my bag in the toilet.... deja vu.. i seem to be leaving alot of things in the toilet these days .. so i ran with all my might to the toilet but found another bag there... with grass in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was devastated ... i felt helpless... so remorseful.... cos my PSP was in it!! (i never realised how important my PSP was till this).. i ran around and was trying to search for my bag but i couldnt find it... i met some past friends which i havent met for ages! and they all told me tat they didnt see my bag either.. i was so frustrated and sad... i ran till i fell... flat on the floor.. weeping.. and crying.. it was then i turned to god.... i repented my sins and asked him for forgiveness.. and immediately... an old man walked out from the wall and gestured me to come with him... he led me to this chinese stall just 1 m away and i followed.. inside the stall on a round table were 4 old man playing cards and at one corner of the store was my bag sitting there.... he gestured me to go take my bag and so i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i did the 4 old men suddenly jumped up and wanted to get my bag back!! but the old man held the other men back and asked me to go .... i ran out.. and woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy and i searched for someone on my msn list to talk to about it and i found Rae ~~&lt;br /&gt;i told her of my interpretation of my dream and she asked me to pray about it.. she also led me to this passage in Isaiah 50:2-4 which reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came, why was there no one?&lt;br /&gt;When i called, why was there no one to answer?&lt;br /&gt;Was my arm too short to ransom you??&lt;br /&gt;Do i lack the strength to rescue you?&lt;br /&gt;By a mere rebuke i dry up the sea i turn rivers into a desert their fish rot for lack of water and die of thirst&lt;br /&gt;I clothe the sky with darkness and make sackcloth its covering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue to the word that sustains the weary he wakens me morning by morning wakens my ear to listen like one being taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage talks about the sin of Israel..Just as Israel was the chosen nation, so am i who was chosen by God to not rely on my own strength but rely on him.. and to not sin against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing dream wasnt it... i was surprised myself... my believe tat the dream was telling me that although i am closer to God but still... i am constantly sinning against him...but even though my bag got stolen (by the 4 old men/devils), God (the other old man) led me back to it and even fended them off for me.. its so wonderful.. and im proud to share this with everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2091104788583103009?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2091104788583103009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2091104788583103009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2091104788583103009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2091104788583103009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-dream-by-god.html' title='My first dream by God'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2566461716367676504</id><published>2007-01-02T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:47:11.304+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just another Manic Sunday!!~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heez.. Sunday! my first sunday.. gonna go to planet shakers today!! i honestly havent heard of planet shakers till 1 day b4 i left.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday also means 2.50 for transport all day!! do u know it costs me $12.60 just to get to the city from Berwick~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Regina decided we should just go to the city and check it out!! haha so off we went to Flinders st station!! The first place i went to was federation square which was just opposite the road.. there was this basker over there actually.. was real funny.. his trick was to juggle i tink.. but his performance was great... he entertained the crowd with his jokes and all.. was real good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;further down there was this art gallery showing the different photos of nature and earth.. was really good ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpnV8eGJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/GtjArQZl9CQ/s1600-h/CIMG3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015434761737742210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpnV8eGJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/GtjArQZl9CQ/s200/CIMG3467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpnzceGJ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/3cwOCudGqHQ/s1600-h/CIMG3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015435268543883154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpnzceGJ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/3cwOCudGqHQ/s200/CIMG3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpoaseGJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/_8KacQwrNfo/s1600-h/CIMG3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015435942853748642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpoaseGJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/_8KacQwrNfo/s200/CIMG3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we walked below this bridge to find a sorta sunday market going on and the first thing i saw was this zither chord thingy.. its like a piano and a guitar in one? quite kewl actually and the guy playing it actually sells his own cd's.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpsGseGJ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/MdKvPrH2UA0/s1600-h/CIMG3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015439997302876082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpsGseGJ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/MdKvPrH2UA0/s200/CIMG3476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the market.. we went around the cultural arts centre where ASTRO BOI was being exhibited! .. was kewl to see an asian artform in australia.. but time flew and i had to meet lixin to go for service.. so we went all the way down swanston st to meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking down to Swanston.. we met Regina's housemate, Mavis, and she was on her way home .. Regina wanted to go back with her though.. not tat i wouuld have stopped her(cos she wasnt gonna come with us for service) but in the end she accompanied me to the tramstop and saw us off... cos she had alot of time to kill b4 the next train arrived anyway hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway .. the tram arrived so me and lixin went on our way to PLANETSHAKERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i arrived there.. i was kinda nervous since i heard it was GUUD!!! and lo and behold... IT ROCKED!!! the service was damn good la... but lixin had to go back to pack .. i didnt really get to meet anyone except for Paul... he's a kewl guy.. very nice haha.. our first subject was about losing our girlfriends in army lor... power rite?? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we left the place soon after to catch a tram back into the city... from what regina said.. the city's lights are beautiful at night so i requested lixin to accompany me to take pictures of the nite life.. it was beautiful as expected hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RaMM-H1Zi_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KVd91DmlbpM/s1600-h/CIMG3490-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017868671215307762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RaMM-H1Zi_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KVd91DmlbpM/s200/CIMG3490-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RaMNSn1ZjAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O0CFdJv3jYM/s1600-h/CIMG3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017869023402626050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RaMNSn1ZjAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O0CFdJv3jYM/s200/CIMG3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip back to Berwick was as usual horrendously long.. but it was nice to get to know more about Lixin although she was going to go back the next day.. i got invited to city harvest too! makes me so excited to go back to singapore.. heh.. wat a manic sunday this was =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2566461716367676504?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2566461716367676504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2566461716367676504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2566461716367676504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2566461716367676504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-just-another-manic-sunday.html' title='Its just another Manic Sunday!!~~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZpnV8eGJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/GtjArQZl9CQ/s72-c/CIMG3467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-3958087758992998187</id><published>2006-12-30T23:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:40:16.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things i should have done!</title><content type='html'>this is a new thing which i just tot of doing.. its titled.. Things i should have done.. i will post things that have already passed.. what i should have done.. but did not do.. this will be interesting i suppose.. in my opinion.. i hope it will for u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated date it happened : March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat happened : First time i saw Chermaine with her new boyfriend in the same mrt.. same cabin.. i smiled at chermaine... turned my face the other way for the rest of the journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i should have done : Go up to her new bf.. introduced myself.. tell him what a great girl he has and ask him to cherish her and then walk off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it sound corny? or redundant? from this point on... with all the courage ive mustered.. im gonna let u go... after all this time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3958087758992998187?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3958087758992998187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3958087758992998187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3958087758992998187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3958087758992998187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-i-should-have-done.html' title='Things i should have done!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2508666993220034867</id><published>2006-12-30T12:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:22:48.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disasterrific!</title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays day can be summed up in one word... Disasterrific! u mite be wondering wat tat means..&lt;br /&gt;but i will leave it up to u to think about it haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started early... we had to pick up the car pronto and the good news was tat we manage to borrow a card from regina's housemate's boyfriend.. but .. bad news was more to come .. like i said.. disasterrific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a train down to dandenong station and halfway in the train.. tummy ache started.. it was a bad one at tat.. i was really really really holding it in and when the train finally stopped at dandenong .. OFF I FLEW!! i went into the first toilet i found and *kaboom* hiroshima nagasaki ... *15min later* i walked outta the toilet and the first thing i saw was this muslim girl at the sink(she was wearing the tudong thing) so i pushed the door open and i saw regina sitting in front of me.. i looked back .. i saw the sign.. i looked back at her.. *cue insane laughter by regina* apparently... i went into the girls toilet when i was in a hurry ... after tat regina couldnt really control it .. she was laughing her ass off all the way to the car rental -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the car rental, apparently we needed the guy with the card to be there.. so in the end... we couldnt get the car *sadness max* so since we were both hungry .. we walked the other way and decided to find food.. and we found it .. in the form of fish and chips... honestly it was bad... and i started asking regina how she couldve gotten a car if she didnt have a credit card.. and she said ' well.. i wouldve used my debit card' then suddenly the gears in my brain started turning and 2 mth old cobwebs started to loosen up.. i opened up my wallet and looked down.. i showed it to regina and gave the widest grin u would ever possibly see and braced for IMPACT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next 30 min or so (well it felt like it) she went on and on and on like a energizer battery.. telling me OMG I CANT BELIEVE WE HAD ONE DEBIT CARD ALL ALONG~~ and on and on and on.... thx god im a guy.. its times like this our brain goes into sleep mode and every word that comes outta my mouth is ya... ok.. sorry.. um...repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway WOOHOO we got the car!! at that time lixin was getting ready to go to the airport already and since we had the car, we volunteered to give her a ride all the way to the airport!! woot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked her at about 1 and her flight was at 5 .. so since we were taking the car... there was obviously gonna be lotsa time to kill.. so we went to DFO for abit of shopping b4 we sent her to the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how we didnt bring the camaras with us although we had it in the car...but we kept on forgetting!! Bugger... although the DFO was supposedly the harbour town of melb... but.. harbour town win hands down!! SO COME TO BRISSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after DFO we sent lixin to the airport and did the normal chk in and stuff.. we sat down chat a lil b4 sending her off at the gates... i went to the toilet for just 1 min when i got a call from regina to hurry back to the gates.. i rushed back to see lixin back from the gates . apparently her hand carry luggage was overweight and she had to take out some stuff.... pfft... omg.. in the end she unpacked 10 tim tams!! and some supre bags... madness!! lolz... and guess who has to bring it back... if u guessed me.. ure right.. P.S IM NOT COMPLAINING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well that was it for the day... we went back to Berwick and planned for the grueling trip tomorrow... THE GREAT OCEAN ROAD! STAY TUNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2508666993220034867?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2508666993220034867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2508666993220034867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2508666993220034867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2508666993220034867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/disasterrific.html' title='Disasterrific!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-1553908062784079237</id><published>2006-12-26T12:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:05:26.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>QV market day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiUeseGJ2I/AAAAAAAAACg/IofT91lcUmc/s1600-h/CIMG3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 in seany's adventure in melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was surprisingly a warmer day than usual... sun was shining brightly and when i looked at my watch!.. 7.15am -_- it feels like the afternoon already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my morning rituals ad everything and finally got outta the house at 8am... we had to meet up with lixin at 8.15am at berwick station. honestly .. regina and i were late haha so we hurried outta the house and brisk walked our way to the station. it was when we met up with lixin and her friend, Candy from Taiwan(tot it was Kelly at first), that regina realised tat.. she didnt bring her mobile, train timetable and everything.. lolz... i asked her whether she wanted to get it but i tink she didnt want trouble anyone so we just took the train to melby central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i still cant get used to the train rides due to the Uber long time it takes to get to the city which is approximately 1 hr -_-  not onli tat... the train prices are so expensive!! it takes me 12.60 just to get to the city alone.. cos Melby doesnt believe in giving its international students concession.. wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and had fun on the train and everything till we got to melbourne central and then we took the tram to Queen Victoria Market aka... the daytime pasar malam!! apparently in Brissy we have the city cat.. here they have trams that stretch out to everywhere in the city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiSuseGJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/33fXzBJPccg/s1600-h/CIMG3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014919515986077490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiSuseGJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/33fXzBJPccg/s200/CIMG3440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiThceGJ0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M9QDjvf8_6E/s1600-h/CIMG3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014920387864438594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiThceGJ0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M9QDjvf8_6E/s200/CIMG3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to QV market and did our shopping around.. we kinda split up once we got to the market cos the girls were busy buying... Cherries -_-... they were nice to eat la.. but expensive..&lt;br /&gt;so regina and me went to do our own shopping instead.. but honestly .. HARBOUR TOWN IZ BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping was nice la.. wanted to buy a Biker sunglasses but all so expensive -_- in the end.. i didnt really buy anything at all except for a bottle of coffee liquor and some xmas pressie's (cannot divulge whose)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when i finished going all over QV market.. the girls.. were still.. looking at cherries.. proness man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around and sat down at a Pancake place where we met up with Yokie~ I ordered a pancake tat was huge man.. regina ordered a sandwich (also huge) and Yokie ordered.. Fish and Chips.. honestly theres too much fish and chips in melby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiThseGJ1I/AAAAAAAAACY/lhAqZCz8g8I/s1600-h/CIMG3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014920392159405906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiThseGJ1I/AAAAAAAAACY/lhAqZCz8g8I/s200/CIMG3454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiUe8eGJ3I/AAAAAAAAACo/h7XDIp63Voc/s1600-h/CIMG3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014921444426393458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiUe8eGJ3I/AAAAAAAAACo/h7XDIp63Voc/s200/CIMG3457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we called up lixin and candy but they were already at south bank so too bad for them... cos.. we went... TO WATCH ERAGON!!! if u havent watch it.. go watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tat was how our day more or less went.. our onli problem now is.. how to get the car without a credit card cos regina lost hers haha ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1553908062784079237?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1553908062784079237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1553908062784079237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1553908062784079237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1553908062784079237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/qv-market-day.html' title='QV market day'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RZiSuseGJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/33fXzBJPccg/s72-c/CIMG3440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-5794690653542420517</id><published>2006-12-16T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:56:58.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean in Melby (part 2~)</title><content type='html'>DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i slept like a pig and waited for regina to get back from work haha! the real fun started when she came back!~~ she was obviously very tired then she told me... 'lets go buy groceries for dinner' then i was like... dun u need rest?? and she said.. im already resting ( brain thinking : SALUTE REGINA NOW!!!) so after tat we went to Springvale to buy the groceries.. she was making sambal kangkong, curry chicken and coconut rice *yum yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at Springvale aka little vietnam.. suddenly i remembered jonathan from army warning me about the viets in australia.. he said something about.. dun mess with them or they will bring out their ak 47s and shoot u down *thx jon.. u really made my day today* but regina told me their alrite la.. its just tat their language is a mixture of mumbles .. then she tried to enact it out in the middle of the market.. which was like the worst place and time to do it -_-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally we finished our shopping of food and we went back and almost immediately started to cook!! i prepared the food... regina cooked... haha after almost 2 hrs of cooking.. Lixin, our first and onli guest came!! just nice too cos we just finished cookingz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate and talked our way thru dinner till the next big thing (or small) appeared.. regina was actually expecting a kitten today.. a black one at that.. haha then suddenly u can see all the motherly instincts coming out from regina.. AWWW SO CUTE .. so we kinda played with little kitty till around 10.30++ cos we had to buy something from safeway aka woolies and at the same time send lixin back.. cos its very late at nite and not that safe. so while walking back, lixin actually whipped out a torch and went TIU TIU TIU (imagine a techno song) and played with the torch light as though it was disco haha was damn fun actually .. when we reached the train station however there were these xiao hun hun(coined by lixin meaning little gangster) so they promptly went to walk behind me haha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop however was to go meet regina's friend, yokie, to give her our leftovers first and talk abit haha.. then we went to send lixin back to her hostel (which was uber small haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we left it was already late at nite and we were going to Queen Victoria's market the next morn anyway ... so we skipped safeway and went back to prepare for Day 3 in Melby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5794690653542420517?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5794690653542420517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5794690653542420517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5794690653542420517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5794690653542420517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/sean-in-melby-part-2.html' title='Sean in Melby (part 2~)'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5373594166850667349</id><published>2006-12-16T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:22:38.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean in Melby~!! (part 1)</title><content type='html'>hey peeps~~ did ya miss meee!! i missed everyone too =p (even if u didnt miss me) lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally in melby liaoz!! so happy.. but my trip here.. honestly didnt go as well as i planned.. in fact... it was close to disastrous!! see.. wat happened was that i was supposed to leave the house at 5pm to catch my 6.50pm flight.. but to my horror... tony (my housemate) car broke down on the highway while he was about to fetch me.. sianz 1/4 it was then all hell went loose... i began calling all the taxi numbers i knew... but it was peak hour and no one picked up !!! SAD RITE !! so i had to thick skin abit and ask Samuel to drive me there.. he came around 10 min later to pick me up (THX U SAMUEL I OWE U LOTS) and proceeded on our way.. then we hit at least 3 traffic jams b4 i got to the domestic airport.. i was supposed to check in 30 min b4 the flight took off.. and i reached there... 6.18pm?? too close to count.. then after tat when i took my flight ticket and chked in my luggage bag.. i went to the security bag chk place... there.. i was very flustered and went thru the metal detector without the guy chking me... the security guy saw me and directed me back with a very angry stare and the finger pointing back..i was kinda shocked by his reaction.. cant he be a LIL bit nicer... anyway... i waited for my turn and went in lor ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight.... was delayed by 15 min for some reason and we boarded late... i was so panicky considering it was my first time going on a trip to anywhere else... alone..haha.. so when i finally boarded the plane.. i realised that i sat next to 2 HUMONGOZOID WOMEN!!! which meant.. little or smaller place for me to sit -_- sianz 1/2 .. but had to make do la... to top it off i couldnt sleep cos they were laughing and chatting all the way ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about wat seemed like foreva.. i finally landed after 2 hrs of flight time .. i finally reached melby!!! woooohhooooo then i realised... i needed 1 hr to get to my destination.. Southern cross station ~.~ sianz 3/4 almost pulled my hair out cos.. PSP NO POWA LIAOZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after arriving at southern cross station.. i finally met REGINA~~ honestly havent seen her for the longest time already and she happily accomodated me into her house =) (well hopefully happily) so we took... another 1 hr just to get to her place at Berwick pronounced as BEAR - ICK ... dun ask me why.. just know it... SIANZ WHOLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after an hrs ride we finally got to berwick and rested for the nite.. ultra tired day.. but well thx god alls well ends well =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5373594166850667349?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5373594166850667349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5373594166850667349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5373594166850667349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5373594166850667349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/sean-in-melby-part-1.html' title='Sean in Melby~!! (part 1)'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3066288829488666052</id><published>2006-12-14T00:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:21:44.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish is wrong.. funny..and Singaporean</title><content type='html'>K.. i just talked to Ruth my cousin in the States.. and it was all nice catching up till i went singlish on her.. she laughed her ass off.. she was going.. U SAID LA!!! WAHAHAHA THATS SOO FUNNY!!.. then when she tried it herself obviously she LA'ed at the wrong part of the sentence something along the lines of... "Haha la.. its so funny... (ZOMG NOOB ALERT)" but cant blame her.. she grew up in the states all her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i mean making fun of my american cousin is not the main point here (but yea i gotta admit.. its funny) ... it dawned on me... im a singlish addict... no matter how politically correct i am in english.. it all flies out the window once i relax and talk to ppl that i am comfortable with... LA, LOR, SIANZ and etc come out... in fact.. when i was doin my team project with my australian friend thomas... eric and me taught him how to speak singlish... considering i spoke it all my life.. its just so natural for me.. for us from the asian region to speak and understand it.. but then when it came down to thomas, he told us it was like learning another language... and in the end after a few laughs we kinda just gave up..&lt;br /&gt;this topic has been debated upon so many umpteen times.. and finally to put all questions at rest... i FINALLY came out with one conclusive answer!!.. YES! singlish is another language.. not a variant of english but a totally different language.. something like.. why japanese characters have chinese words in them but is a totally different language!! and also i can proudly write down tat i know more languages than i tot i knew! kewl rite! v(O_O)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note*&lt;br /&gt;Robbie is here in Brissy which leads me to wonder why Shing went to Sydney to see him.. can anyone tell me why?? hahaha anyways.. IM GOING MELB TOMORROW!!! WOOT haha *laughs at cass* stay tuned for Sean in Melby~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3066288829488666052?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3066288829488666052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3066288829488666052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3066288829488666052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3066288829488666052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/singlish-is-wrong-funny-powerful-and.html' title='Singlish is wrong.. funny..and Singaporean'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-739964518034694131</id><published>2006-12-10T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:06:44.139+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to mummy and daddy</title><content type='html'>U know though these few days ive been a wee bit less active .. but during this time.. ive read a book called For One More Day by Mitch Albom.. hes a really good author, his style of writing really touches ure heart and gets u all fuzzy wuzzy and also my housemate Tony also passed me one japanese drama called '14 sai no haha' and its about this 14 yr old girl tat got pregnant and how she is shunned by society which leads me to think.. why isit ok for sex b4 marraige but not the by product of it.. interesting tot huh.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway.. the thing these 2 have in common is mama's unconditional love for us.. in For One More Day .. he writes about this guy tat was given a chance to see his long dead mum .. and how he was too proud to see that all that his mother has done for him when she was still alive.. and when it came to the times his mother stood up for him and the times he did not stand up for his mum... he loss by a landslide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvn9rds1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/0pBYcJSiB-k/s1600-h/foronemoreday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006850457577772066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvn9rds1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/0pBYcJSiB-k/s200/foronemoreday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 sai no haha on the other hand is also about mummies.. although the girl got pregnant.. she didnt want an abortion although everyone .. even her lover told her to do it.. actually she almost had an abortion.. till her mum told her how much she loved her and cared for her even though she did wrong things or digraced her, which led her to think that she cared for the unborn baby just as much her mother cared for her~ this show really made me tear.. not cry ... just tear.. its really really touching how she fites thru all odds to bring the baby to the world. in short go watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvm57ds1BI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mq-gihmM7wI/s1600-h/14_sai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006849293641634834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvm57ds1BI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mq-gihmM7wI/s200/14_sai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just so happens that Marilyn's mum is in town too~ and shes kewl man.. lolz she treated us to dinner last sunday and also prepared steamboat for us on thursday! i tink its a motherly instinct to suddenly treat ppl nicely and give them goodies haha.. but hey im not complaining.. she really knows how to take care of ppl man.. she kinda fed me till i was almost gonna explode, haha a really kewl mum and shes got a fun side too haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvp9rds1DI/AAAAAAAAABo/s4N3UncU224/s1600-h/CIMG3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006852656601027634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvp9rds1DI/AAAAAAAAABo/s4N3UncU224/s200/CIMG3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i tot to myself.. have i been a good son to my parents.. have i done them proud or have i let them down and i realised .. i have parents just like the ones in the book and in the show.. no matter how much wrong i do.. i will be forgiven and loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mum, Dad, if ure reading this out there.. i thank u for all the things that u have done for me, i thank god that im blessed with 2 wonderful parents, no money in the world is enuff to repay wat u have done for me, im proud to have u 2 as my parents and from the bottom of my heart... i love u 2 just as much if not more~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvrILds1EI/AAAAAAAAABw/_ARwauMcijU/s1600-h/CIMG2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006853936501281858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvrILds1EI/AAAAAAAAABw/_ARwauMcijU/s200/CIMG2877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for everyone out there.. go get a copy of the book or watch the show.. its inspiring and it also teaches u how to be a good parent when the time comes too. hahaha till next time.. Sean out..&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/3690651618383446987-739964518034694131?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/739964518034694131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=739964518034694131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/739964518034694131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/739964518034694131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/tribute-to-mummy-and-daddy.html' title='A tribute to mummy and daddy'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXvn9rds1CI/AAAAAAAAABg/0pBYcJSiB-k/s72-c/foronemoreday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-2114068149362058707</id><published>2006-12-04T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:33:07.051+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 4 Kidz</title><content type='html'>Christmas 4 Kids or C4k in short is an event tat i joined to help out the less fortunate children~~ it was organised by hands of hope (one of the church comminities) and although i didnt choose to do anything tat had to do with children.. i was inexplicably chosen to do Balloon twisting (which was wat i didnt choose) and Setting/Packing up (which was wat i chose).. luckily for me i had some experience with balloon twisting during my teenage yrs so NO PROB! but the worst was yet to come ... stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok the day started off at 3.30am .. yes 3.30AM! gosh... the day b4 we just sent Karena off to the airport and i reached back at around 11++ and god knows why but i watched 2 anime episodes b4 i slept (Watched Lelouch of the Rebellion!! if u havent watch it go watch it now!! its damn good) so in the end i slept at around 12am giving me... 3.5 hrs of sleep.. IMPENDING LACK OF SLEEP!! anyway my alarm rang and the sky was dark ... but surprisingly (or not) my housemate was still wide awake.. anyway~~ i left at 4am and was the last to reach the gathering pt.. abit paiseh la.. but i mean everybody was kinda zombified also..when we went there... it was work straight away.. move here carry tat... btw.. the day b4 i had to help out with collecting stuff prior to this but we only had like 8 ppl to do it with... so we had like onli 5 ppl to carry 350 chairs here and there(which was absolutely nuts!) and 3 ppl to get 30 tables...anyway back to topic.. yea so we worked like tat all the way till.. 7.30 or so?? b4 i registered as a volunteer at the counter.. then woot straight away to work at my booth ~~!! i had like around 1 hr to acquaint with my new found honkie/korean/aussie friends and also learn new balloon tricks at the same time!! and by the time we knew it.. in came the nitemar... i mean kids =p.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQncqaTU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9bYldHx6x4/s1600-h/CIMG3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004668459289891714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQncqaTU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9bYldHx6x4/s200/CIMG3382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQm-aaTU3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2eZT9tjUeKM/s1600-h/CIMG3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004667939598848882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQm-aaTU3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2eZT9tjUeKM/s200/CIMG3383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.45am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQn9qaTU5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/MVUIpLJ7h_o/s1600-h/CIMG3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004669026225574802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQn9qaTU5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/MVUIpLJ7h_o/s200/CIMG3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.30 am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so in came the kids.. at first it was manageable.. but soon our booth became quite popular and it was exactly like peak hr at Tuas navy base man.. non stop twisting and turning of balloons... balloons going pop here bang there flying everywhere... at first i made these angel wings for myself.. just for fun and laughter.. but someone saw me wearing it and said.. ' i would like one angel wing too!' gosh.. that took me at least 15 min to make !! and i was like.. Take mine! then.. just like ants... they called comrades to ask for more... and i was like.. NOOOOOOO!!!! HAVE MERCY!!! so in the end i had to make swords for them... i tink swords were like the most popular...i kept making sword after sword after sword.. and kids really know how to come up with impossible or very hard to do designs like kangaroo, bear, axe, shield.. u name it .. i cant make it... to top it off.. our girls (apparently the girls are better at twisting balloons) went MIA halfway!!! and when they asked for designs like flowers/butterflies.. i was like.. WHERE ARE THE GIRLS!!! ~.~ then after a few min i see them walking back with paint on their faces... obviously enjoying themselves somewhere else while leaving the poor ol boys to fend the Horde of Kids !! but at least they came back la *haiz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQo7KaTU6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CkqpMrfLXuc/s1600-h/CIMG3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004670082787529634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQo7KaTU6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CkqpMrfLXuc/s200/CIMG3387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is wat happens when u wake up at 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQvj6aTU8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qANQXQVb4UQ/s1600-h/CIMG3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004677379936965570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQvj6aTU8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qANQXQVb4UQ/s200/CIMG3388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQvjqaTU7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HtxWrShT8Q4/s1600-h/CIMG3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004677375641998258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQvjqaTU7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HtxWrShT8Q4/s200/CIMG3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rachel with her 'flowers' ----DUN LAUGH!! I KNOW ITS A GHEY PIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 4 hrs of Aja Aja fiting! it all ended!! at around 3pm or so.. no more kids.. poopified.. but that wasnt the end... nooo.. there was wat they call PACK UP!.. in my mind i was like... u gotta be kidding me man.. but hey .. its all for a good cause ... so yea.. pack pack pack .. move move move.. we even had to go to an incinerator plant about 10 min drive away to dump ALL the rubbish.. reminded me of an excursion i did when i was in primary school to tuas incineration plant.. yea.. it stank. dunt ask anymore... then we came back .. packed somemore b4 finally heading home... *AMEN!* came back.. took a bath.. and BAM! slept straight away when i hit the bed.. was supposed to go liwens house for dinner.. but i woke up at like.. 1am? gone case man.. total internal clock failure after tat... so i did wat everyone would do.... sleep somemore.. another day gonez~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. SORRY RACHEL!! I DIDNT MEAN TO STEAL URE EEYORE!~~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2114068149362058707?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2114068149362058707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2114068149362058707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2114068149362058707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2114068149362058707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-4-kidz.html' title='Christmas 4 Kidz'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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/_Qedl4SIKqs4/RXQncqaTU4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/d9bYldHx6x4/s72-c/CIMG3382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-9147055987700320368</id><published>2006-11-30T00:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:43:53.871+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Army daze~~ TAKE DUA(2)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! 2nd attempt at doing this.. been very very lazy these few days.. cos its been hot Hot HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;makes u all lazy and sleepy -_- and the 1st time i did this.. blog didnt save.. which means!!! redo from scratch~ haiz.. sianz 3/4 but nevermind.. im gonna try and write it again~~&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'd like to dedicated this blog to my army BRUDDERS~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this tot of writing about army daze started when my army BRUDDER! alvin suddenly msn while typing out HAHAHHAHA that he was browsing thru our old army pics and he started missing the old days.. as it was... its no wonder he was laughing .. our army photos are hilarious man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some tat u can laugh to~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/290390/CIMG0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/356380/CIMG0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/578382/CIMG0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="314" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/861331/CIMG0335.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little update&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2401 - Hu Jia Tao - Our dearest saicee!! arti boi .. now currently attached wor~ and studying in NUS now if im not wrong =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2402 - Justin He - Regular fit zai~ still regular lor hahaha gf unknown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2403 - TAN YOU CHENG!- this guy confirm need special mention.. he confirm single(but got scandal hahaha) now in NUS, still lao yang zi.. CMI *Mr Hu pls take care of him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2404 - Gavin Hong Hanze - dun ask me bout the Gavin part.. ever since he join MILE HIGH CLUB he got england name.. yes he is a steward/gayboi leh!!! currently attached .. gf confirm dominatrix =p hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2405 - Me lor - In brisbane studying electrical engineering at Uni of Queensland! back to the life of a student (O_O)v NO GF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2406 - Ian Teo Xing Rui - He aint heavy.. hes my buddy!! Currently working as a lab tech in ngee ann poly (dunno whether he started studying liaoz or not but should be soon =p) BUDDY LOVE FOREVA~ Got GF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2407 - Goh Seng Heng - Currently working lolz.. GF unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2408 - Lam Jiyong - wah this bugger really lost touch liaoz.. prob still regular hahaha GF unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2409 - Alvin Lim Hanwei - this brudder of ours gonna fly to america to study leh (so we know he's rich! quick ask him out and make him treat us!) GF STATUS = NIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2410 - Choo Liang Yuan - Gone to Perth to study.. staying with 3 other charbor kns.. lucky bastard.. GF should have lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2411 - Tony Tan Liang Zhong - Mei liang xing de liang, Bu Zhong xin de Zhong.. i can never forget the way he told us his name man.. anyway guess wat.. hes just 5 metres from me.. oso studying IT in Uni of QLD .. No GF~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2412 - Guocai - Still regularly missing haha GF unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2413 - RAJ - Honestly i cant remember his full name~ anyone still remember and keep in contact with him?? LZ says he is 2nd seargent now~~ pfft ...GF unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least..&lt;br /&gt;OUR SEARGENT Low!! - err this guy.. *point at Mr Hu* ask him lolz&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/3690651618383446987-9147055987700320368?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/9147055987700320368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=9147055987700320368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/9147055987700320368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/9147055987700320368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/army-daze-take-dua2.html' title='Army daze~~ TAKE DUA(2)!!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-7966117874715963438</id><published>2006-11-23T22:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:39:13.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The world where dreams come true~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No im not talking about the dreamland u go when u go to sleep.. im talking about Dream WORLD!! yes dream world!! one of the 3 worlds in our world!! another day i spent waking up to an 7.30am alarm clock -_-~ haiz... i dunno when i can EVER sleep in for this week man.. and its really taking a toll on me... im feeling.. more ... kookie~ wateva tat means =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over to coles to buy some bread and chips early in the morn and then met samuel who drove me to melissa's place.. over there we waited for everyone to arrive which of course .. some ppl were late -_- but no worries!! the line up for the day was me, samuel, set, fei, ting, karena and melissa.. and off we went to the world of dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip there wasnt honky dory~~ samuels car doesnt have aircon.. and on a hot summers day.. honestly its not fun.. its like a mini bakery and i was sweating my ass off and to top it of!! we had JAM!!! yes JAM!! not blueberry.. not strawberry.. TRAFFIC JAM! gosh... it was then when i remembered discovery channel talking bout some monks that could make themselves feel hot or cold just by thinking.. so i did.. i strained every muscle in my head and guess wat!! more sweat *.* sianz 3/4 man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a grueling 1hr15min in the sun .. we arrived at DREAMWORLD! i went maniacal for awhile after that... 1st ride we rode was THE CLAW!! its supposedly the best but honestly i rate it onli 2nd =p.. 2nd ride was WIPE OUT!! its the kinda ride where u kinda get spun 360 over and over till ure woozy and all.. then u shout out.. AGAIN! 3rd one we rode was the CYCLONE!! its just ure average rollercoaster ride.. nothing fancy except for 2x360 loops.. 4th ride was the vortex~ its a round thing which spins real fast and the centrifugal force lets u kinda stick to the walls!! real fun and no one else plays it! hahaha.. 5th ride was a water ride.. it was a kinda small ride to let us prepare for the next.. which was... the WATER LOG RIDE!! honestly it was lame.. its sole purpose was to make u wet.. and wet i was man.. 6th ride was the Giant Drop! which i rate number 1 in the thrill list.. it brings u up 20 storeys or so .. and then in about 2 sec.. u drop from top to bottom without the splat! haha scary indeed .. last ride we took was the tower of terror.. most overrated ride man.. and to get there u must go thru WIGGLES WORLD!!! if u dunno who the wiggles are.. imagine 4 grown man + teletubbies.. the ride was 10 sec long?? it shot u up and it brought u back down.. tats it... i didnt even know what happened.. honestly the most overrated... but i encourage each and everyone of u guys to go Dream World though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back was better .. thank god the sun wasnt as strong as midday during tat time.. and our next destination was Rose's house for BBQ ... everyone was there by the time we reached there and i started pigging out asap lor .. so sean rite.. haha.. but honestly i thank everyone that helped in the bbq... the steak was awesome and i wont comment on the sausages la.. im now very prejudiced against sausages man haha... another whole day affair .. and tomorrow will be the same too.. nitez everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/242034/IMG_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/909154/IMG_1724.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7966117874715963438?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7966117874715963438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7966117874715963438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7966117874715963438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7966117874715963438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-where-dreams-come-true.html' title='The world where dreams come true~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3602008174156184507</id><published>2006-11-20T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:40:59.061+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres something about Mary</title><content type='html'>u must be wondering who the hell Mary is??&lt;br /&gt;for this i gotta tell a short lil story~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened monday morning... i woke up to some loud banging on his front door this morn.. half expecting to let his house mate to open the door but unfortunately he was as dead as me in the morn.. so i picked my sleepy self up and opened the front door to see our ex tenants (the guys tat USED to live where we used to). it was then i found out that it was already 1104am.. and shepherding was at... 12! i had to quickly wash up, pack my stuff, talk abit of cock on msn then rush out of the house already~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after tat........ we were finally at the district dinner place!! called.. buffet garden or sumthing like tat... guess wat ... its seafood buffet.. and sean no eat seafood -_- .. but thx god there were still other non seafood thingies there hahaha.. i always had the general idea that buffet's are a place where singaporeans show their ugliest side.. cos we kinda 'stock up' on everything and bring them to the table and start gobbling down our food... trust me... its alot of food.. it was around this time when i heard a few girls at the other end of the table laughing. i turned and saw this list~ curious i walked over to the list with my cream of mushroom in my hand and read it. first line was.. 'u must choose a GUY to participate'. i looked at the whole table and realised there was only me and andy... i had a bad premonition it was gonna be me... and LO AND BEHOLD IT WAS! so wat was this game?? it was dress the guy up to look pretty game.. on the list there was HAIR BAND, SUNGLASSES, UMBRELLA, HIGH HEELS, WOMENS HANDBAG... and some other thing which i cant remember.... the last thing i remembered was hearing rae go... tie this.. do that... *note: i wore high heels and i understand the pain u gals go thru man.. may god have mercy on ure feet* but luckily there was like 9 other 'pretty' contestants to flaunt their 'stuff'...i didnt go there to win man.. i went there so tat i could get outta there as fast as i could!! apparently the first guy said his name was mimi or sumthing.. which led the other 'guys' to be named after girls.. and my name... was code name MARY~ *sigh* i tink i can mark it down as one of the most embarassing days of my life.. but no fear cos i didnt win it.. someone called hello kitty did~~ his name is adam by the way, he is the ultimate transvestite lolz!! a quiet but funny guy ~~ and he deserved to win by far =p and tats the story of mary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/IMG_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/IMG_1652.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/CIMG3346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/CIMG3346.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name: Mary --- Kitty and Mary ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3602008174156184507?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3602008174156184507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3602008174156184507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3602008174156184507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3602008174156184507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-something-about-mary.html' title='Theres something about Mary'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-1633254652334601313</id><published>2006-11-20T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:41:48.782+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Seminar</title><content type='html'>ok b4 u guys get all crazy.. yes sean is actually going back to church!! but dunt worry ... this blog wont have any preaching.. just everything tat is... interestingly crappy!! hahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat and Sun was totally dedicated to God.. honestly i woke up with half a mind not to go for the seminar... for one .. it started at 8am.. so i had to wake up like uber early.. and im not an early person but im glad i actually went for it. The speakers were very good in fact and their sermons really thought us alot of things, eg 'God cant force us to love him, just like I cant force someone i like to love me'. see i realised that although God could have forced us with his power to love him, but love is meaningless when its forced. its like having a robot wife~ so christianity in my opinion can be summed up in 4 words... Faith and Free will... Faith is believing in something tat u do not see.. free will is like the rule of the world.. everyone has free will for a reason so be glad in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was my ultimate enemy man... it made me all sleepy ... i had a very hard time trying to even keep awake.. fiting the Z monster as they say haha.. but thx god the pastors are very funny bunch of ppl.. they know how to make their sermons interesting..if onli my lecturers could learn to make THEIR lectures as interesting!! its onli been a few days ever since my holidays start and my weeks are all packed to the brim~~ im amazed how busy i am even after the hols man~ but hey.. im not complaining =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1633254652334601313?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1633254652334601313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1633254652334601313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1633254652334601313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1633254652334601313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/church-seminar.html' title='Church Seminar'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2812876017493461315</id><published>2006-11-17T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:39:28.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE NITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight... we celebrate..... our........MOOOOVVVVIIIIEEEE NITE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;together we(judah 7) went down to south bank cinemas to watch.. The Prestige.. not too bad really but the starting was kinda draggy -_-! The Prestige is actually the 3rd step of a magicians trick.. u'll understand more if u go watch it haha.. if u want me to spoil it for ya.. just msn me! i love spoiling shows muahahaha *evil villainous laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of tat we went down to south bank night market for a cuppa kopi~ but wat mesmerised me was the night market over there. it just so happens that there was this stall that was selling magic equipment and the stall owner was showing off his wares and tricks.. very interesting if i should say so myself.. i was hooked onto him performing and i didnt even realised my friends left haha. he performed tricks like punching a pencil thru a 50 dollar note and then withdrawing it without the hole in the note! apparently someone else tried to do it on his 10 dollar note but didnt know the trick to the pen and busted his note lolz~ another trick he did was the card tricks whereby he made the card go from the bottom all the way up to the top deck just by tapping it.. amazing ~ but alas as shops close uber early here.. i had to leave to join my friends back at the cafe where its warmer haha (remember its freaking cold now)!!! at the cafe, we debated on wat to do for next week and i realised tat next week will be kinda packed but FUN~ haha look forward to more adventures of Sean &amp; co!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/401428/IMG_1621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with regards to the earlier post,  shes abit shy so i wont reveal her true identity.. i'll just call her piggy instead of greekyoghurt19 (its just too long!!) from now on cos i know that she'll hate me for it muahahaha... rite piggy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i welcome anyone to come join this blog of mine to make it more livelier and interesting.. if ure interested just tell me and i'll let ya post here if u want... u dunt need to post regularly or anything the onli prereq is that its .. interestingly crappy! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2812876017493461315?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2812876017493461315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2812876017493461315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2812876017493461315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2812876017493461315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-nite.html' title='MOVIE NITE!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-3250277125992725477</id><published>2006-11-17T22:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:13:49.122+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductorily short</title><content type='html'>Woo what an honour.. guest blogger on Sean aka Naru~'s interestingly crappy blog. Kinda woozy atm (Smirnoff's vodka twist) sorry if I seem a bit off. So um what do Sean's fans and blog-viewers like to read about? Events a-happening? Pent-up emotions that shouldn't be expressed nonetheless felt by many? Interesting books, movies, music? Strong biased opinions on controversial stuffs like homosexuality, politics, euthanasia, pre-marital sex and pregnancy, cohabitation, abortion, success of long-distance relationships? How's about food? Wine and dine? Health-related and medical updates? Needing feedback yea.. btw who here thinks Sean is just so full of crap sometimes? lol xP later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-3250277125992725477?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3250277125992725477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=3250277125992725477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3250277125992725477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/3250277125992725477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/introductorily-short.html' title='Introductorily short'/><author><name>19Tiger06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15193822159230894031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXhUK2bh9RE/SKU_qnRIHII/AAAAAAAAAJY/8Gc0xVxpCgY/S220/Elemental_by_Isilmetriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-6827197984559287380</id><published>2006-11-17T00:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:59:17.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether the weather be hot or whether the weather be not?</title><content type='html'>WARNING THE WEATHER IS MAD!!&lt;br /&gt;BUSH FIRES UP IN SUNSHINE COAST, SNOW DOWN SOUTH AT THE BORDER OF NSW AND QUEENSLAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;the weather is horrid!! here we are close to summer (just to remind u guys summer = hot) but waddya know.. its freakin winter temperature out there and FYI i actually went out with a t-shirt and shorts on !!!smart move huh.. thats sean for ya..&lt;br /&gt;BTW PEEPS my msn is becoming very cranky nowadays.. i cant seem to get a msg out or in~! reminds me of the time when i still subscribed to UQ connect (UQ literally stands for U Qant btw) when i went offline like every 5min? madness i tell u.. as a home grown singaporean living in a slower internet world its hard to adapt. imagine.. ure anime used to download in like 3 hrs.. now they take 10!!! anywayz.. for those peeps that miss me, i'll be back in January~ not confirmed yet though, will update here once i confirmed my flight.. Cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-6827197984559287380?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6827197984559287380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=6827197984559287380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6827197984559287380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/6827197984559287380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-sum-ter.html' title='Whether the weather be hot or whether the weather be not?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-1736850471059852903</id><published>2006-11-15T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:07:54.902+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom ~ nothing ever tasted so good</title><content type='html'>no more studying for another 3 whole mths!!! thats almost the same amount of time that i spent on studying too haha~~ im finally experiencing summer holidays for the first time (although) its not summer yet =p time to do things tat i wanna do~~~ travelling!! not to mention cant wait for chinese new yr~ bak kua =D~~ k enuff blogging more playing!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-1736850471059852903?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1736850471059852903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=1736850471059852903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1736850471059852903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/1736850471059852903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/freedom-nothing-ever-tasted-so-good.html' title='Freedom ~ nothing ever tasted so good'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-223208020408147598</id><published>2006-11-15T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:27:28.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIL EL NINO~~~</title><content type='html'>Its raining hail~~ hallelujah its raining hail~~ first time i saw hail coming down!!!  todays definitely going into the seans book of records. here i was studying for my exams with 4 more hrs to go and hail drops down.. is that a sign??&lt;br /&gt;2 min after i finished my last sentence, mr sun decided to pop back up.... and now its so sunny... i tell u this .. u'll nvr see this anywhere else but hollywood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-223208020408147598?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/223208020408147598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=223208020408147598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/223208020408147598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/223208020408147598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/hail-el-nino.html' title='HAIL EL NINO~~~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-4616118471599148735</id><published>2006-11-15T09:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:32:21.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Infuriating!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;uber infuriated man... it didnt help tat my landlady came at 8am to fix the tap in the middle of exam period~~ in the end... my landlady spotted the disaster i made... and as expected she was gonna make me pay ... big time ... 'Oh sean, looks like we gotta take out this whole panel and the tiles too cos they are connected', u shouldve seen the look on my face man.. i was this '- 'close to punching the day lights outta her but instead i smiled and just took in the beating.. unbearable yes but i know to a certain extent .. i deserved it and god taught us to suffer honorably.. so i took this experience as a test on oneself. todays the last day of my exams... 9 hrs more to complete freedom from work for another 3 mths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/CIMG3311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/CIMG3311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-4616118471599148735?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4616118471599148735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=4616118471599148735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4616118471599148735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/4616118471599148735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/infuriating.html' title='Infuriating!!!!!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-5815669093904257339</id><published>2006-11-14T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:33:15.604+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a steam roller baby~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/1600/george%20the%20builder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/971/450518996384698/320/george%20the%20builder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im probably the only person that has thick enuff face to tell anyone this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VERY CUTE IN THIS PIC RITE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-5815669093904257339?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5815669093904257339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=5815669093904257339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5815669093904257339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/5815669093904257339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-steam-roller-baby.html' title='Im a steam roller baby~~'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690651618383446987.post-7238074779351310423</id><published>2006-11-14T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:40:03.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is for u regina</title><content type='html'>cos u said i only made one post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-7238074779351310423?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7238074779351310423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=7238074779351310423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7238074779351310423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/7238074779351310423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-is-for-u-regina.html' title='this post is for u regina'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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-3690651618383446987.post-2750449297066545500</id><published>2006-11-14T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:36:22.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs to go!!!!</title><content type='html'>24 hrs b4 my ordeal is over... 24 hrs, 1440 min, 86400 sec.. Sean ure dumb enuf to start a blog one day before ure exams finish. i hope tat ure smart enough to score on it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                  Ure past self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690651618383446987-2750449297066545500?l=simitaiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2750449297066545500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690651618383446987&amp;postID=2750449297066545500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2750449297066545500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690651618383446987/posts/default/2750449297066545500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simitaiji.blogspot.com/2006/11/24hrs-to-go.html' title='24hrs to go!!!!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03438008034594386017</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>
