<?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-36132040</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:49:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But one thing I do:</title><subtitle type='html'>Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Chirst Jesus.
Phi3:13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36132040.post-2757045467379823083</id><published>2010-05-03T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:57:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>You're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by &lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you're beside me and look how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We're so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close &lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'd dance this at my wedding...with the right person...at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-2757045467379823083?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/2757045467379823083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=2757045467379823083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2757045467379823083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2757045467379823083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-5501626986461367602</id><published>2010-03-27T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:40:30.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be appropriately small</title><content type='html'>Some recent lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride is exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;It is a choice to exclude both God and people from the rightful place in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It destroys our capacity to love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exclude rather than embrace. It moves us to judge rather than to serve. It causes us to be unsatisfied till we are better than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride is &lt;strong&gt;comparative&lt;/strong&gt; in nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok God, I got angry cos I compared. I got judgemental cos I compared. I'm aware of other people when they don't put in the same effort...And I'm very conscious about me doing good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray He will help me learn to be "appropriately small", for those who humble themselves will see a bigger God=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-5501626986461367602?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/5501626986461367602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=5501626986461367602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5501626986461367602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5501626986461367602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-be-appropriately-small.html' title='to be appropriately small'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4222625710100717940</id><published>2010-03-24T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:17:33.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you believed God is truly faithful and truly good...&lt;br /&gt;Why do you settle for less?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4222625710100717940?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4222625710100717940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4222625710100717940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4222625710100717940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4222625710100717940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-truly-believed-god-is-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-1147259604810995395</id><published>2010-03-20T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:01:00.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as long as</title><content type='html'>I hurt last night. It kept me awake for an hour, staring into the dark and wondering why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm not out of His will, even if ______________________, it's really ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can apply it to a hundred and million things. But it's just one or two things that plagued me that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I want to blog now. I want to be known=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-1147259604810995395?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/1147259604810995395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=1147259604810995395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/1147259604810995395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/1147259604810995395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-long-as.html' title='as long as'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-3413539170632817443</id><published>2010-01-27T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:21:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree in the story of a forest</title><content type='html'>Pain, is what you feel when someone rubs salt into your wound.&lt;br /&gt;Searing pain, is what you feel when that someone is family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that there is something much bigger than me to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that I am just a tree in the story of a forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-3413539170632817443?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/3413539170632817443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=3413539170632817443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3413539170632817443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3413539170632817443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/01/tree-in-story-of-forest.html' title='tree in the story of a forest'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4762043444760861089</id><published>2010-01-14T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:22:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stopped blogging because I had no purpose to blog. I stopped blogging because I thought it fed my vanity. I observed that in blogs, people tend to be very superficial or they tend to be dangerously candid.&lt;br /&gt;But now I just feel like starting again...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I risk putting myself in such a situation? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Rather than allowing myself to be superficial, I'd just be candid and say that there are indeed some things I'd never say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4762043444760861089?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4762043444760861089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4762043444760861089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4762043444760861089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4762043444760861089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-stopped-blogging-because-i-had-no.html' title=''/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4180040514945180388</id><published>2009-06-09T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:55:33.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of swans and catfish</title><content type='html'>Actually, one of the reasons why I haven't blogged in such a long time is because I didn't blog in a long time, therefore I forgot my password, so I couldn't blog when I wanted to. Confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Changed the password, was a 10 min process. Haiyah. Should've done it earlier. Also because me and Julie had a chat about blogs and I found out that somebody/bodies have ranked my blog among the most unlikely to ever be updated.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it sounds like an honour hahaha. Anyway, will try to blog a little more often, since blogging never seems to go out of fashion and maybe June break is a good time to act like I've been reflecting a lot, since I don't have to study. Oops. Maybe that's the thing about blogging. You tend to type out your thoughts so freely and accidentally forget to censor them. taaaakk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4180040514945180388?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4180040514945180388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4180040514945180388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4180040514945180388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4180040514945180388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-swans-and-catfish.html' title='of swans and catfish'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-7478234610899557677</id><published>2008-09-02T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:28:25.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>primeval</title><content type='html'>Been reflecting quite a bit about how we as human beings function these few days. I never used to be particularly aware that my actions and the things I say, especially the bad and hurtful stuff are usually a result of something deeper and more instinctive. I would only start thinking right after I did something foolish, asking myself why had I said something as rude as that. Somethimes I would try come up with a reason like "Oh, that person was annoying first", then I'd realise still its not a good enough reason to be hurtful just because someone hurt you first. We're not animals you know. The word the Bible uses to describe this nature of humans is "carnal", meaning that it's human nature to always have the tendency to base their actions on their own will and selfish intentions. Hmm, or more appropriately, it's the reason why we have selfish intentions in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that as I go about my daily business, it takes effort to not focus on my own wants and needs, but to think about the needs of others as well. It takes effort to love the unlovely. It takes effort not to roll my eyes at the shrieking bimbo in the school corridor, or say something sarcastic about a lecturer who seems to not know his stuff. I don't think I can live a day without even the tiniest bad thought entering my mind. I suspect it should be the same case for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;There must be something broken in all of us, something that we lost sometime along the way. I believe that perfection has to have existed once upon a time in order that we can look at the world we now live in and say that it is not perfect. Some standard that we subconciously compare with.&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all wanna find a way to mend this brokeness? Don't we all need saving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-7478234610899557677?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/7478234610899557677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=7478234610899557677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7478234610899557677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7478234610899557677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/09/primeval.html' title='primeval'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4877100670584368827</id><published>2008-09-01T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:12:53.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the human stain</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those moments? When you decide to do something that is against all logic but you decide to do it anyway because you just wanna...rebel or prove something? First the impulse, then the resolve and there goes the action, and you are like "Why on EARTH did I do that??"&lt;br /&gt;It's late, I was just not really awake, looking at pictures on facebook and that zit on my nose in the mirror with disdain, I got so annoyed I decided to.... cut my fringe. With little consideration.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a good idea somehow, as if cutting my fringe would cover the zit on my nose or make my hair just as straight as the one on facebook. It just didn't make sense. Anyway I felt kinda smug as I snipped off part of the fringe(in a rather strategic spot), even bothering to slant the angle of the sissors as though I was quite professional. And now I realised that I had actually done a really stupid thing. I had cut my fringe against my normal hair parting.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to live with my whole hair parting changed from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we live the consequences of our actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4877100670584368827?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4877100670584368827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4877100670584368827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4877100670584368827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4877100670584368827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-stain.html' title='the human stain'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-7861492222292078278</id><published>2008-08-20T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:43:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having been through a number of heartaches in my life, I reflected that there are very few things more tragic than unrequited love. It's so fundamentally human to face rejection some time or another in our lives. That pain, that longing...it stings, it suffocates. Shoulders burdened with sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how Jesus felt when after having done the ultimate act of love for us, we chose to reject those nail pierced hands, the very hands that saved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unrequited love is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; insignificant afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-7861492222292078278?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/7861492222292078278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=7861492222292078278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7861492222292078278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7861492222292078278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/08/having-been-through-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4610339734714089606</id><published>2008-08-14T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:12:31.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>OMG. I realised how long i have not updated my blog. Thanks Julie and co for bugging me to update..&lt;br /&gt;Well, 3 months have passed since I last updated, so much of the unupdated stuff are probably outdated already haha. Exams were over from last sem, went on a mission trip to east asia, got back safely thank God and this week is the first week of school. Ok that's reallly very summarised.&lt;br /&gt;Realise I wont be able to do this entry much justice cos its 2am and I got school tmr, so will be more detailed on the next one yea?&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4610339734714089606?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4610339734714089606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4610339734714089606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4610339734714089606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4610339734714089606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-7804269725262408362</id><published>2008-04-25T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:25:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma</title><content type='html'>As I gave those cold finger tips a squeeze, they didn't even have the strength to squeeze back. Holding her wrinkly hand in mine, it felt so reminiscent of the times when she was healthier. Even though I was old enough to cross the road on my own, these very same fragile hands would always take mine and gently lead me to safety on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother has always been something. Surviving the Japanese Occupation at the tender age of 16, she came out nearly unscathed and untainted, even though life was tough and there had been so many close calls. Almost singlehandedly raised and cared for the well being of her 6 children, moving on to participate in the raising and caring of her 11 grandchildren. She stood faithfully by her husband's side to the point of his death and outlived him by 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;She's always been the mediator, the peacemaker of the family. Motherly, tactful and ever so patient. Not to forget a great cook. A whole lot of good humour and compassion to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;She's a woman caught in between the generations. On one hand she retains a lot of her "pantang-ness" and old superstitions, on the other she's a hip lil' ol' lady who is up to date in the happenings of our generation. No other 80 year old grandmother would enjoy watching WWE Raw and TNX Explosion almost every night. Or catch up with the latest gossip in zhao bao. Or watch Meteor Garden and all those Korean serial dramas or profess that the dudes from F4 are&lt;br /&gt;quite dashing. Not many grandmas will enjoy fastfood once in a while like pizza or the kfc coselaw. Not many grandmas can jig to jazz and rock and roll and even allow herself to be kissed on the cheek by total strangers. What a darling.&lt;br /&gt;She's really special huh?&lt;br /&gt;As time slips away, so does the little life remaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comfort is that someday we will meet again in a place where pain and suffering doesn't exist. I wish you could have known God a little earlier, but at least there's eternity for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-7804269725262408362?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/7804269725262408362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=7804269725262408362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7804269725262408362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7804269725262408362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandma.html' title='grandma'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-5994402945713679576</id><published>2008-04-24T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:12:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of me</title><content type='html'>I profess for some strange reason i recently got hooked onto American Idol(huh i'm supposed to be mugging!). Loved the version David Archuleta did for Phantom of the Operah's Think of Me.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered watching the musical at Esplanade with WWF last year, I was so enthralled by the whole mysterious-ness, robustness and gentleness of the atmosphere, the dialogue, the singing and the scenes (the unforgettable dungeon scene and the one where the phantom vanished from his throne toward the end) The original itself is realllly such a sweet sweet song! sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me, think of me fondly,&lt;br /&gt;when we've said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;please promise me you'll try.&lt;br /&gt;When you find that once again, you long to take your heart back and be free&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find a moment,&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for me.&lt;br /&gt;We never said our love was evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging as the sea&lt;br /&gt;but if you can still remember stop and think of me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things, we've shared and seen&lt;br /&gt;don't think about the things which might have been . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me, think of me waking,&lt;br /&gt;silent and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me, trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;to put you from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do&lt;br /&gt;there will never be a day when I won't think of you . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How vast is the sum of them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am awake, I am still with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 139:17-18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-5994402945713679576?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/5994402945713679576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=5994402945713679576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5994402945713679576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5994402945713679576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-of-me.html' title='think of me'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-8207215889301893168</id><published>2008-04-22T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:46:37.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in Your freedom</title><content type='html'>In times of confusion and doubt, God is always faithful.&lt;br /&gt;In times of feeling the lack of self worth, I need to be reminded that my self worth does not come from within me, but it comes from an external source. It comes from God.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ came to die for my sins so that I am made acceptable in the eyes of God. &lt;br /&gt;If God's standard is the ultimate standard, who am I to moan about not being able to reach the standards of Man?&lt;br /&gt;With such a reminder, there is a certain victory that emerges from the depths of the longing, desolate soul. A sense of revival and reverie. Triumph and rejoice. The enemy will be crushed beneathe His heel and his lies will dwell no more.&lt;br /&gt;For I am the daughter of the king, I am miss universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing. Isaiah 40:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-8207215889301893168?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/8207215889301893168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=8207215889301893168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/8207215889301893168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/8207215889301893168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-your-freedom.html' title='in Your freedom'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-3445668022874790153</id><published>2008-03-24T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:11:31.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Right now, I feel like the epitomy of the word "trial".  Somehow, I feel unready for all these things happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;Although things seem a little better, what with Sunday's discussion, the fact remains that the two are still fuming mad.&lt;br /&gt;Adults, can be really childish at times. A slip of the tongue, the refusal to see the others' point of view. No wonder there are so many quarrels in this world. What about rationality? What about processing before the output? These things never seem to matter when tension is high and emotions run dry.&lt;br /&gt;The matter isn't just that simple. It's on the brink of becoming a holy war, between those who are and those who aren't.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel pain in their misunderstanding and lack of understanding. Its not so much because of them mistaking our pure intentions for malice, but the fact that they are seeing but not understanding, hearing but not listening. And the fear that they may carry this anger toward the people of the kingdom until the coming. Will they ever be saved? Will&lt;em&gt; she&lt;/em&gt; ever be saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desparation, i searched the Holy book once more and it seemed to land on a familiar passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It does not demand its own way. &lt;/span&gt;It is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not irritable&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it keeps no record of being wronged&lt;/span&gt;. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never gives up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never loses faith&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;always hopeful&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;endures through every circumstance&lt;/span&gt;. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also in verse 12 and 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see things as imperfectly as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All I know is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God knows me completely. Three things will last forever-faith, hope and love-and the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(New Living Translation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few lessons.&lt;br /&gt;1. There are some things that I know are real and I know the truth. In love, I do not withhold the truth yet there are times in order to love more, I have to restrain from doing what I want, no matter how painful it is. That is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Love should be the basis for everything I do, be it restraint, be it sacrifice. Be it forgiveness. All done in honesty and truth. For that is where life is. Put your indignance aside, humble yourself. For that is what I'm called to do and so that they will know the one true God. That is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love endures through every circumstance. Although it seems bleak, but never give up on them, never give up. That is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first happened, I asked God why. But I now know that He has a plan. And that plan is slowly unfolding right in front of my eyes. Indeed, my human perspective is so constrained that I can't see the whole picture, but only bits and pieces. The trick is trusting in the perfect plans of the Maker of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why there are trials, I think I've known it all along. In suffering, one bears fruit as he endures through it all, being moulded into Christlikeness. In suffering, we see the faithfulness of our Saviour, who pulls us out at the right time. In suffering, we see the glory of God,  who works out the good for all those who love Him and have been called according to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-3445668022874790153?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/3445668022874790153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=3445668022874790153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3445668022874790153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3445668022874790153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-3875918422092160355</id><published>2008-03-16T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:11:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart</title><content type='html'>I've been trying not to let myself go into emo mood. I'm not even the emo sort to begin with. But when the going gets tough...&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe her. Why do you keep harping on about what i already know? Of all things are death clothes the only thing on your mind right now? Many bad thoughts. That are unspeakable. Indeed, the heart is a deceitful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jeremiah 17:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart is the condition of all sin. Then it tries to deceive itself into trivialising the sin. It does what it pleases, it has no desire to turn to the Hands that created it. It tries to cover up its corrupt nature and lustful desires with excuses that are ultimately self-focused. In the end, it causes itself pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend remarked the day before. "Wish I could go to heaven right now." No more troubles, no  more doubts. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. Jeremiah 17:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn my focus to the one who saves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-3875918422092160355?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/3875918422092160355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=3875918422092160355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3875918422092160355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/3875918422092160355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/03/heart.html' title='heart'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-320923080885760906</id><published>2008-02-29T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:17:22.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalmation</title><content type='html'>think bored and restless people are the ones who blog most regularly. i just generally dont feel like doing anything at all, even though there's so much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i think i'm in great danger. of this and that.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i werent so needy. feels kinda pathetic u know. maybe i should engage an imaginary. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-320923080885760906?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/320923080885760906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=320923080885760906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/320923080885760906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/320923080885760906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/02/dalmation.html' title='dalmation'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-734137622031475978</id><published>2008-02-27T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:10:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100% carrot juice</title><content type='html'>i know very well that im supposed to be mugging. at the same time i seem to be having somewhat of a mini(argh no its giagantic) mr darcy craze. prob cos i just watched pride and prejudice on dvd again and been reading some bridget jones diary. dont get me wrong, i don't endorse premarital sex and promiscuity and the what not, but i did enjoy the book very much. its really funny.  and it shows that at the end of it all, every girl wants a mr darcy to rescue them from some kind of beknowst trouble.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i want a mr darcy too.....&lt;br /&gt;in this day and age you can't help being a little pessimistic about the postmodern chivalry, that it just can't match up with the good old fashioned jane austen books kind. where are all the knights in shining armour? the anonymity in doing something special for a lady? the little gentlemenly motions such as opening doors and offering to carry heavy things? in fact, i think in nus library i often end up holding doors out for men...ok i may be exaggerating a little. there are guys who are still alright.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop myself before i start to sound even more feministic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-734137622031475978?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/734137622031475978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=734137622031475978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/734137622031475978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/734137622031475978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/02/100-carrot-juice.html' title='100% carrot juice'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-5763630640813339</id><published>2008-02-25T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T03:36:33.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't have to save the world</title><content type='html'>Hmm..really wanna give thanks for today cos Andrew, Chris, Huiqi and I got to sit down for a really long time to talk and discuss about the girls and mentoring. to me it was a pretty fruitful discussion, and the issue of accountability was addressed. it's really interesting cos it was the 3rd time that day that God reminded me that i wasn't fighting the battle on my own. it's comforting to know that even if my hose has run dry, there will be other people there to continue to fight those forest fires.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if im getting accustomed to loneliness, but i suspect it isnt a very good thing. The Christian race isn't supposed to be run alone anyway. We run alongside one another, spurring one another on and point each other in the right direction. well well well...missionary in the making? they are lonely creatures.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i haven't been doing enough. or why does doing and not reaping the results i want to see make me feel frustrated? well, precisely because i have been using my own perceived standards as a yardstick. and when that happens i keep having to create excuses for myself. stop the blame game. stop expecting people to meet up to your expectations. aiyah. i have to constantly remind myself that God is God, and i am not. Even God doesn't complain about us not meeting His standards. on a side note i think its quite funny to think of God complaining. think it will rain for 20 years. then we'd have to build a ship bigger than titanic to host every creature possible. i would leave out cockroaches and lizards. and maybe mosquitoes. ok its late and im not thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;the word "marriage" seems to be a recurring haunting word. for the first time in my life, i felt the first pangs of marital pressure. a youth asked &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; when was i going to get married. i think its one of those things you pick up after turning 21. i finally know how those older pple feel when pple tease them about marriage and stuff. i say &lt;em&gt;retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;anyway on the subject of marriage, i was deeply amused by something pastor ky said. if God were to reveal His plan straight out to us, if we were to know who we are going to be married to in future right now, we'd all probably go "ewwwwww..." suspense suspense. actually like this more exciting la. but more tiring, having to guess and go through the whole process of rejection, courtship blah blah blah. And of course, having to wait. what does it mean to wait anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fate of course, is simple a secular term for the will of God, and coincidence for His grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-5763630640813339?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/5763630640813339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=5763630640813339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5763630640813339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5763630640813339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-dont-have-to-save-world.html' title='we don&apos;t have to save the world'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-2042336214383798393</id><published>2008-02-18T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:51:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder why i wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;didn't really do much this weekend. i think it was a bit funny to be cutting cake(the same strawberry shortcake flavour again, with the same &lt;em&gt;cream.&lt;/em&gt; got phobia already) but this time it was at my house with all my relatives.  i just couldn't get into the it's my birthday mood, cos last week celebrate already and all the hype has died down. saw it more like as a time for the family to gather around. in fact i think it was the first time my mum's side and my dad's side came together in a long long while. hmm..seeing that usually both sides don't get along too well, i think the gathering went pretty well. quite a lot of networking and matchmaking going about haha. my cousins actually bought me a mahjong set for my birthday, which i found hilarious. actually its quite nice la, it looks like those agar agar cos its transparent and pink. think they really want to encourage me to play more, to improve my non existent calculating skills. i think im still better at taitee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had my last prayer meeting cum steam boat at tang's house on sunday night. i was rather tired and sleepy during the prayer cos it had been a long day for me. when tkoh asked us to be still before God and remember the different events in which God has revealed His goodness to us in Thailand, images of those times came running through my head again. and i was so overwhelmed by His love and faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the time our team first met last year april(tl and his bitter gourd), the disseminating of our roles in the team, the uncertainty due to the bombings in the south, the anxiety of raising support to go for the trip---to the actual trip in thailand where there were spiritual and emotional attacks, injuries and food poisoning, the miraculous provision of audio equipment, the blackout during our party, the 13 souls saved and seeing God's hand in the whole process---to bringing us back safely to Singapore with the lessons learnt and the lives that have been transformed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our team has brought much joy and laughter to my life and i've truly learnt a lot from these people and through the way they live their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking back has got me in awe all over again. i really want to remember all these times whenever i'm in doubt, whenever i feel the lack of hope, because they remind me of God's&lt;/span&gt; promises, that He will never let the righteous fall.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward has got me at peace and less fearful about what the future holds. For I know &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that no matter what He will be holding my hand to walk along side me, during the bad times and the good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the steam boat/bbq was pretty good. i ate so so much cos i was flitting from one table to the other. but now i got a bad sorethroat from too much bbq. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you...or do you really not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-2042336214383798393?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/2042336214383798393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=2042336214383798393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2042336214383798393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2042336214383798393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wonder-why-i-wonder.html' title='i wonder why i wonder'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-6145853762610493205</id><published>2008-02-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:02:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful. And I'm grateful. I'm 21. I've survived 21 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Thinking of all the close calls.&lt;br /&gt;At least 3 times of near fatal drowning. Countless times of near road accidents( I wasn't the one driving many of the times ahem). 2 times on the plane with an ominous feeling. 3 major national exams, and having to deal with near heart attacks when getting the results. a few times dreaming that i died and waking up wondering if i would be able to survive the day. one very very big hospital scare. 2 times dengue fever. 2 fractured arms. many sprained fingers(due to that stupid sport basketball).&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;many broken hearts. definitely more than 2 litres of tears. countless of secret smiles. precious times of prayer. 1 lovely family. i lovely family in Christ. 40 friends who would show up to share my joy when the next day was a school/work day. 1  Beautiful Saviour, Abba Father, Great Almighty, Wonderful Counsellor, Emmanuel, Loving, Living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I keep from singing Your praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I ever say enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How amazing is Your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I keep from shouting Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; know I am loved by the King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-6145853762610493205?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/6145853762610493205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=6145853762610493205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/6145853762610493205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/6145853762610493205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/02/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-7760422550080168804</id><published>2008-01-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:12:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps, afterall, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down. Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways. Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination  flung athwart its pages betrayed by the rhythm and the music. Perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its  green sheath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L M Montgomery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps...we should just let God be God, the true Author of Romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-7760422550080168804?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/7760422550080168804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=7760422550080168804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7760422550080168804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7760422550080168804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/01/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-4971740280469316670</id><published>2008-01-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:24:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not ready with my resolutions</title><content type='html'>ok, 1st blog of the year! as the title suggests, i'm not done with my resolutions yet(they are also rather private la) but one of them is definitely to blog more often. however i'm the sort of person who needs inspiration to write, or i will be quite lazy. they call it writer's block, to blog. heh. coming from meta camp2007, realised that blogging and the internet can be very influential. the average person spends at least 2 hours online everyday. ok i made up the statistics=p this is the internet age man, no mistake about that.&lt;br /&gt;this means that by using the internet, we can win more people to Christ. i was stunned to know that the two most frequently searched topics on the net are God and sex. man, i have always thought it was harry potter. i don't seek to preach through blogging, but i hope that people will be able to see how God is reflected in my life. For God is undeniably a big big part of my life and i want people to get to know this wonderful creator. plunder hell, populate heaven=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this holidays have been rather reflective for me. with meta camp and all, there's been much giving me things to think about. about how i'm living my life now, certain lifestyles which need changing and about what i will do in the future. realised that i have been putting a lot on hold for quite a long time. in other words, procrastination is my middle name. i also realised that there are quite a number of issues deep within that need God's healing hand. things that i've never taken notice of. time to start opening the dam.&lt;br /&gt;as i reflect, i also realised that God has been very good throughout the year. even though i can't say that it has been a very good, peaceful year without troubles and trials, but i think that the important thing is that God has seen me through and helped me grow a lot through these things.&lt;br /&gt;to put it simplistically, this has been a year of learning and growth for me. learning to love, learning more about myself, learning more about my identity in Christ alone, learning to see things from Christ's perspective and last but not least, learning to let go and let God. my mission trip to Thailand has been a big part of this change and moulding. and i guess through the daily struggles i am growing as well, though not realising it.&lt;br /&gt;there definitely have been some regrets. there have been many times i have fallen and turned my back on Him. but that loving grace and forgiveness..you can never find another who is more ready to forgive and nourish a sinner with love  and completeness than this God. another regret is neglecting of many people that i love. i still have not mastered managing my time very well and through busyness, i often neglect important things. its a bad excuse, i know, trying to assert i'm not a multitasking sort of girl. but i hope you can give me the chance to make it up to you. forgive me, dear friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;hmm despite the amount of time i have to reflect, sadly it doesnt seem enough still. time is always a luxury that cannot be extended or increased. but i know that this coming year will be one which i will continue to struggle, yet one in which i will continue to grow in. no matter what, i'm very sure it will also be one full of surprises. for i have a God who is really incomprehendable and also very humourous.&lt;br /&gt;blessed new year u faithful and patient(i still can't believe anyone would venture to a stagnant blog in hope of catching its old owner trying to secretly blog again. none but YOU  man) readers!&lt;br /&gt;you have been rewarded. hiak hiak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-4971740280469316670?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/4971740280469316670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=4971740280469316670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4971740280469316670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/4971740280469316670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-ready-with-my-resolutions.html' title='im not ready with my resolutions'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-2397377476520709375</id><published>2007-10-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:46:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about sophistication</title><content type='html'>Top question of the day: Did you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Top answer of the day: No, the barber cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top scene of the day: A girl with 5 handbags on one arm each at the nus forum warehouse sale(talk about ks-ness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top news of the day: the owner of a certain ubiquitous family diner has a mistress in every outlet he owns. Explains the low morale of the grumpy serving ladies. (sounds rather far fetched but hmm..intriguing. a bit less shocking than the fact the envoy Cheng Ho was a well known Muslim. Yes, that Cheng Ho from your primary school Chinese textbooks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top idea of the day: "klutzu dawn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top panic: its 2am and i got an 8am lecture. toodles!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-2397377476520709375?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/2397377476520709375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=2397377476520709375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2397377476520709375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2397377476520709375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/10/talk-about-sophistication.html' title='talk about sophistication'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-793548151499365320</id><published>2007-08-18T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:00:07.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the rain most</title><content type='html'>rain. love the sound of it pattering on the rooftops. like the feeling of it when im inside, protected and warm from the cold outside. i feel sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;rain. makes me feel brave when i step on the outside. throwing caution to the wind. overturned umbrellas. fallen trees. i feel like a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;rain. soaks my skin and my shoes. fills me to the brim with knowledge from above. hey, it was not just the clouds that burst. rain promotes bursts of growth. i feel that i can stand taller.&lt;br /&gt;rain. it washes away stains. it blurs my vision from previous scars. dilutes my focus from my inadequacies. i feel renewed.&lt;br /&gt;i love the rain most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-793548151499365320?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/793548151499365320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=793548151499365320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/793548151499365320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/793548151499365320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-rain-most.html' title='i love the rain most'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-7884090269080588789</id><published>2007-08-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:22:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In light of the recent South Korean kidnappings, followed by the execution of 2 of them, it made me realise something.&lt;br /&gt;Persecution exists even till today. It pains me to see fellow brothers and sisters in Christ suffering at the hands of the enemy.  It has always been war, before and even now.  So subtle, yet so true. Persecution, diguised and shrouded in the name of political agendas.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could ever be as brave as them in the same situation, in a foreign land, about to be matyred or will I be consumed by fear. But then, we are already on the victory's side. Its a matter of which path we will choose at the end of the day, the narrow and winding path, or the broad and easy way. Persevering in our faith, we will reach the light at the end of the tunnel one day.&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, your family prays, grieves and rejoices for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to petition for their release!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/honour_the_afghan_code/tf.php/?CLICKTRACK"&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/honour_the_afghan_code/tf.php/?CLICKTRACK &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know the testing of your faith develops perseverence. Perseverence must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2,3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-7884090269080588789?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/7884090269080588789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=7884090269080588789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7884090269080588789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/7884090269080588789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-light-of-recent-south-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-82408413205492795</id><published>2007-06-02T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:05:26.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the land of a thousand smiles</title><content type='html'>Somehow, think this holiday seems more hectic than term time. Been running off to team meetings every few days, meeting up with a few friends, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be leaving for South Thailand on the 9th...But due to the bombings in Hattyai, everything seems so uncertain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gulf-times.com/site/topics/article.asp?cu_no=2&amp;item_no=151882&amp;amp;version=1&amp;template_id=45&amp;amp;parent_id=25"&gt;http://www.gulf-times.com/site/topics/article.asp?cu_no=2&amp;item_no=151882&amp;amp;version=1&amp;template_id=45&amp;amp;parent_id=25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many changes, so many obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like this feeling. It feels as if walking on a tight rope. Nothing to cling on to, the ground is 50 feet away. Its easy to get disoriented in this place. Up or down? Down or up? Lose your footing and there isn't even time to panic.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be still. Be still and know who is in control of it all. But my heart, my heart. Sometimes I feel that I'm not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Your the only one I can ever hold on to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still and know I am God;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-82408413205492795?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/82408413205492795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=82408413205492795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/82408413205492795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/82408413205492795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-to-land-of-thousand-smiles.html' title='Off to the land of a thousand smiles'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-5502423088848994375</id><published>2007-04-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:31:14.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjC22UzOSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/LOBFgPk8QFE/s1600-h/turkey2006+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057743425949812994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjC22UzOSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/LOBFgPk8QFE/s320/turkey2006+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How happy is the blameless vessle's lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eloisa to Abelard, Alexander Pope&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/36132040-5502423088848994375?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/5502423088848994375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=5502423088848994375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5502423088848994375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/5502423088848994375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/04/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjC22UzOSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/LOBFgPk8QFE/s72-c/turkey2006+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36132040.post-6914039305426753101</id><published>2007-04-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:08:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im alive</title><content type='html'>I know, this blog seems dead. BUT, I'M ALIVE!!! WAHAHAH...ok whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I havent been blogging, is cos i'm lazy to pen down my thoughts. Hmm, or more like, I don't seem to have anything in my thoughts now except for the exams. HA, and why am I blogging in the midst of everything?? Update on the exams. Finished 3 papers so far. 2 more to go whoot! And don't laugh at me cos my next 2 papers are on the 3rd and 4th, which are like the LAST days of all NUS exams. BAH. I think i didn't do too well for the first 2. My PS inquiry...although I studied the most for it, I absorbed the least. Dunno why. my brain just conveniently forgot. argh. Spore govt and politics...disasterous. I couldnt finish the paper=(. I couldn't find the clock in the exam hall so I was happily doing the first essay, thinking that i still had a lot of time left till i saw this tiny digital clock at the other end of the hall. 1 more hr to go and at least 8 pages to write. how?? gah. Today was jap lang. The listening comprehension was totally incomprehensible and inaudible cos of the echoes and i was sitting near the back. Plus the woman in the cd spoke so fast and..aiyah in short catch no ball. They shld just scrap the whole part la cos like everyone was complaining about it. The rest of the paper seemed ok. Hopefully. Still got foreign dip and genes and society to go. MCQs. Which means must study more. Neh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my brain has totally degenerated since O Levels. I find it so hard to study for exams nowadays. The holidays after O Levels seemed to have lasted forever. If a surgeon were to open up my brain and search through the metal cabinet files in my mind( Its a very PS2102 concept, called conceptionalisation), they'd probably find loads of fluff, and more fluff. And maybe a piece on Donut Factory donuts, which I crave every once in a while although I've never had the opportunity to taste a single one. I mean, hey look at the 3-5 hr queue brother. But whats makes it so tantilising is the irrevocable fact that people actually get up and queue at 7am in the morning just to get the donuts. TELL ME, WHAT IS SO FACINATING ABOUT THE DONUTS!!! I may consider adding "queueing for donuts" on my holiday agenda list(yes, i already have a list. a very long one.) That's how determined I am, though the sane part of my braisn says its an insane thing to do. Well, at least its a little more saner than impulsively, in a complete act of desparation, declaring that i'm gonna marry the next guy who buys me the donuts. Whoosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057723591790839906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCkz0zOSGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Abtrksagfpk/s320/menu-for-web_000.gif" width="375" border="0" /&gt; Ok, aside from donuts, and silly you-tube videos and games that I've suddenly stumbled upon(don't you think how funny is it that all the good stuff online reveals their existence when you least want it to, especially near exam time?) , there's the phantom from the phantom of the opera. Haha...Went to watch it on the 11th of April with the WWF gang minus Janice and Jamie. WHoooo...It was really good! Although I still can't figure out how the phantom disappeared from the chair at the end..Man, the phantom exudes this very hypnotic charm and confidence that makes you want him as a muse too, regardless of badly scarred face and pervertic nature and all. Mystery men eh hehe. Just look at how many girls have him on their msn display pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, and in a drawer in itself you'll probably find... drumroll....KimRaeWon!! HOHOHO. There is NO korean guy on earth hotter than KRW..Forget Bae Yong Jun( that was my mum's fav, thought I think she doen't like him anymore), Song Seung Heon. Trust me. Sigh. I feel like a teenager all over again. There I go oldifying myself again. In case your wondering, he's the seal trainer in My Love Patzzi, the guy in Love Story at Harvard and the guy in What star are you from?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057725511641221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCmjkzOSHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AAFfUfrChlk/s320/krw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gorgeous uh? Anyway, I realised im quite a K-drama junkie. I think i've watched like so many k-dramas, i can't even remember the names of those i've watched. Man, they're addictive. And very good conversation fillers haha. Currently, I'm watching Foxy Lady and Smile again on channel 55 weekends. So don't bother trying to call me on weekend nights 10.30-12.30. Haha...It's also a bonding session for me my mum and yes, my 82 yr old grandmother. Hmm, been also watching a little of 18vs29 on crunchy roll, this fabulous site u can watch whole korean dramas on. bliss. haha. been re-watching I love Patzzi on youtube sometimes. man i sound like such a slacker. I got study k, these k-dramas are meant for break times and de-stressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics from what star are you from. They make a very good couple uh? Shld intro the girl to Ah teck, whom other than mushrooms seems to have a hidden fetish about koren girls like the one from My Sassy Girl whaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057735385771034818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCviUzOSMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f2edV3ZE3cQ/s320/what+star3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057737232606972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCxN0zOSNI/AAAAAAAAABE/MR-JEQcLwY0/s320/what+star5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057737962751412466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCx4UzOSPI/AAAAAAAAABU/C1bOwMqK9Ig/s320/what+star2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I think I've been having fetishes lately. Like sunflower fetishes and starfishes. Squeals!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057729050694273170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCpxkzOSJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8wmLbvQO7UA/s320/sunflowers7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man look at the SEA of sunflowers!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057730072896489634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCqtEzOSKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-eaiW0B3yBg/s320/sunflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't they just make your day=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End with a verse that's been carrying me through the exams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is Rock eternal. Isaiah40:29-31&lt;/p&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/36132040-6914039305426753101?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/6914039305426753101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=6914039305426753101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/6914039305426753101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/6914039305426753101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-alive.html' title='im alive'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_X_a6alb0JuA/RjCkz0zOSGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Abtrksagfpk/s72-c/menu-for-web_000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36132040.post-2753667935736617771</id><published>2007-03-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:44:48.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stand</title><content type='html'>You stood before creation&lt;br /&gt;Eternity within Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You spoke the earth into motion&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;br /&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame&lt;br /&gt;My sin weighed upon Your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll walk upon salvation&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit alive in me&lt;br /&gt;This life to declare Your promise&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much time to blog these days. But just wanna share my love to all you people out there who feel that the world has turned upside down, that there is no hope, that life just plain sucks cos of projects, assignments and tests that you don't even know why you exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that way too, but I've found peace. Because He loves me. Because He is there. Because He walks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeking love today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-2753667935736617771?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/2753667935736617771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=2753667935736617771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2753667935736617771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/2753667935736617771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/03/stand.html' title='The Stand'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-8155391408772611357</id><published>2007-03-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:38:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart is heavy</title><content type='html'>One week, four midterm papers. One day, three midterm papers. Have you ever heard of such a phenomenon? Have you ever seen such audacity? Have you known anyone to be so suay?&lt;br /&gt;Nearly died studying for them. Just finished my last paper today: Genes and society&lt;br /&gt;Rather tricky mcq questions. All the questions were so similar and all squeezed into the pages, they looked so wordy and gave me a headache. And the option E. "None of the above is correct." "All of the above are correct." DOn't you just hate questions like that? And almost all the questions had that option.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh but thank God its over.&lt;br /&gt;And now i gotta turn my worries to the ps review due on tuesday. An essay on fri. Week after next, 2 class presentations. I know i dont have the right to complain because many students are suffering from the workload as well. Yup, kempate Dawn! And all you fellow muggers out there..&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good. I don't know why, maybe cos of things bogging me down lately. Some are small, some are affective. Not just school work..Just struggling with some issues. Kinda tired. Wish we had an extra term break instead of wasting our chinese new year one. Like why cant they give us a break(literally) and not put exams behind the recess week.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you really wish that you could just erase the pain. But we tend to block them out, stow them in an abandoned nook of our minds. Its just like a hideous piece of unwanted cheese. You stuff it into the furthest corner of your closet, hoping that u can just forget about it. But the feeling of it still lingers and you pile stuff over it, not wanting to see it by chance even. And then comes the smell...At the back of the mind, you know its there and you are reminded so every single day. The stench accumulates into one which suffocates, which torments...That's when you go crazy. You dig into the closet hoping to do something about it and..you find that its stuck permenantly to the bottom of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you see me? do you even know i'm there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hate me, love me, but spare me your indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i walked in the storm that day, i couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-8155391408772611357?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/8155391408772611357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=8155391408772611357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/8155391408772611357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/8155391408772611357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/03/heart-is-heavy.html' title='heart is heavy'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-117147138604636124</id><published>2007-02-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:43:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I kissed you</title><content type='html'>If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would fireworks fly&lt;br /&gt;Would angels sing with lollipops&lt;br /&gt;Would dinosaurs cry&lt;br /&gt;Would babies all gurgle in laughter and surprise&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;What would michelangelo say&lt;br /&gt;Would he still have sculpted David&lt;br /&gt;Would we be immortalised in clay&lt;br /&gt;Would the poets write of love like ours&lt;br /&gt;Would John Donne have his say&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i'll never know if i never try&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to grab you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would you lose track of time&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel a surge of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Running up your spine&lt;br /&gt;Would you run naked in the street&lt;br /&gt;with a tattoo of my name on your behind&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;oh, If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-117147138604636124?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/117147138604636124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=117147138604636124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117147138604636124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117147138604636124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-kissed-you.html' title='If I kissed you'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-117146288272729724</id><published>2007-02-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:21:22.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>I wanted to spend this birthday quietly. Afterall, the big two-oh seems like an interphase between teenagehood and adulthood. Like some weird purgatory state where you are just waiting for the moment to be held accountable to yourself, where you are able to vote in the elections, where you never have to get your parents to sign any indemity form ever again...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm feeling too old. Maybe I hoped people would forget that I'm already 20. Silly uh?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would spend this birthday quietly. Maybe cos i didnt think anyone would remember anyway. It always has been like that, especially when the hype of cny is at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is when you least expected it, loads of greetings and well wishes will start infiltrating your mailbox. There are even a couple of long distant calls. Surprise surprise. Even a few cakes. I had no idea there were so many people who cared. Thank you guys for making this birthday special even though I wasn't really...expectant?Ok thats sound kinda wrong=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks be to God for the many wonderful things that have happened over the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Once again, You have shown that all things are possible with You in our lives, even if it was impossible for us to accomplish with our own strength. Somehow, You seem to be reminding me so constantly of Your presence and i'm awestruck by Your power every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for saving her world. The incident seemed so insignificant to me, yet it has convicted her and directly reassured her that You love her so much that You would do whatever it takes to draw her back to You. &lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the peace that You have restored in my heart. For the unexpected friendship that has been such a great blessing to me. For chasing away the fogginess and just enabling me to watch the world around me in a different perspective. For teaching me so so so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to silently protest at the amount of burdens that have been put upon my shoulder. I used to be so uncomfortable with the stretchmarks, the sudden need to grow up in such a small space of time. I didn't want to leave my comfort zone. It used to be all about me. &lt;br /&gt;Not anymore. I've learnt that these stretchmarks are a blessing. And they are all for an incredible purpose, His glory. Stretchmarks, they can be seen as scars. On the other hand, they can be seen as valuable lessons, which have shaped us and moulded us to what we have become or will be in the future. Majestic contours of the flesh. Creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is still so much room to grow. Amen to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-117146288272729724?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/117146288272729724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=117146288272729724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117146288272729724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117146288272729724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/02/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-117087020694218489</id><published>2007-02-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:46:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>Nuaing in hall..Nothing beats Youtube and Mr Brown podcasts hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious video shown in my PS lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;"http://www.youtube.com/v/pOqtFh-ysNU"&gt;&lt;param&lt;&gt; name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/pOqtFh-ysNU&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Flunks Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;"http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs4iqSYtqhI"&gt;&lt;param&lt;&gt; name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs4iqSYtqhI&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, to tie in with Chinese New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;"http://www.youtube.com/v/cMGoHbqysx8"&gt;&lt;param&lt;&gt; name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/cMGoHbqysx8&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we all just need a laugh=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-117087020694218489?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/117087020694218489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=117087020694218489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117087020694218489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117087020694218489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/02/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-117069296553230366</id><published>2007-02-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:31:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Aloud</title><content type='html'>IT'S HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, only the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;COOLEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will compete against each other&lt;br /&gt;in a phatasmagoric arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ready for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;JAM ALOUD 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organised by NUS Arts and Social Sciences club and Media and Entertainment club, Jam Aloud seeks to promote and develop the local music scene through a friendly band competition. For those of you who have watched SuperBand on Channel U, this is something like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serves as a platform for aspiring musicians from all walks of life to showcase their musical talent, it also aims to cultivate interest in the performing arts amongst people both in and out of campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether you're an aspiring rock band, or a group of seasoned jazz musicians - whether you're 16 or 60, just come on down and join in a fun, free-for-all celebration of great live music in a variety of sounds, and have a smashing start to a great year with us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear people, those of you who have friends who are in a band of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at least 3 people&lt;/span&gt; or who may be interested in competing, pls ask them to sign up asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The closing date for registration is this week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls visit the website at &lt;a href="http://www.jamaloud.nusartsclub.org"&gt;http://www.jamaloud.nusartsclub.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the registration form and email to the address stated. If not, can ask them come contact me straight.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello peeps! I know its my blog but heh its time to do a little bit of publicity here(see la, so committed in doing the job man)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in the pub com for this event and hopefully u guys can help by ask around too. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-117069296553230366?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/117069296553230366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=117069296553230366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117069296553230366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/117069296553230366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/02/jam-aloud.html' title='Jam Aloud'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116979991399659129</id><published>2007-01-26T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:25:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the ordinary</title><content type='html'>I'm in my hall room now, flopping around(as angeline likes to put it). Just ate cup noodles, cos i skipped lunch. I think i must be crazy to have put 2 tutorials and 1 lecture in a row man, so that its like Japanese lang 9-10, PS tutorial 10-12, genes lecture 12-2. hiongz. See, my stupidity astounds me. Whoever would cram all tutorials into one whole week? So i'm left such that i have a very heavy odd week where i have classes from 10-6 on tues, wed and thurs and a very slack even week. Seriously "imba" (learnt this new colloquialism from the younger kids on my turkey trip. aparently its a dota term. full word: imbalanced. every generation has its words. oh well.) But thank God today the ps tutorial ended an hour earlier cos it was the first lesson, as there was only admin stuff. Went to the forum to look for kakis to spend the hour with. The funny thing was, i didnt see any friends around but there was this very familiar looking girl sitting on the steps. I stared at her and she stared at me. And for some strange reason i went to sit down with her. Kinda...out of the ordinary. Then we started talking. She also found me very familiar but couldnt place how we knew each other. Then we started tracing back, trying to compare modules and trying to see if we had any mutual friends. Hmm..it took around 10 minutes to figure out that we had met in orientation for this game preparation thingy. And we had spoken only a few times. wowwee hahahaha. Then i accompanied her for lunch though i didnt eat much cos i had tapao-ed some breakfast from my hall. Somehow, it struck me as rather strange how 2 strangers who barely knew each other could sit down for lunch and have a good chat. And usually i'm not that friendly heh. Hmm. Maybe i'll find out the reason for this unusual gathering soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116979991399659129?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116979991399659129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116979991399659129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116979991399659129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116979991399659129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-of-ordinary.html' title='out of the ordinary'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116912780311495646</id><published>2007-01-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:21:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hall phantom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;she's there. but you can't see her. she smiles. but you can't see it. she frowns. but you don't wonder. she screams. but you don't hear her. it's bright. but her shadow isn't there. she's the hall phantom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...I dunno. Firstly, i realised that in order to get my desired cap(which i shall not proclaim here), i must work hard this sem. Like duh. But I'm taking Jap lang, which is like 2 modules in itself. 50 pages of hiragana and katagana to memorise. help. And that ps module. screw it. The lecturer is the laziest bummer in the universe...Imagine: a german dude who is so lazy he doesn't even bother to use a mike so you cant hear half of what he's saying. he doesnt use powerpoint during lecture. he asks the students not to email him, but ask him questions directly in lecture(what has he, computer phobia???). he doesnt even bother to prepare the lesson. he goes about in circles for half an hour trying to drag on the lesson although all the while he's only talking about one single thing. he interjects his speech with 5 sec pauses and um um um at least 62 times throughout the whole lecture, cos he doesnt seem to know his work properly. and he cant seem to stop refering to his private notes. or coughing. or comenting on mundane things. or exclaiming whenever a student sneezes. he doesn't give out lecture notes, he doesn't do anything. he doesn't provide a coursepack. he doesn't even have a workbin on ivle. like...HUH??? pseudo lecturer...dunno from where one. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and that publicity thing is driving me crazy. i want to be efficient and stuff, but sorry im not born with amazing IT skills and blessed with contacts. wonder why i agreed to take this project in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;wow. so much for amazing uni life. feeling a little pessimistic. burnt. looking forward to those hiphop classes though haha. maybe can burn some fats. yup..that's all for now... can't wait for saturday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, is it your will? Send me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whom shall i fear. Psalm 27:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116912780311495646?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116912780311495646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116912780311495646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116912780311495646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116912780311495646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/01/hall-phantom.html' title='hall phantom'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116853638865684966</id><published>2007-01-12T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:12:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>Gloom, like rain, shrouded the campus today. At least to me. It didn't help when i woke up and realised i had missed breakfast. Nor did it help when i tripped on the steps and broke my toenail. Nor the fact that the rain probably washed a gazillion microscopic germs and e colli into my open toe wound(i was wearing frictionless slippers so you can imagine me sloshing and water skiing around campus). And i had three really brain eating lectures. By the time i sat down to the 3rd lec foreign policy and diplomacy i was already pronounced brain dead. And that german lecturer is totally incompetent. His voice, screams "lullaby". Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Havent been blogging much these days. I know i dont have any excuses except plain laziness la, now that im stranded in hall and there's no tv to distract me. Alright i'll try to blog a little more frequently folks. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About hall life, the ups are having your own cosy little space where u can do whatever you want. Well at home its kinda similar except you don't have The Mum coming in every half an hour to nag. Or find her missing hand lotion. And you get to hang out with friends after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downs: You tend to get fatter. Really fatter. Uh-oh. Probably its due to the tempting idea of having midnight supper with friends, to chit chat, etc. And the hall supper contains really sinful things like milo with a lot of whipped cream on top and cheese egg omelette with a huge gunk of tasty mayo on top. Totally beats Fong Seng hands down(in case you dunno, fong seng is this coffeeshop behind Eusoff Hall, a fav hangout place for midnight supperers. The food is mediocre and i suspect, rather unhygenic.) But the fonder thing about Fong Seng is the environment. The noisy coffee shop with the grease, the sweat and roadside pollution. Whereas the hall dining room is too clean. Different ambience la. And maybe cos you just had supper and are too lazy to move, you end up sitting there talking crap till 3am. Ok, so far i've only had one such experience. Haha...we sat there till the point kenneth and cavey started giving me ideas on what to name my future son. What Ruoal and Cristiano...Don't think i dunno those are soccer player names lor!-__-&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the supper, it was where i heard the most complimenting thing this week. Peirong said that she thinks i'm gonna get married off early. HAHAHAH...I just cannot imagine that happening. Don't think its cos i got some self deprecating low esteem. Just cannot imagine. With the help of the guys suaning me. I asked pr why and she said its cos i got this family oriented thing going on. Well, it could be an indirect way of saying im very motherly, which means im very aunty. Sheesh...As if my sec3s kias have not told me enough of that. Anyway i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent really got down to any serious studying yet. Afterall, its just the first week mah. I really hope i can study here. And i only know the names of 5 pple in hall till date. Thats the bad thing about moving in mid sem. Can be a lil' lonely. Oh well. But i believe things will get better eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll start missing The Mum. Sometimes its great to just have her presence around. And those nutritous tong sui. And watching lame korean shows on tv together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that this is a great opportunity to share the gospel. What better time to do so when its in the deep of the night and people start wondering about the secrets of the universe? Ok thats quite a stretch but i still think its a good way anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, give me wisdom give me strength, to persevere on being your faithful servant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116853638865684966?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116853638865684966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116853638865684966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116853638865684966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116853638865684966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='so you had a bad day'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116732786774183146</id><published>2006-12-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:05:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>feeling queasy. confused. uncertain about the future.&lt;br /&gt;she's 19. she young and inexperienced. she's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i still can't really come to terms with that. although we weren't really close, in my mind, she would always be that playful, bubbly girl in class. and suddenly she's thrust into the world of adulthood. handling all those adult things. moving away from her parents. living with a strange man. having babies.&lt;br /&gt;and then i look at myself. i'm probably older than her due to the months. will i be able to make such big decisions on my own? will i be able to be as strong she?&lt;br /&gt;i sigh at my immaturity and dependence on my family. the future seems so near yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116732786774183146?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116732786774183146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116732786774183146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116732786774183146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116732786774183146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2006/12/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116721242579920951</id><published>2006-12-27T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T17:40:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumbly mumbly</title><content type='html'>It's totally beyond my comprehension how i ever screwed my theatre studies and sociology and yet i can get a B+ for postwar japanese film and anime. Is life strange or what? I worked my ass off for sociology, i really did. And i got strangled 11 times by max just to perfect the role of Mrs Boyle. Nm, can understand cos i knew i killed myself.  Pol sci, its my major of course gotta do well. Although didnt get to study much for it. Urgh. I wonder what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Life's strange. Inexplicably strange. Sometimes things come out diametrically opposite of what you'd expect it to be. And things you wholly think would never ever happen could be dancing right in front of your nose. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tell me this isn't real. It isn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: dear wall, why is life full of ironies?&lt;br /&gt;wall: maybe cos u are a young, hormone driven, hollow headed teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;girl: what! buttt..but..bbbut...that's got nothing to do with anything!&lt;br /&gt;wall: yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;girl: no it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;wall:yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;girl: no it doesnt!!!&lt;br /&gt;wall: oh yes it does. and there you go thinking too much again until your little brainie can't contain it any longer. WAHA! soon, your brain will disintegrate into a mindless ball of fluff and frangipanies...&lt;br /&gt;girl: NNOOOOOOOO...i don't wanna become a frangipany! don't let me come at you with a bulldozer, wall! I'm warning you!&lt;br /&gt;wall: nothing can bring me down, for i am the walls around ur heart, the walls with cause ur mental block. i'm ur dead end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116721242579920951?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116721242579920951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116721242579920951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116721242579920951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116721242579920951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2006/12/grumbly-mumbly_27.html' title='grumbly mumbly'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116720031010903283</id><published>2006-12-27T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:18:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>I've heard from many people that this Christmas doesn't really feel like Christmas at all. Some say there isn't enough festivity, celebrations, rowdiness. Some say they can't get into the spirit of Christmas. There are even people who complain about the Orchard road lights. But i beg to differ. This Christmas is the best I've ever had, because I recieved the greatest gift: I was confirmed on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't really express how I feel, for faith is something which is intangible, something which is so omnipotent. But that day meant a lot to me, for it was a day when I could stand up and shout to the world that I am a daughter of Christ. For confirming my faith meant that it wasn't my parents decision that I was a Christian. It was by God's grace and love that I wanted to give my life for Him...&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, I felt very loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116720031010903283?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116720031010903283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116720031010903283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116720031010903283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116720031010903283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2006/12/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116672714859229201</id><published>2006-12-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:52:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..still got jet lag from Turkey so decided to do a picture post. The Turkey one will have to come later as it requires loads of thinking heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Night at the Museum with the girls today. Movie was super funny la..lol i love the easter island statue man...dumb dumb! Man, i really missed king's utter random nonsense, especially her strange ostrich like expressions. Missed weiheen...well everything about weiheen haha...and she looks so cute in braces!Meiying...still her usual ditzy self. We stopped to laugh at a poster of Gong li and her nearly exposed boobs again. Some things just never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what's the occasion for the extravegance. I thought maybe it was for some Christmas celebration but then, seafood at Longbeach restaurant? Hardly any turkeys served. You guys are rich man...Haha..But once in a while ok la=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was alright, pepper crab was pretty good. Some gals had misgivings over the drunken prawns cos they thought it was kinda cruel the way they were killed though they nv saw how the prawns were drowned. Hmmm as the saying goes, what u don't know can't kill you heh. Service was..er not v good cos the drunken prawns came behind everything else. The waiter said the prawns simply did not wanna die(i remember his name tag said Sky Wu and we were all kinda sniggering at him). Overall, it was a rather enjoyable evening la haha...And that stupid ah teck came from behind to pop those restaurant napkins into my ear. Very funny ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3554/3437/320/337252/christmas%20outing%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                   bored and hungry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3554/3437/320/225597/christmas%20outing%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                   up and rising professional waiter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3554/3437/320/436447/christmas%20outing%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      the other table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3554/3437/320/326945/christmas%20outing%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenneth went around saying I bought Gareth nicotine gums. I proved him wrong=p&lt;/p&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/36132040-116672714859229201?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116672714859229201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116672714859229201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116672714859229201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116672714859229201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36132040.post-116119232270026207</id><published>2006-10-19T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:25:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulllooo world!</title><content type='html'>Hmm..doing an intro for the first entry seems kinda cliche by my standards. So I'm starting this blog with the embarrassing thing of the day:&lt;br /&gt;I trespassed into the world of urinals and blue tiles again. Yep, once again, i mistakingly stepped into the gents at the central library. Luckily the dude with baggy jeans at the urinal didn't turn around and freak out. But hell, i wasn't so lucky getting out of that place. Like 5 people did double takes as they saw me fumbling out of the loo in shame. Why am I always doing retarded things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36132040-116119232270026207?l=summer-equinox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/feeds/116119232270026207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36132040&amp;postID=116119232270026207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116119232270026207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36132040/posts/default/116119232270026207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-equinox.blogspot.com/2006/10/hulllooo-world.html' title='Hulllooo world!'/><author><name>katsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559881199968639921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
