<?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-17723428</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:55.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inadequate you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-5792045277865229494</id><published>2008-02-29T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:08:53.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The journey through our unconscience is like the moving though a web of emotions. The journey of discovery may be painful as we search for truth. But the instinctual drive within us commands us to strive to survive and be ceative in our personal development. Thats what we all should be working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop when i just start, found and loose it, possible but u dont try, scared of being scared&lt;br /&gt;giveup when ur not even on the mat, cry when it doesnt hurt, smile when ur sad,&lt;br /&gt;pant when i walk, see but u dont look, shout but no one hears, reach when its far, surrender when there is no war, dance when there is no music.&lt;br /&gt;losing all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5792045277865229494?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5792045277865229494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5792045277865229494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5792045277865229494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5792045277865229494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2008/02/journey-through-our-unconscience-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-5260253077075875645</id><published>2008-01-13T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:14:39.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>white as my post&lt;br /&gt;new clean sled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5260253077075875645?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5260253077075875645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5260253077075875645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5260253077075875645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5260253077075875645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2008/01/white-as-my-post-new-clean-sled.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-1592618918140189521</id><published>2007-12-22T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:06:19.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-camp&lt;br /&gt;it was brilliant one camp eventhough the games are not tht tht intresting but hell ya its a good camp! 1st camp being a GL. it was so tough! cannot slack anymore and be the nice guy. gotta act tough and LEAD. thanks to sister cheryl's advices and comments im realli encourage and she realli toughen me up. my camp group was amazing! i got alot of entu people! all the crazy bunch of JAMES's man loved them! made my job so much easier. i dont think i was a good GL, due to flaws as an SP and flaws as a chrisitian. i apologise. but ill make things right.&lt;br /&gt;agl-joelle, amazing 14yr old! shes a spark! very motherly to the younger one's. and budding leader!&lt;br /&gt;dinesh, without this guy, there wont be any cheers or JAMES it will be some dance thingy which i cooked up haha damn retarded. anyways he is a blessing! i always thought he wasnt frenly but yet again my gut failed me. he is a blessing in the camp and in my life thanks mate!&lt;br /&gt;daniel gan! hahaha ur retarded! and passionate for God&lt;br /&gt;Joan, she is  so pretty!!!!!!!! beauty with brains, she may act like a bimbo but yet she is so smart! thanks for being such an asset to James and supportive in everyways. time to step out and run forward!&lt;br /&gt;valerina, hahaha i realli like this girl! little sec1 girl super matured and she bullies me gosh but ya glad i got to know u! so young so much passion in u! press on!&lt;br /&gt;esther, during camp she made alot of funny sounds and talk so much hahahaha realli enjoy and she took so long to say grace hahahaha gosh hahhaa tht was realli interesting 1st ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;zac, another sec1 boy. ACSbarker, best is yet to be! amen! memorize 10 memory verse in one night. i tired to rmb 3, but when i woke up hahahahha dissappeared!&lt;br /&gt;keller, i hope u fit into ignyte well and thank u not giving me any problem during the camp eventhough ur the youngest.&lt;br /&gt; realli dont get why girls mature so fast take it easy man! laxing laxing(relax) felix funny word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL trip! 18dec-20dec 3days 2nights&lt;br /&gt;with tim,nic,ed,felix and ben&lt;br /&gt;went to goldenmile complex to wait for the bus around 730 hop on and drove all the way to malaysia 5 hrs! super long played alot of bridge!!! crazy over bridge the whole trip! hahahaha even had a championship bridge game, but no winner. anyways the 1st day we got was abt 3pm and we straight away went shopping an china town, stayed in a hotel called siss inn. its so much better than the camp hostels. china town shop eat shop eat the food is so GOOD the prices are so CHEAP hahaha walked the whole china town than went for a full body massage! hahaha gayness haha 60rm for it hahaha super pain and ticklish. 2nd day bread1st at the swiss in took a train to klcc and tried to shop for xmas presents for our frens and family. but to no prevail. everything there was rather expensive or around the same price as singapore. had A&amp;amp;W lunch! how cool is tht rootbeer float and chicken and curly frice. than went to time square to play the indoor themepark 35rm haha super fun, bumper car/rollarcoaster and a 360 degree turning machine hahha u sit on it and it turns 360 hahahah nick and felix almost died! super fun, amazingly my body got take it! hahaha than chiong to a clothes shop bought 2 AnF shirt and one polo, if i had more money i would have bought more, such a waste! than made our way back the the hotel and played bridge! and chat and made fun of tim alot! and went to makan supper! SUPER NICE LA 3rd day. more eating and smuggle chewing gum back home! hahaha most of us quite scared cos we bought like a box hahaha scared the imigration police arrest us! super good trip =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-1592618918140189521?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/1592618918140189521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=1592618918140189521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1592618918140189521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1592618918140189521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-8233719702251760428</id><published>2007-12-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:17:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8233719702251760428?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8233719702251760428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8233719702251760428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8233719702251760428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8233719702251760428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-in-my-arms-and-all-world-is-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-320868079564942759</id><published>2007-12-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:16:05.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to change ur fate u need hope&lt;br /&gt;to have hope u need faith&lt;br /&gt;to have faith u need to believe&lt;br /&gt;to believe u need assurance&lt;br /&gt;to have assurance u need edvidence&lt;br /&gt;to have edvidence u need facts&lt;br /&gt;to have facts u need me&lt;br /&gt;to have me u just need sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waterfall, His love is Unceasing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-320868079564942759?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/320868079564942759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=320868079564942759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/320868079564942759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/320868079564942759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-change-ur-fate-u-need-hope-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-487835496382614139</id><published>2007-11-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:55:18.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, met all most all the Ignyte leaders at ivans. how cool was tht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, Simple plan came to Lasalle. freaking coool. 987 was there too and they promoted their album and performed 5 songs acoustic. awesome.. 1st ''concert'' amazing seeing them in real life neat experience. my sch rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-487835496382614139?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/487835496382614139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=487835496382614139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/487835496382614139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/487835496382614139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-met-all-most-all-ignyte-leaders.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8419074827169175754</id><published>2007-11-14T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:33:13.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''oie ah boy! dont run! later u fall down and become a beggar!'' said a chinese speaking mum.&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny! the boy is like 5yrs old hahaha over exaggration! hahahahaha frist time hearing such a retarded statement. man.. the mother must realli love the boy, tryin to scare him until like tht.&lt;br /&gt;amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8419074827169175754?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8419074827169175754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8419074827169175754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8419074827169175754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8419074827169175754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/11/oie-ah-boy-dont-run-later-u-fall-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8294989985192133863</id><published>2007-11-10T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:28:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when anything gets brighter the bigger its shadow gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was more vigorous than Oglivy in elevating the people who create advertising. He constantly encouraged them to do brilliant work. He accepted that advertising had to attract attention ( ‘’ You can’t save souls in an empty church’’) but not at the expense of selling a client’s product. The most important job of an ad is to centre all the attention on the merchandise and none on the technique of presenting it. Advertising has got to sell. Ogilvy was doing more than writing ads, he was creating brand images. David Ogilvy, not only did he succeed in branding such parity items as tonic water, credit cards(American Express), soap(Dove) and gasoline (Shell)but he also pulled off the sublime coup of branding himself. Every advertisement should be thought of as a contribution to the brand image. He believed in studying precedents and condifying experience into principles treating advertising as a profession with a body of knowledge. David Ogilvy contributed a great deal more to the business than several enduring campaigns. He created the concept of brand images. He trumpeted the virtues of research, global brands, and direct marketing. He embodied values of professionalism, civilization, and good taste. The ideas he championed, now well accepted if not always practiced, reminds us of the purpose of advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of Advertising is the ideas. The magic of an idea is what lifts some advertising above the ordinary. No amount of dazzling production technique can cover up the absence of an underlying idea. What we know is that ideas are precious. They are hard to come by, fragile when young, powerful when established. They change perceptions, command loyalty, attract imitators and building brands. Advertising is a business of ideas. For example the Sony walkman added a headset to a tape player to create mobile music, for walking or jogging and eBay combined the appeal of a flea market with the internet to create an online auction site. Working with a creative product starts with the principal of tolerance for error; risks. Outstanding creative work is original in concept and execution. Original meaning untried, therefore, it entails risks. Risk is the heart of creativity. For example, Heineken beer, using green bottles instead of the usual brown ones. The distinctive bottles helped make Heineken one of the global beer giants. The ability to see relationships is an important part of the process as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;After doing this essay and researching on what advertising is all about, I look up to David Oglivy as one of my heroes in the ad world. I applaud David Oglivy for his professional copywriting skills for he is highly acknowledged in this industry and the products that he comes out with have literally been sold proficiently. Before coming to Lasalle, I worked as an intern in a local advertising company called T &amp;amp; T. I enjoyed my time there and experienced what the local ad society is all about. I found it so intriguing and fun. Often, I’ve dreamt of being part of the industry, working in hand with the best and highly skilled professionals to produce and structure creative advertisements that catch the eyes of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a sign tht says caution, small children.&lt;br /&gt;then it occurs to me.&lt;br /&gt;'' im not afraid of small children''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8294989985192133863?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8294989985192133863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8294989985192133863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8294989985192133863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8294989985192133863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-anything-gets-brighter-bigger-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-2343547757604086203</id><published>2007-11-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:02:39.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice guys finish last.&lt;br /&gt;Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;at least they participate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad will it be like in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;when everyone goin their seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;lets wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-adapting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-2343547757604086203?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/2343547757604086203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=2343547757604086203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2343547757604086203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2343547757604086203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/11/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-5449368967654959403</id><published>2007-10-28T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:25:57.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is a test&lt;br /&gt;life itself is a test&lt;br /&gt;and ironically we have test's to test ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever held ice in your hands? watching it melt away from solid to liquid, its realli amazing how time/heat takes it course. How time moulds the world, how time changes people drastically, how time separates people, how time brings people together, how time kills, how time brings life, how time brings succuss. and the worst part of all  is waiting for time or for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaves that is blown by the wind didnt tell the wind where they wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;we wont know what is goin to happen in future, we all have our own destiny to seach and for God to bring us there. he is our wind in life. ive struggled wif the wind so many times sometimes i blame him for bring me here, keep questioning why am i here why am i in such a situation, why cant the wind take me some place else. but the matter of fact is i cant change nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will always be in my heart, no matter what i will still be embracing the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5449368967654959403?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5449368967654959403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5449368967654959403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5449368967654959403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5449368967654959403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/10/everything-is-test-life-itself-is-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-5898896715621628393</id><published>2007-10-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:34:26.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri end sch like 1pm chiong home to eat lunch than met up wif charlene, had an awesome time catch up, ketchup! haha&lt;br /&gt;than chiong home like mad ard 545  than bathe met up wif nick ed felix to go plazasing to have a section outting dinner! lovely hahaha last dinner before everyone goes into the mugging mode&lt;br /&gt;than watched ''the brave one'' hahah freakin gd show hahah damn funny! and like thrilling go watch it! amazing. lovely weeek!!! so fun! one whole day of fun hahaha went home real late dad didnt nag. thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5898896715621628393?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5898896715621628393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5898896715621628393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5898896715621628393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5898896715621628393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/10/fri-end-sch-like-1pm-chiong-home-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-5877429097335041400</id><published>2007-09-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:19:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Path. It is a way beaten, formed, or trodden by the feet of persons or animals, it is a narrow walk way, a route, course, a course of action or conduct. There are various meanings to the simplicity of this word. Every single one of us is bound to come across a path that is unforgettable, be it the path to success, the path to failure. As for me, there is a certain path that is vividly imprinted in my mind, one that for years I have tried to forget, and yet failed; and the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn would break, signaling the start of a new day, the alarm clock would shrill noisily ringing in my ear. Trudging to the toilet, I would smile to myself silly. Although school was a chore and the least bit enjoyable, the thought of the journey towards the bus stop changed everything. Hurriedly, I wore my uniform and brushed my hair – I wanted to look my best. “Ben, are you ready?” my mother cried out from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Almost!” I hollered back from my room. Grabbing my book bag, I ambled down the stairs and took my breakfast. What’s the hurry? My mother would always never fail to ask me curiously and I would just shrug. It was really tough to contain my anticipation. “Mum! I’m off!” I called out. Without awaiting her reply, I rushed out of the house in high spirits. I glanced at my watch and a grin unknowingly formed on my face, I was just on time, that I had realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the time I looked forward to the most. Some people would perceive it as an obsession, others maybe insanity but it seemed to me as pure human nature, love. There she was, the only reason I looked forward to every morning without fail.- Sasha. Beautiful, tidy, she possessed a tinge of elegance as she walked the same way I did. There was just something about her that was so alluring. Today, her hair was tied up as usual, perfect, it really was. As we walked on the same path, occasionally, there she would be in the front as I would come out later and sometimes I would have came earlier than she did, but nevertheless, we’d still meet somehow. During the times when I’m at the back, subconsciously, I would try to catch up with her, just to catch her scent after her morning shower. I still remember her smell- like flowers in spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole glances at her every now and then, afraid she noticed and when she turned my way coincidentally, somehow I would have managed to turn away. She was to me like lights that lit my path and she paved a way each day, slowly into my heart. When the sun rose out from the horizon and at that point, I never failed to capture her angelic face as she would sniff softly into the air and sigh peacefully. She was just so captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ben, just say hello!” I’d utter to myself mentally and yet fear gripped me as I compared myself to her. She came from an elite school and I, a school she probably never heard of before. She looked so pretty and I, just an average lad. How could she ever want to get to know me? We were like world’s apart I noticed sadly. Forlorn, I made a mental note to give up but that just never did happen and it continued to be this way for years. – With me admiring her from afar. At least, that was till my last year in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I realized that I could not live any longer without wondering what she liked and how she really was as a person and thus, on a fateful Friday morning in June, I plucked up all the courage I had and confronted her. It did not go as smoothly as I had thought, for it seemed really awkward and for a moment embarrassing but that was the turning point in my entire life and I am so glad that I made that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning after that incident, I would come out with so many excuses just to talk to her or to say a small ‘hi’ Slowly, as every day passed, I got to her know her better, even though it was for only 10 minutes, it never failed to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time took its course, we started to feel for each other, ‘I miss you’ always seemed to be used and time spent together seemed to get longer and longer. Secrets were shared, gossips exchanged. We were almost inseparable. We spent dinners together, went through tough times together, braved the various storms of our life together, overcame many pitfalls in our life together and studied together aiming for the same college. Like all relationships, it was never a smooth sailing. But no matter how many times the waves swept our boat, it never capsized as we learnt how to take initiative to say words of care and encouragements, we learnt how to buy gifts for each other, we learnt when to give in and when to submit to each other. Even though we were not as mature as other couples were, we learnt the most important lesson, which is to trust and have faith. In my life, I learn that trust is like a tread, once broken it is very hard to reconnect it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years has passed since then, when we were 19 and she had unexpectedly won a scholarship to one of the best university in London. From the start, she never told me about it at all. It was only when her parents had sincerely asked me to let go that I found out she was leaving, leaving me. I struggled hard, I fought it everyday but it seemed to overpower me and it trigger another side of me which I had never even realized before. Even though it was an emotional turmoil, I decided that I would spend all the other remaining days that I had left with her and that I would try my very best to forget her and the lovely memories I had with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain paths in life that we can choose to take and I chose to let her go because I loved her and I wanted the best for her. She never failed to put a smile on my face. When ever I am not around her, she constantly lingers in my mind. When I think about her; it was not about how she left me but it was how I was able to overcome the human emotions in me and continue to carry on the path that life had in stored for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day came, it was time for her to go off. I sent her off with a bouquet of roses and a diamond ring. The ring symbolized a circle, a circle of promise that to me could only be broken by the outside force called death. Tears were shed as she left, yes it was so tough for me to see her leave, but I saw that there was a need to move on even when time seemed to have a stand still in our lives. Life was never fair and I knew that I could never be happy if she had given up the scholarship for me. And although it hurt so much week after week, I knew I had to stand strong and believe that one day if we were meant to be, we’d meet again somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been around 2 years now and I still never fail to look out of my window, and out towards the horizon, towards the birds nestling on trees. I would hear the sound of the breeze and smell the scent of the wildflowers and wonder if she is doing alright. I would remember of how we first met on the path. The path now is different, is changing. The coarse and edgy path that we used to walk together is now refined, no more pebbles, no more twigs, just a smooth road ahead, and maybe this is a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sasha, when will you be back? I miss you.” I whispered into the air. As I stared once again outside my window, I pictured the smile in my head like how I always did. “You’re still so fresh in my memory.” I laughed sadly to myself. There, I saw a couple against a bench that we used to sit on and chat all day long; they look so in love, like how we were once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against the window sill, I turned to face my walls. Every once in a while people realize they have taken the wrong paths, every once in a while people regret the paths they choose but as for me, I’m still walking on this path, this path of hope, this path of waiting. The path is long, but I believe that one day as I walk along this path, the very person I pray to see will be her. – the one that holds the key to my heart that I lost the very day she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCS essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5877429097335041400?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5877429097335041400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5877429097335041400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5877429097335041400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5877429097335041400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/09/path-path.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-6583649011316743028</id><published>2007-09-23T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:13:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mwzjamin - says:&lt;br /&gt;are u turning in soon?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;turn in what?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;o riteeee&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwzjamin - says:&lt;br /&gt;sleep lol&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;i thot like u kno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;u commit a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - cuendeess*    doLcE™    simplicity says:&lt;br /&gt;n u turn urself in to the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow candice is a super smart girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-6583649011316743028?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/6583649011316743028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=6583649011316743028' 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my selfishness and have compassion to those around us, and help the poor and needy. loving my neighbour and myself&lt;br /&gt;fuel overcoming my faults and needs in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, adam, stingray, kangcong!&lt;br /&gt;felix,jerlyn,emily,nick,shermin,cyn,ed,jamien,luke,clem,pris,weishan.&lt;br /&gt;we all talked and eat and chilled&lt;br /&gt;haha hot topic was who will get married 1st! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;we choose nick cos he is a family guy simple and homely like the wife will go shop for kitchen wear and all the home stuff and, he will give all the money to the wife and cheques books, and she will shop her heart out, cos nick is the blur type and like he will massage his wife back when she comes home, and rub a feet and like pour coffee and tea! for her! hahaha we all can see tht coming haha&lt;br /&gt;next will be pris or weishan hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jamien will get a realli gentle loving wife! hahaha and soft and sweet(info by cyn) jamien kinda soft spoken guy, nice, gentlemanly! super family guy!&lt;br /&gt;clem will summit during courtship than owned after marriage lol haha and he might get married 1st lol&lt;br /&gt;edy! lol very early or very late!! cos he might go for missions hahaha simple wife. his saying when it comes, he will go!&lt;br /&gt;cyn hahahaha one of the last, he gotta be super duper romantic, he gotta make her happy  24 7 hahahaha and do alot of stuff for her. demanding huh? everything gotta be perfect for her, shes so not getting married lol.&lt;br /&gt;emily... a strong husband, housewife in future take care of kids, fetch them to schs and tuition! shes super soft! and like meek hahaha&lt;br /&gt;felix hahahah late marriage! a strong wife for personallity but very Godly and understanding, but we all said like felix will still be strong, in Godly values. his girlfren will propose to him! and im told ill be his best man yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;didnt talk abt jeryln sia.. why ah? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ben will get married late due too high expectations thanks felix hahaha felix,cyn,ed,jer predicts ben's future wife will have the whole packge and she might be older! some how she is euraisian ! gorgeous! and she must be hot! i seriously didnt get it but felix,ed,cyn,jerlyn can totalli imagine it, guess ill agree wif them hahaha.felix was like, realli i can imagine u with her in ur minicopper driving her around, YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;marcus, his future is already planned and sealed lol hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo wads gonna happen 10years down the road? haha so fun!&lt;br /&gt;shld do a time capsule!=)&lt;br /&gt;God is love!&lt;br /&gt;will all of us be like this close when we all have our own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting to know myself more each day.&lt;br /&gt;ive realised im kinda selfish in certain ways&lt;br /&gt;ive got a problem wif giving everything/denying myself&lt;br /&gt;ive got high expectations&lt;br /&gt;if i wanna do something or get something.it gotta be gd and worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;kinda dont take initiative to do stuff for myself&lt;br /&gt;ive spend too much on food now adays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-4702885842555231741?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/4702885842555231741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=4702885842555231741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4702885842555231741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4702885842555231741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/09/woots-i-love-church-service-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-2258976742742978559</id><published>2007-09-11T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:19:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today super fun, when jane's place to chill out crap alot! watched some korean anime, which sounded a little like canto, haha than i got tired so i slept, and kusal drew on my forehead. tht idiot! had a hard time washing it off, saw janes all pix hahaha she is a man! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;went for 2d crack alot more hahaha&lt;br /&gt;someone was wearing something, eye catching, temptations off u go. resist so hard!! woot&lt;br /&gt;sch rocks my socks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surrender my all to u.&lt;br /&gt;flee from temptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-2258976742742978559?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/2258976742742978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=2258976742742978559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2258976742742978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2258976742742978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-super-fun-when-janes-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-427619405080931366</id><published>2007-09-10T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:18:39.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a super long while since i blogged, kinda busy all the art work! so many and i realli dont like to rush it hahah yet alone i dont like doing it so early hahah im kinda retared. u know i like wetting my feet hahaha when i use ariels comp to dota or msn, i jus realiesed its a habit hmm weird. painting drawing thinking essays woots this is the life! im loving it. met many lovely people, kuss,jane,rasti,jessica,aaron,elyn,teddy,eileen,fatin,roshni,ahtika,yolada basicalli everyone in my class 25 people haha cant clique will a few i dont know why honestly hahaha. i jus watched high sch musical 2! seriously nice, jus tht some of their songs are so corny! and too much singing!! and yes there were lovely songs, found out abt the scandle of van, damn it why why why why why. sighh i think it will realli impact the crowded and change our mindset of her. oh wells the pleasure of the world. church is always fun, sermon, the pastors, the leaders, frens, worship. i like fuel lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;i remembed hating fuel and skipped fuel when it 1st began, after hearing the change of system, i think im gonna miss it. all the sharing from the heart of our leaders.. yeah im gonna miss fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time,  i guess he pulled me together, and woke up me once again. he never did gave up on me always pushing me when i dont wanna move. ive been to comfortable to lay back. i remind me during fuel abt sensitive listening/denying our wordly pleasure. all the time God is good!&lt;br /&gt;i tried my way, to get out of the mess. failed. but than i gave it too him, and he took them all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! 2 weeks ago, sister trina's sermon! abt having a posture of surrender and being desperate! and having the hunger for god&lt;br /&gt;luke 18&lt;br /&gt;matt9 and 15&lt;br /&gt;it was a powerful service, felt God and it was cooool~ the expierence owns any pleasures of this world! sister grace prayed for me, i realli look up to her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trading my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;im trading my shame&lt;br /&gt;im laying them down for the joy of the lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like watchin timmy sleep haha super spastic! he makes noises haha and farts when he sleeps!! laugh like mad once hahahahaha no matter wad u do when u sleep i still love u hahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-427619405080931366?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/427619405080931366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=427619405080931366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/427619405080931366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/427619405080931366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-super-long-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-7742440201280032662</id><published>2007-09-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:23:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teachers day went back old sch, meet up wif the class,volleyball people,and many others kinda fun. loved my teachers alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching this sweeper sweeping yellow leaves on the roadside, he kept on sweeping and sweep, even though the wind kept messing the leaves up. wif a humble attitude and patience he went on and on, trying to get his job done. i was astonished and in awe the fact that he didnt show any attitude or a grumpy face he took it lightly and continue, there wasnt a sense of bitterness at all.&lt;br /&gt;i give up easily when things go wrong, i tend to always run away from problems..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be that road sweeper who kept on goin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool coool!&lt;br /&gt;met many many new buddies!&lt;br /&gt;art class 2d 3d drawing printmaking integrated studies and many more, intresting jus tht its freakin hard to get all the work done on time! damn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-7742440201280032662?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/7742440201280032662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=7742440201280032662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7742440201280032662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7742440201280032662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day-went-back-old-sch-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8095097778761479005</id><published>2007-08-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:26:25.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iam a flower quickly fade here today gone tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8095097778761479005?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8095097778761479005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8095097778761479005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8095097778761479005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8095097778761479005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/iam-flower-quickly-fade-here-today-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-9067481430438981415</id><published>2007-08-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:23:29.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fill-less&lt;br /&gt;sailing sailing home sailing sailing home.. when..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-9067481430438981415?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/9067481430438981415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=9067481430438981415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/9067481430438981415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/9067481430438981415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/fill-less-sailing-sailing-home-sailing.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8695238901533064008</id><published>2007-08-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:51:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1week of pure excitement its been good, artie fartie sch. lovely build and all.&lt;br /&gt;made couple of good frens along the way, class mates are very nice people&lt;br /&gt;different background different culture different homeland.&lt;br /&gt;1st lesson was fun, blind drawing and perspective drawing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund bday today, totalli forgot i think i dont have his frenster lol.&lt;br /&gt;he got a car drove us around singapore hahaha because we kinda dunno where ta go.&lt;br /&gt;and along bencoolen road i saw anna! hahaha i rear the window and shouted her name! haha so conicidental, always anna!&lt;br /&gt;anyways kinda scary when edmund drive lol but he is good haha total faith in his skills haha!&lt;br /&gt;we were talking and singing in the car ahha and ironicalli we sang jesus take the wheel!! hahaha freakin funny la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8695238901533064008?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8695238901533064008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8695238901533064008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8695238901533064008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8695238901533064008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/1week-of-pure-excitement-its-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3776914960189295418</id><published>2007-08-14T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:40:57.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ming lai.&lt;br /&gt;best longest bud i ever had. acjs, didnt know u were from 1.2 11years ago&lt;br /&gt;its awful to see u go just like tht, and never know when u will be back.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss u like hell, dude.&lt;br /&gt;wishing u best of luck in everything u do!&lt;br /&gt;rmb to invite me to ur wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love from Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its an unfair world out there,&lt;br /&gt;why cant it be unfair to my favour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3776914960189295418?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3776914960189295418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3776914960189295418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3776914960189295418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3776914960189295418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/ming-lai.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-5328135670305837603</id><published>2007-08-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:28:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABC BOOK : A is for apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alphabet Book : A is for apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC BOOK : B is for ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alphabet Book : B is for balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to believe anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-5328135670305837603?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/5328135670305837603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=5328135670305837603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5328135670305837603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/5328135670305837603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/abc-book-is-for-apple-alphabet-book-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-1356391998951636737</id><published>2007-08-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:57:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, Jane. See Spot.&lt;br /&gt;See Spot run.&lt;br /&gt;Run, Spot. run.&lt;br /&gt;Jane sees Spot run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go, Jane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-1356391998951636737?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/1356391998951636737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=1356391998951636737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1356391998951636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1356391998951636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-729106814276546409</id><published>2007-08-07T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:41:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just think earth was a cloud of dust 4.5 billion years ago.&lt;br /&gt;3 billion years ago, the first bacteria appeared. then came sea life, dinosaurs, birds, mammals, and finally, a million years ago, man.&lt;br /&gt;than in 1989 there was me.&lt;br /&gt;The acme of evolution =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-729106814276546409?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/729106814276546409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=729106814276546409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/729106814276546409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/729106814276546409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-think-earth-was-cloud-of-dust-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-725385009748283535</id><published>2007-08-07T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:36:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met with ming, went for lunch at acjc. sight see the realli ''gorgeous'' girls there. met daryl tay,weichuan,darrelshen,glennchee,mingxia,jamien,candy,cyn, and i few others i guess haha. hell it was a bloody good time! little reunion i shld say.&lt;br /&gt;vivo ming, shop,eat,talk of how sicken spore is.&lt;br /&gt;than went to clarke quay nearly went on the bungee.. frigging scary, its awesome man.. lovely place all the pubs and food places look so classy and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little pinky swear, I promised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-725385009748283535?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/725385009748283535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=725385009748283535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/725385009748283535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/725385009748283535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/met-with-ming-went-for-lunch-at-acjc.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-1408172181962007674</id><published>2007-08-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:37:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school start pls!!&lt;br /&gt;yay ben is an ass ben is an ass! hahaha take care ya! i'd all i can to help u and be there for u, be ur emotional supporter! so pls study hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-1408172181962007674?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/1408172181962007674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=1408172181962007674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1408172181962007674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1408172181962007674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-start-pls-yay-ben-is-ass-ben-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-2851239019750657327</id><published>2007-08-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:38:11.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow today super cool, met lai ming along church outside the singapore bible school, he was like all shaggy looking hair and all, thought some dude wanna beat me, cos this guy is huge! turned out to be ming, and! he knows cynthia tooo.. gd times gd times. right after tht at serene macs while we were leaving we saw my pri sch mates, marcus and hong yi if im not wrong. omgoodness! reunion, sweet man and like after 5 years and the remembered my name. acs blood! yay i got a acs look!&lt;br /&gt;the best is yet to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-2851239019750657327?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/2851239019750657327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=2851239019750657327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2851239019750657327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/2851239019750657327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-today-super-cool-met-lai-ming-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3205414875799725124</id><published>2007-07-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:31:40.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whole week of nightmare/dreams wadever u wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams i had las t night&lt;br /&gt;-trying to get pass brandon, but seem to be block by him,tried means to cross him&lt;br /&gt;-at an mrt,playing a game of catching running but it feels slippery and i kept falling, so i removed my shoes and socks barefoot and tried to run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck yes iam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- emmy lunch, accidentally flick sweat on her face! hahaha Im so sorry! haha but it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;tue-last day of work, will be missing Angel,Chonster,teeny,yang wei,kwek,bern,khor,uncle lee. aww&lt;br /&gt;-sister eileen,mos buger. impressive STUFF. ownership, thru God prespective. amen thanks for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3205414875799725124?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3205414875799725124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3205414875799725124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3205414875799725124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3205414875799725124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/whole-week-of-nightmaredreams-wadever-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-4466508262533152397</id><published>2007-07-29T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:42:44.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>powerful/ moving/wake up call/ accurate/made super lots of sense/wad we must achieve/ like a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;-grace speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is permissible but it might not be beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see wad happen next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-4466508262533152397?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/4466508262533152397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=4466508262533152397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4466508262533152397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4466508262533152397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/powerful-movingwake-up-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3513392335196262465</id><published>2007-07-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:40:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun itself see's not till heaven clears&lt;br /&gt;- Love blinds you. And when ever your in love you cant think reasonably&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3513392335196262465?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3513392335196262465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3513392335196262465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3513392335196262465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3513392335196262465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/sun-itself-sees-not-till-heaven-clears.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-7890553534764217319</id><published>2007-07-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:39:43.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The occasions for taking offense are practically endless. Indeed, we are daily given the opportunity to either be offended by something or to possess an unoffendable heart. The Lord's promise is that He's given us a new heart: a soft, entreatable heart that can be filled with His Spirit and abound with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, forgive me for being so easily offended and for carrying offenses. Father, my heart is foolish and weak. Grant me the&lt;br /&gt;unoffendable heart of Jesus Christ. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-7890553534764217319?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/7890553534764217319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=7890553534764217319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7890553534764217319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7890553534764217319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/occasions-for-taking-offense-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8801884719078260679</id><published>2007-07-22T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:41:24.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes it seems things goes by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;We're so busy watching out for whats just ahead of us&lt;br /&gt;that we don't take the time to enjoy where we are.&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and we hardly notice them. Life becomes a blur&lt;br /&gt;Often it takes some calamity to make us live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;Than suddenly we wake up and see all the mistakes we've made.&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyting we do is tagged with reasons.&lt;br /&gt;-when words become music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8801884719078260679?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8801884719078260679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8801884719078260679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8801884719078260679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8801884719078260679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-sometimes-it-seems-things-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8269345646354554878</id><published>2007-07-20T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:43:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>animals dont try to change you or make you fit in. they just enjoy the pleasure of your company.&lt;br /&gt;animals aren't conditional about friendships.&lt;br /&gt;animals like you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;they listen to your problems,&lt;br /&gt;they comfort you when you're sad,&lt;br /&gt;And all they ask in return is a little kindess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun itself see's not till heaven clears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8269345646354554878?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8269345646354554878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8269345646354554878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8269345646354554878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8269345646354554878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/animals-dont-try-to-change-you-or-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8080682709723959707</id><published>2007-07-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:01:30.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lucky i didnt bought the tie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldie, thumper, nikko escape home.&lt;br /&gt;terrified damn now i learn to teasure those i realli love. cursed and swear upon hearing the news&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the bus stop i called back to find out more. anddddddd... my dad and mummy found them back, wow.. and i felt realli guilty for cursing and swear. forgive me lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8080682709723959707?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8080682709723959707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8080682709723959707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8080682709723959707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8080682709723959707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/lucky-i-didnt-bought-tie-goldie-thumper.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-926410983410193492</id><published>2007-07-14T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:55:02.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harry potter. goodess 3 pop corn out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;so many details so little time.&lt;br /&gt;squeeze the show like crazy&lt;br /&gt;funny/intresting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die hard. 1/5&lt;br /&gt;cos maggie died super early! and she was made a bad person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-926410983410193492?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-149724036628795495</id><published>2007-07-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:56:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when day feels like night. quiet very quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maggie q! she died, tragic/fast! in die hard! darn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-149724036628795495?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/149724036628795495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=149724036628795495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Jiminy cricket was here, i'd skoosh him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-2793088884138303609?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/2793088884138303609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=2793088884138303609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd! candice sang very well, so many people were touched by the song and her voice, when i closed my eyes and listen to the lyrics at paints a realli clear picture.&lt;br /&gt;the event went smoothly people were touched, people were save, souls were save.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif loads and loads of people. kim,emmy jie,felixs(haha the short girl one), yi ling (we actualli forgot her name! cant believe it suppose to be gd at peoples names). sherlyn(ariels fren, looking good!) , ash, ANNA(the new babe in town!) amanda( tall tall amanda) quite spastic as usual, mich! samual, john, bryan and and and yeah! awesome all the old people. aww man missed them some of them..lol&lt;br /&gt;dinner at singpost, kfc&lt;br /&gt;talked talk talked abt msg girls, why are they like tht. hahaha wif cyn cyn&lt;br /&gt;explaining the reason why mgs girls are the way they are. in a gd way hannah in a gd way =)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and learnt frm cyn that, girls have the favourites in a guys face. for example eyes and hands.&lt;br /&gt;my sister likes looking at guys eyes and hands.. so.. his hands? realli?&lt;br /&gt;oh than we taught cyn than guys goes for the whole face, not selective, and body wise least impt amen! not picky hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cyn: jennifer aniston or angelia jolin? ans jennifer!&lt;br /&gt;cyn: jennifer or alba?&lt;br /&gt;ALBA DUH!&lt;br /&gt;stupid cyn =)&lt;br /&gt;its super fun! day woots i love God&lt;br /&gt;For him i will.&lt;br /&gt;pick up the strings guys, and play sweet music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-7797253636205960727?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/7797253636205960727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=7797253636205960727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7797253636205960727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7797253636205960727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-week-ignyte-event-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-4786329837363577083</id><published>2007-06-23T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:47:35.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Banana Teo meet Benana Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogspot is lacking a delete button on the tag board haha.&lt;br /&gt;in christ alone i place my trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-4786329837363577083?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/4786329837363577083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=4786329837363577083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4786329837363577083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4786329837363577083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/banana-teo-meet-benana-tan-blogspot-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-1865701172555444630</id><published>2007-06-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:43:50.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take out a pistol from my breast pocket&lt;br /&gt;*swish*&lt;br /&gt;i unclogged the trigger&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;i aim..&lt;br /&gt;*aim*&lt;br /&gt;i fired&lt;br /&gt;*ben ben ben ben ben ben ben*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just got ben-ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-1865701172555444630?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-3147108407010097869</id><published>2007-06-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:24:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fears erased&lt;br /&gt;inadequate no more&lt;br /&gt;light like a feather&lt;br /&gt;feeling comfortable&lt;br /&gt;gain a friend&lt;br /&gt;hope back wad was lost&lt;br /&gt;never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;broke through not by my strength&lt;br /&gt;got to play wif chicken, rather intresting&lt;br /&gt;caught hannah doing something realli SPASTIC YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;bought a spy!&lt;br /&gt;encouragements all around, never felt so loved&lt;br /&gt;learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;learn to have faith&lt;br /&gt;never know 2 days 1 nite seem like 3day 2 nitesnever changing father =)&lt;br /&gt;learn to have unity teamwork&lt;br /&gt;prayers do come true! felix prayed next 30sec we got a cab! we were liek in some ulu area in sambawang&lt;br /&gt;God loves felixs so do i!&lt;br /&gt;be an example to others&lt;br /&gt;new season new challenges time to to plant seeds&lt;br /&gt;sp lcamp rocks! totalli recharged!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3147108407010097869?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3147108407010097869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3147108407010097869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3147108407010097869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3147108407010097869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/fears-erased-inadequate-no-more-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8958556736639187919</id><published>2007-06-15T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:44:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faith, where can she be!&lt;br /&gt;its been like wad 1month or more. gosh i hope she is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ok ok candice helped alot! she practically came out wif faith.&lt;br /&gt;see acknowledgement. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;sorry haha i jus red(pass tense of read) it,&lt;br /&gt;(creativity)&lt;br /&gt;than i decided to use faith as her name yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh kill me! lcamp.. stress pressure. PLUS tht lovely Boy is in my group.&lt;br /&gt;so blessed by God. he wans me to owned him earlier haha. hidden blessing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8958556736639187919?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8958556736639187919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8958556736639187919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8958556736639187919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8958556736639187919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/faith-where-can-she-be-its-been-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8976222938920539641</id><published>2007-06-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:09:53.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rotton, discarded, erroded, consumed, distorted, betrayed, left behind, ignored, foul smell, rubbish, rusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life of a trashcan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8976222938920539641?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8976222938920539641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8976222938920539641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8976222938920539641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8976222938920539641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/rotton-discarded-erroded-consumed.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3084374818681014500</id><published>2007-06-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:00:29.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wad hurts the most is when i find anything tht displeases me my dear girl =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3084374818681014500?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3084374818681014500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3084374818681014500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3084374818681014500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3084374818681014500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/wad-hurts-most-is-when-i-find-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-6029493102702275268</id><published>2007-06-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:17:57.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>safe is where i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mummy&lt;br /&gt;2.God&lt;br /&gt;3.comforter/pillows/fc&lt;br /&gt;4.Goldy(pet/friend dog)&lt;br /&gt;5.Friends&lt;br /&gt;6.music&lt;br /&gt;7.food&lt;br /&gt;8.lisa(maid)&lt;br /&gt;9.msn&lt;br /&gt;10.toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota today. ownage. me, dav,felix darling and robert(jian yang)&lt;br /&gt;                    VS&lt;br /&gt;                     small eyes ssac, malcolm, clement and brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha 2 wins 0 lost! haha&lt;br /&gt;so happy to see the guys together. jy! miss tht idiot. hoping and praying u will come back to us. cos i realli looked up to u. sadden when u fall. but i hope its a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;never had so much fun in ages! dota realli brings people together. thanks dota creator!&lt;br /&gt;today also had a scary part when clem got angry wif brandon. cos clem knowing his temper and character. like they argued wif each other so yeah. scared hope brandon understands. fun fun fun fun! super hyper now.&lt;br /&gt;sore eyes didnt go work! i hope tml sore eyes too.than saturday recover =) thts the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-6029493102702275268?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/6029493102702275268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=6029493102702275268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/6029493102702275268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/6029493102702275268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/safe-is-where-i-wanna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-9068219347088788959</id><published>2007-06-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:56:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have been madly in love,&lt;br /&gt;slightly in love,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about love,&lt;br /&gt;recovering from love,&lt;br /&gt;reflecting from love,&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on it,&lt;br /&gt;wondering where it is,&lt;br /&gt;where is went,&lt;br /&gt;when is it coming back&lt;br /&gt;if it's coming back&lt;br /&gt;we have all been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we looked at places where we least expect? (eg siblings,parents,relative,God)&lt;br /&gt;have we given back any?&lt;br /&gt;have we showed or returned any?&lt;br /&gt;have we appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;have we treasured it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-9068219347088788959?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/9068219347088788959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=9068219347088788959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/9068219347088788959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/9068219347088788959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-have-been-madly-in-love-slightly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3986322027027145201</id><published>2007-06-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:50:45.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took a taxi goin to holland v to meet the emily jerlyn eileen evon lynn and felix and setters cafe to play board games its super fun. the games cannot be found in spore so yeah super cool its a brilliant idea! we played a train game! and a brainstrainer game its something like we gotta write a word on a card and use a head band(ben) to clip the card hahah! super fun!! oh man lets go again! and stay longer!&lt;br /&gt;than head down to church, took a cab wif lynn and lix hahaha. when we got off lynn told the taxi driver wasnt wearing and bottoms!! she 1st took noticed his feet than no shoes and slowly his legs and ermhum hahaha dun think she saw anything probably he is wearing his boxers. wah damn gross la if he wasnt..church was amazing fuel was great! we learn abt out the five love languages, touch, acts of service, words, time and lastly gifts! i realli dun know which one iam. probably ALL, thts wad i call loverable! weee. macs for dinner, as usual jason demoralizing me.. abt my height '' i think jerlyn taller than u, or i can touch this u can anot? or hows the air down there, or wah my legs longer than ur body'' so while he eats his strawberry sundae! haha i gross him out. haha ben nose blood! he asked for it =) jerlyn shoot him back haha too tall also no good!  everyone cracked out&lt;br /&gt;i met emmy!!! she looked lovely better than last time super auntie! and she seem taller must be heels the cheatery! made me looked shorter. she is still as bubbly as usual and yeah! caught up a little. u owe me lunch!&lt;br /&gt;fri! went out wif candice to cine she arrived earlier than me. wo, had subway for dinner spoilt little kid hahaa she onli will eat parmesan oregan(its a type of bread) die die must eat tht. so she waited for 30mins! than after 30mins there wasnt still  so yeah back to square one! so she ate hearty lol, caught shrek 3 haha must watch freakin funny!!! laugh like mad! the whole show rocks hard!&lt;br /&gt;ur money is worth the while! haha better than pirates of the carriben! if u dont wanna spend DL! wahaha. jus pray u wont get caught =) lovely! 2 realli realli fun days! thank you lord! for blessing me wif such lovely frens!&lt;br /&gt;oh i took felix phone during fuel jus to scare him cos he is super duper carelessss! haha and i forgot to return him. lol than i only realised when i reached home haha his dad calling his phone! hahahahaha! sorry bro trouble and scared u! see la so careless. meetin tht idiot tml at 1 and goin for tech a while. and see see hope ill be able to learn something. not very entu abt it =(&lt;br /&gt;hate the new fuel groupings damn it my heart is still not settled&lt;br /&gt;knowing i will not like be wif the guys anymore after 6months again when they move to AF cell&lt;br /&gt;all of us are splitted according to schs, hc/acs/njc/poly&lt;br /&gt;freak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3986322027027145201?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3986322027027145201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3986322027027145201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3986322027027145201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3986322027027145201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/took-taxi-goin-to-holland-v-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8428948945628002784</id><published>2007-06-03T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:09:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol 11pm i think it was a tuesday nick and his fren walked to my hse cos his girl fren( girl and a fren) stays near me! like 10mins walk, hahaha he called me but my phone was on the sofa and its on silent mode so my dog made super lot of noise, my brother went out to check and he came back into the house and told me someone was looking for me. i was.. like which wanker wanna look for me at 11pm.. must be i provoked him or insult him so he probably not happy( was thinking tht to myself). turn out to be nicky and shermin(correct spelling candice)! a new girl tht just accepted christ in trinity!!! wahhhhhhhhh! and like yay! got someone to accompany me home!woots! sorry nick! hahahhaah kidding la, shes all urs. like wahh its seriously freaky so coincidental. oh wells my hse owns! woots but its jus for investment. shall have a house warming before me sell or rant it! pray tht my dad allow =) bball today, its awesome. man.. need to play more! getting lazy and fat. hmm time to train up, need to invest in new socks, blisters all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8428948945628002784?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8428948945628002784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8428948945628002784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8428948945628002784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8428948945628002784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol-11pm-yesterday-nick-and-his-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8779498611963094822</id><published>2007-05-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:25:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm staring out into the night,Trying to hide the pain.I'm going to the place where loveAnd feeling good don't ever cost a thing.And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.Well I'm going home,Back to the place where I belong,And where your love has always been enough for me.I'm not running from.No, I think you got me all wrong.I don't regret this life I chose for me.But these places and these faces are getting old,So I'm going home.Well I'm going home.The miles are getting longer, it seems,The closer I get to you.I've not always been the best man or friend for you.But your love, it makes true.And I don't know why.You always seem to give me another try.So I'm going home,Back to the place where I belong,And where your love has always been enough for me.I'm not running from.No, I think you got me all wrong.I don't regret this life I chose for me.But these places and these faces are getting old,So I'm going home.I'm going home.Be careful what you wish for,'Cause you just might get it all.You just might get it all,And then some you don't want.Be careful what you wish for,'Cause you just might get it all.You just might get it all, yeah.Oh, well I'm going home,Back to the place where I belong,And where your love has always been enough for me.I'm not running from.No, I think you got me all wrong.I don't regret this life I chose for me.But these places and these faces are getting old.I said these places and these faces are getting old,So I'm going home.I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;i got a faith cube for my 18th birthday day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8779498611963094822?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8779498611963094822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8779498611963094822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8779498611963094822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8779498611963094822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-staring-out-into-nighttrying-to-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-4143670192260354805</id><published>2007-05-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:54:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th bday! woots feeling realli old now.. gosh rmb my last yr bday at sch. the pals and gals celebrated for me than. people i dont know gave me presents haha and i never used the shorts they gave me ahah super oh baing, hope she is not reading this lol!&lt;br /&gt;i had to work on my bday, however i treated myself a nice meal at the SANwich at robinson road.. awesome stuff ya.. but its super ex! oh wells haha a present to myself wheee.&lt;br /&gt;i got a faith cube from candice! thanks lots! its super soft la realli honoured!! sang kui! i dun have faith now (the cat) now i have CUBE hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;had a sumptous meal wif my family down at pines, havent been there for ages.&lt;br /&gt;watch kalcium kid! i mean calcuim kid, its interesting =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-4143670192260354805?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/4143670192260354805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=4143670192260354805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4143670192260354805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/4143670192260354805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/18th-bday-woots-feeling-realli-old-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-7610126887286949754</id><published>2007-05-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:45:19.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-7610126887286949754?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/7610126887286949754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=7610126887286949754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7610126887286949754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7610126887286949754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-going-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-1429284341399413345</id><published>2007-05-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:22:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year goes pass quite fast, everyone is so busy with their lives. as the important exams are around the corner. schs mates are in their polys. its getting realli boring its so the same everyday. thts why i look forward to a saturday. Aug starts sch 2 and a half more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it mothers day is coming and im not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;why lord?&lt;br /&gt;im lack of faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-1429284341399413345?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/1429284341399413345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=1429284341399413345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1429284341399413345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/1429284341399413345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-year-goes-pass-quite-fast-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-8678147474514924458</id><published>2007-05-05T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:05:14.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did body perfect print ads to day at work its super fun, something new! and designing a logo for Eternal Tee.(Eternity) hoped i spelt correctly. hmm its been a blast chiong work in the office. i learn tht what ever i feel like doing i must go for it. die die must try. hmm for example creating/design the cover of my drawing book. personalize my stuff! woots hype already! even to the smallest thing. dad talked abt girls in spore in the car to work, he was sayin spore is deprive of pretty girls. 1 out of 10 are pretty. hahaha ownage!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-8678147474514924458?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/8678147474514924458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=8678147474514924458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8678147474514924458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/8678147474514924458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-body-perfect-print-ads-to-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-655522177091594231</id><published>2007-05-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:01:14.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Found Faith Yayness!! ive met faith 1 week ago. every night i walk pass her. she is a beautiful beautiful little kitten. she is all alone, no parents to look after, so i decided to ook afther her. i fed her and play wif her.  i named her faith, as i must have faith knowing my little kitten is alright and living. i pray tht nothing will ever happen to her cos i think i jus grew attached to her. jus now was the 1st time i touched and played wif her, last week she was too afraid and didnt allow me to touch her. i feed her tuna! human tuna and got her to like me! hmm its jus in me =) so ya she crawled all ard me and i carried her and played wif her, i even talked to her. she meant dearly to me, all alone in the dark and wet ally. cant bring her home. my huskies will kill her so will my DAD tsk tsk tsk. time for some kitty food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-655522177091594231?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/655522177091594231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=655522177091594231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/655522177091594231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/655522177091594231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-found-faith-yayness-ive-met-faith-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-3381572337725413884</id><published>2007-04-23T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:25:42.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>j f m a m j j a s o n d (can u spot jason?) aint tht cool? now i rmb the months clearly lol&lt;br /&gt;jan, feb, march, april, may, jun, july, aug, sep, oct, nov, dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No greater Love &lt;a href="http://www.trinity.net/ignyte"&gt;www.trinity.net/ignyte&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;worship expierence check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive forgiven forgaved&lt;br /&gt;pls do not make the same mistake again till ur 21 or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok all those who are stresss let me tell u a joke, my lil brother told me this&lt;br /&gt;wad do u call an indian man wrapped in aluminum foil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitkat LOL (pisssss ur suppose to laugh) ^^&lt;br /&gt;i rmb my blog password yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-3381572337725413884?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/3381572337725413884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=3381572337725413884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3381572337725413884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/3381572337725413884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/04/j-f-m-m-j-j-s-o-n-d-can-u-spot-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-7446095176647922060</id><published>2007-04-23T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:25:15.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i t i a i l&lt;br /&gt;came out wif this msg last yr 2006. curious, she asked wad this meant, i didnt tell, for me to know and for you to find out. and.. darn tht idiot found out!! hahaha and this year like march/april 2007. out of the blue she got it right. God's revelation she claims hahaa oh man i mean come on who can guess wad i t i a i l mean? helloo.. haha thts why.. haha i had a shock of my LIFE oh man! stunned!! ahaha super exciting though but yeah, kicking myself haha. hmm not by accident she got it right, by fate =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-7446095176647922060?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/7446095176647922060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=7446095176647922060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7446095176647922060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/7446095176647922060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-t-i-i-l-came-out-wif-this-msg-last-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117181859812979565</id><published>2007-02-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:09:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahhaha feb14 valday, met up wif kathy. this scentless indian girl haha my 1st non oderless indian frens =) yayness haha we ate subway.i realised she could GO OUT hahaha. cos her mum never lets her go out . never and liek 14feb go out.. siao! wah her mum let her go out la. haha kathy can go out finalli lol noob! kathynayine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117181859812979565?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/117181859812979565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=117181859812979565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117181859812979565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117181859812979565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahhaha-feb14-valday-met-up-wif-kathy.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117181830400672643</id><published>2007-02-19T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:05:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny = money&lt;br /&gt;cny = food&lt;br /&gt;cny = family&lt;br /&gt;cny= fun&lt;br /&gt;cny = need to work out&lt;br /&gt;cny = sore throat&lt;br /&gt;cny = tired&lt;br /&gt;cny = good food&lt;br /&gt;cny = big 2&lt;br /&gt;cny = early mornings&lt;br /&gt;cny = auntie uncle&lt;br /&gt;cny = clothes&lt;br /&gt;cny = stomach aches&lt;br /&gt;cny = rest&lt;br /&gt;cny = fellowship&lt;br /&gt;cny = friends&lt;br /&gt;cny = workless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117181830400672643?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/117181830400672643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=117181830400672643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117181830400672643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117181830400672643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-money-cny-food-cny-family-cny-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117113068051272538</id><published>2007-02-11T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:00:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teb ruoy gniyrt ot dinf tuo tahw mai gnipyt tba =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignyte val day was a blast very happy to see many lifes transform many lives save i pray tht all this fishes will be able to swim in the free sea and enjoy God presence and goodness. thank u lord for everything u have done in my life. change my heart and my mind to be able to be a better person to reflect ur image.emmy sing rocks woots&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117103981688185979</id><published>2007-02-10T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:50:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun think anyones comin&lt;br /&gt;disappointed&lt;br /&gt;but never discourage&lt;br /&gt;better to try than never at all&lt;br /&gt;ill be super busy though&lt;br /&gt;not as if im acting haha if i am my cousin better come suppport me LOL&lt;br /&gt;AHH wad a day&lt;br /&gt;results&lt;br /&gt;did badly&lt;br /&gt;accounts damn u&lt;br /&gt;faith empire pls dun use it&lt;br /&gt;SPOT ON nice!!&lt;br /&gt;FSV here i come.&lt;br /&gt;lord let there be a way, not mine but yours. always urs&lt;br /&gt;fate destiney and Gods will&lt;br /&gt;never discourage never down&lt;br /&gt;ive tired, 1st time i did put in effort.&lt;br /&gt;im never goin down =)&lt;br /&gt;oh ya candice song(thumbs up) sellerable haha&lt;br /&gt;emmy voice!! frm auntie too princess!&lt;br /&gt;hmm do u think princess have gd singing voices?&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! muacks all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117103981688185979?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/117103981688185979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=117103981688185979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117103981688185979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117103981688185979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/02/dun-think-anyones-comin-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117078098707034929</id><published>2007-02-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:56:27.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant add images. dohhh..&lt;br /&gt;friday. woots time to face the music. little expectation. little hope. little feeling.little compliments. little love.little happiness.little time.little you.&lt;br /&gt;lots of regrets lots of angish.lots of work. lots of troubles.lots of colours.lots of msn.so little calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did vouchers. felt glad and happy. satisfying feeling. eventhough the eno i onli wan to sserpmi didnt have any effect lol oh wells life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;hungry for more projects hungry for film sound video.&lt;br /&gt;dear lord allow me to take flight on ur wings and see me through.amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117078098707034929?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/117078098707034929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=117078098707034929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117078098707034929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/117078098707034929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-add-images.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-117034574817516699</id><published>2007-02-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:02:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>filming vday thrillers&lt;br /&gt;nice nice =) marcus can act! hahahahaha just the facial expression abit retarded haha no offense haha in a nice way! man u can do it.&lt;br /&gt;the production vday is goin to be a blast&lt;br /&gt;2 out of 3 red heads(lights) went out. it totalli GGed. one burst wif a super loud explosion and it had smoke, it was beside me onli and scared the crap out of me. be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;break up wif ur gf/bf now! than dun have to buy presents! than patch back after tht! lol tht idiot&lt;br /&gt;felt the peace. sleeping well already, i left it all the God to watch over the result. good? bad? i cant do much i shalt not worry. quietly praying for a miracle =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117034574817516699?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/117034574817516699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats ur purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;what your main objective in life?&lt;br /&gt;did we come here, just for work and pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;get a job.. work.. get married.. kids.. blarblar even i can predict ur future.&lt;br /&gt;take a sec to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! so tell me wads ur purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;i sure know mine =)&lt;br /&gt;''hunky punk'' i jus want to let u know tht there are people tht realli cares for u, frends tht will go thru life wif u step by step. do not let the world rob u. fight. we are OF the world but no FOR the world.ill be keeping u dear in my prayers. wisdom! seek wisdom. muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-117017136162429569?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-116991357681141669</id><published>2007-01-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:59:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acted in a skit. wow scary sia, heart pounded super fast hahaha. half an hour of practicing. messy 150 reached church. practice. 244  run off to island creamery for camp Maharia chit chat. hahaha empty emily hah. its enjoyable though. than chiong bck to church like 315. than was suppose to meet brenda haha but too busy too meet! no! haha.than had service at 445 in my volcom shorts nice! 1st time&lt;br /&gt;acted like a noob geek&lt;br /&gt;high pants&lt;br /&gt;tucked in shirt&lt;br /&gt;hair down&lt;br /&gt;NO...&lt;br /&gt;NO....&lt;br /&gt;no money sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;pls dun kill me!&lt;br /&gt;darnn humiliated myself o wells all for God =) hope the new comers and AFL learn something abt the skit.not jus the humour but the heart behind the skit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-116991357681141669?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/116991357681141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=116991357681141669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116991357681141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116991357681141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/01/acted-in-skit.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-116987271182971115</id><published>2007-01-27T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:38:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUV...&lt;br /&gt;now i know my ABC's&lt;br /&gt;will u come and chat wif me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-116987271182971115?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/116987271182971115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y = MX + C a val event!&lt;br /&gt;2 Best frens&lt;br /&gt;2 different lives&lt;br /&gt;2 interwining stories&lt;br /&gt;1 simple equation&lt;br /&gt;on 10 Feb 07&lt;br /&gt;time 445&lt;br /&gt;venue Trinity adam road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:auntorthodox@hotmail.com"&gt;auntorthodox@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if u wan to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misson Arts-&lt;br /&gt;abt : a group of christian artist coming together to design/create Tshirts wif a conversation, giving u the chance to evengelise to ur frens and love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagets: the younger generation to wear and have NO shame about their relationship wif God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objective: to spread the word of God in a unique and creative way! this Tshirts brand is called '' no shame'' this encourages youths to not just wear chrisitian Tshirts just on sundays or saturdays but to be able to wear even to orchard road or various parties and have no shame of being a chrisitan =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand:No shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect: a tacky, fashionable,a meaning for every shirt, creative work of art and a chance to share the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE EXCITED. i know im! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results are near. wad will i be getting? nerve wreckeded. Cold sweat every single day.Pray pray pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-116987253212714028?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/116987253212714028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=116987253212714028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116987253212714028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116987253212714028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2007/01/y-mx-c-val-event-2-best-frens-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-116542094496655391</id><published>2006-12-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:02:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meeting time 11 at mandai zoo =) i reached 1115 in a way im sort of late BUT the two sisters were later like 1220 so i can confidently say tht im EARLY any protesters? haha awesome! haha yay and some idiot thinks tht i have a problem wif timing. lol its was amazing zoo experience, its been like 5 or 6 years since my last visit to the singapore zoo, when i step in the zoo slowly primary sch memories started to fill up in my head all the fun and whacky stuff little kids will do. its a drastic change alot of new sites and features upgrades and diners. saw, dirty lion lying on the rocky place, white tigers swimmin in the pool and waiting for the piece of meat thrown by the zoo keepers. lizards ottos seals penguins kangaroos butterfly and so many more. we practicalli cover almost all of them. goodness it is SWEETT! i watch lots of animal planet and watchin it real life is another thing its so different. and having the close encounter of many different animals =) hahaha oh ya oh ya the baboon! lol there is this baboon its butt and legs have like colours like COTTON candy colour haha its so funny and in the next min they were doin it. lol how unlucky haha we laughed our asses of and clifford felt hot watchin it ewww haha ed felt like a man now after wat took place! we saw komodo dragon iguna EMU hippos ants haha no donkey or fox haha and there are so many cats. its a wonder how God created such magificent creatures, have u ever wonder why he did tht and why like a tiger look like a tiger? sighh its jus so awesome how God create animals to be who they are and wat they are in this world. the sad part for the day was i realised some animals have realli small cages and enclosure sighh noob singapore zoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-116542094496655391?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/116542094496655391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=116542094496655391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116542094496655391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116542094496655391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/12/meeting-time-11-at-mandai-zoo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-116499042128049373</id><published>2006-12-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:30:18.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did my hair today, goshh sat for like 4hours waitin and for the long dreadful time to past. sat like 115pm to like 520pm goodness, wonder how my mum tahan so long jus to do her hair. it was frantic it was crazy choose the colour i wanted like a shade of black and it turned out to be like ash brown. got kinda pissed at 1st knwing tht my dad will kill me, had a super gloomy day. had leadershipcell wif pastor meow ( gary the snail ) shalt not say who started it haha but its a sweet joke la not mean or evil =) learnt abt commitment, and like giving all and everything to God. i feel tht sometimes it seems tht i gave very little on commitment and stuff i God go all forward to ask frens to go to church and its so wrong. gotta find my fren all courage to help me along this journey. so we had supper!! free supper thanks to sister cherly! each table had like 50 bucks to spend and like there was 3 tables hey hey we didnt spent all, bought cheap and sufficient food, thanks sister cherly u the man!&lt;br /&gt;oh so took a cab home wif clifforDO and waited for my dad.. knowin u did somethign wrong and jus waiting for something bad to happen realli stinks had people to pray for me, pray tht i wont get scolding LOL and right after telling them "crack" the door open and im like shoots gg.. dad came in didnt say a word, i said " hi dad sorry i dyed my hair, a colour tht displeases u realli sorry" he was like oh its ok its ok dont worry ur on holidays. YAYNESS hahaha went over to hug him hahaha ariel head pop out of the room. knowin i overcome it! prayer works wonders!muacks God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-116499042128049373?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/116499042128049373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=116499042128049373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116499042128049373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/116499042128049373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/12/did-my-hair-today-goshh-sat-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-115824711309282319</id><published>2006-09-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:18:33.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAD IS ONE THING,THAT U DO NOT WANT TO TELL ME? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-115824711309282319?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/115824711309282319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=115824711309282319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/115824711309282319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/115824711309282319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/09/wad-is-one-thingthat-u-do-not-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-115124930953077382</id><published>2006-06-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:32:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a free man. confessed all my confession in my life, never felt tht happy, tht relief in my life. goodness. thanks guys for being so understanding. its realli me! all these while. im sorry once again than it wil never happen again. sang kiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like 2 weeks in spore wif my dad and my maid. went out wif my pops a couple of times to have a decent meal, hmm i was able to communicate wif him wifout getting a lecture. even watched a movie together a fatherly movie R.V on parents day ( its so retarded,  i think he was me to learn some moral though tht show lol) . but wad the hell i had nothin to do and out of love, i went ahead to watch it wif pops. i learned an important msg frm pastor jeff on tht saturday , that family are frens and we have to encouraged spend time, love and appriciate eveyone of them. dunno if i have been doin tht so far. hmm nope. wadever i did or i said, i have my reason. u know i hate to express how i feel to u. so im not goin. hmm let time take it course hope i will be able consume it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makin a wise decision thts wad i learnt. im not sure if im makin a right one. sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-115124930953077382?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/115124930953077382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=115124930953077382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/115124930953077382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/115124930953077382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-free-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-114770821582448735</id><published>2006-05-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:50:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do i show love to me dad? any advice? im struggling wif my problems in my family, my dads the main topic. i cant seem to get wad he is saying, i always wonder if he is right or wrong, becos i always feel tht sometime he over does a certain thing and i feel so uptight cos i dun believe wad he tells me and nags at me. for instance i slept like 3 hours in the afternoon cos im tired, its not tht i do it always. and he got so pissed and called for a family meeting which lasted two hours. i realli didnt wan to drag the whole thing as i wanted to end it early. so for once i didnt argue wif him and listen. ok fine.. i talked back abit. cos i wasnt feeling right.  he always assume tht we dont love him and wad so ever.  in fact, i do, is just tht it is so hard to show him love, as he keeps expecting and always tellin us tht, he wont be around and we should spend more and alo of time wif him and show him love and take iniciative to  talk to him to communicate wif him. i tried, but i seriously, i mean seriously dun know wad to say! i ask hows his day hows work, he goes "its gd very easy" im like. "cool". i realli dunno wad to talk abt. GURLS? frens? sports? problems? i share more stuff my my mum as she is much more open and often listens and she does not judge me, but my dad.. totali different. he will think tht problem is stupid and i shld not have to worry over such a small matter, tht i have to worry abt other more impt stuff and he will start a 3 hours dreadfl sermon.  he is so strict tht i'm afraid tht i would say something wrong, if u know me. i might be quite spastic at times and talk alot of nonsense. but how do show him i care? i hate to be someone im not. i hate show him i love him out of afraid he might nagged once again. i hate not being me. i like to do the things my way. by listenin to him and not commiting crimes or break the law and dont do thing stuupid is a way i show love, tht i dont wan to create any trouble. u expect a 17 yr old guy, sweet talkin his heavily bearded strict dad which can be so unreasonable!! i asked God to cool my temper and not carry things overboard and make a mess out of it. i dun wanna disobey him or anything i just dun get it! he say tht if i cant communicate wif my own earthly father, how am i suppose to love and communticate wif God tht one cant see. when he talks about fatherly love and stuff, he always seem to create an example tht if u dun show love to me how can u show love to the heavenly father in heaven? and i get super puzzle as my dad dun go to church at all now adays for like a few years i dont knw the reason but, if im not wrong he said something like the pastors are not gd and his favorite pastor got moved out to other country or something, i mean wad the?? u go church jus becos of the pastor, whether he is gd or not? but i knw tht wht ever he says i gotta respect him and listen. i dunno if its like true and all and these pass few days has been a nightmare, dunno if its the opposition tryin to stop me from growin in the lord. im clueless, i would love a word of advice. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-114770821582448735?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/114770821582448735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=114770821582448735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/114770821582448735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/114770821582448735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-do-i-show-love-to-me-dad-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-114568323941652958</id><published>2006-04-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:31:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is an unspoken thread tht binds the relationship between a man and his God, a mother and he child, a people and its elected leaders, and numerous other ties tht are healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;It is called Trust&lt;br /&gt;You will understand wat Trust is, and why it means so much to people, if you have done a simple excercise called the Trust fall. The trust fall was an integral part of a US-based outdor team building programme. I remembered u neeeded a wooden inverted L platform set 2m above the ground. You climb up, step to the platform's forwad edge, turn half around, cross ur arms over ur chest, elbows tucked into ut rib cage, healls together. Than u fall backwards into the waiting interlocked arms of ur team mates below. They are formed in a row facing each other, their arms locked in, forearms and palms faced flat up to catch u. It is not as easy as it seems. This is a test tht of whether u have enough trust to totalli give up control of ur reflexes and believe tht ur team mates will not let u hit the ground. Not surprisingly very few people are able to fall gracefully. Becos very few are able to give up control completely. There are a number of improbables here tht act to screw you up. 1stly, u are not 2m above ground. When u are at the edge of the platform and u look down at ur lined up team mates, u are nearly4m above ground. Tht's becos ur preception of height up there rest in ur eye's not ur feet. N so u will feel dizzy and very vulnerable. 2ndly try as u may, it is so tough to give up control of ur own will to survive. Our deep primeval instinct to live is too strg to surrender to anyone readily, this is why betrayal of trust translates into a very personal hurt. When u entrust ur life or well being to the other guy u expect tht it will be very will looked after, like his own. No less&lt;br /&gt;Trust is like a silk thread strong yet easily frayed, snip it and its goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-114568323941652958?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/114568323941652958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=114568323941652958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/114568323941652958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/114568323941652958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-unspoken-thread-tht-binds.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113915352114124589</id><published>2006-02-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:32:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is short and unpredictable. so pls treasure it wif ur love ones, i have not tell anyone abt it. not even a single person i know. knows tht my dog, silver pass away.  i hate thinging of it its seriously wrecks this puny heartless heart of mine. it was like during the 2nd day of chinese new yr. heard tht the vet called up my mum. and she told me. my mind went blank did not realli absorbed anything at all. trying to not face reality did not thing abt it much. till the time came to say my goodbyes. i told my mum i do not want to go and see silver. but my dad forced me to. i dragged myself there. waiting and waiting for our turn to see silver. i though abt the times i had wif the little bubby of mine. i realised i did not treat him tht well. as he is my 1st dog i had font memories of him running in my garden hugging him all the lovely time jus being around him.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRETED NOT SPENDING ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;went in the room i saw him lying there so helplessly.. in my mind i said "come back silver come back to me" i sobbed so hard and everytime i think abt it, tears start flowing down. i cant stand it. maybe its my fault for not walkin him so often i blame myself myself for everything thts happen. i realli hope to spend more time i will give anything just to see him and feel his lovely coat once again.. i miss him lots.. my 1st dog although his anminal or my pet. he will be be so loved by me. sorry silver for i have not taken enough care of u. miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113915352114124589?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113915352114124589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113915352114124589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113915352114124589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113915352114124589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-short-and-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113518516000811352</id><published>2005-12-22T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:12:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas is comin? and im not done wif shopping.. hmm imagine me shopping ssshheeh! cant huh? hey u think im a mama's boy huh? haha u got it wrong i shop on my own on xmas.. haha onli xmas.. spend lots on presents, haha sometimes frens give u gifts and u did not get him or her one. will u feel bad? i know i do, i have a fren thts getting me one he asked if he wants to exchaged gifts wif me and u also told me tht he already bought it! haha i was shocked and feeling so bad tht i did not get him anything haha his kinda funni cos i think tht if u wan to give gifts dun expect anything in return, it all comes frm the heart as the saying goes "its the thought tht count" hmm better prepare some some gifts like candycane or something haha. hmm yup  its an wonderful yr i guess.. cos i have extra cash to spludge on good food, having fun getting nicer presents for fam and frens. nothing realli bad happen, lot and lots of gd things happen this yr. church camp! lots of fun and empowering, knowing jian yang, getting hold of clement, finalli tht bugger came back to church. closer to my darling felix. especialli getting closer to god and my parents and siblings. not to brag or anything some thing super happen this yr. my huskey's accidentalli mated and gave birth to the 2nd batch of 4 pups all female. and its wonderful to meet "emmy" my sweetie pie! she adorable =) if u did not get it, its a puppy haha. yup, new ministry in church is forming aint tht great? bubye 2005 come over here 2006 CHEERs have a Merry Christmas you all. God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113518516000811352?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113518516000811352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113518516000811352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113518516000811352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113518516000811352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-comin-and-im-not-done-wif.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113443668191313367</id><published>2005-12-13T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:55:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Infused camp, first for some last for me. this is the last camp tht TCC youth is conducting, gosh i love camps the most, we will not be having anymore camps as the numbers of youths tht are attendin Igyite ministry is rapidly increasing in numbers, as we cant find a proper place to have all 350++ people to have a camp, so gosh.. its the end than. but i have enjoyed it all till it lasted. first day was kinda crappy, we had this game, where they taught us to trust our leader. we were told to run wif our blind folds on, to the otherside of the court there are alot of obsticles ahead when i first came. i knew that they will take away the obsticles so i run quite fast.. lol.. as my group leader A was beside me shoutting "run, run , run" haha but at the end ,u group leader did not tell me to stop and i kiled myself. by running and smashing the gate and hurt my face i ran straight through smashed the fence of the court and my nose and face was filled wif cuts. i looked horried, and was feeling super sore and ugly.. lol. hmm i was realli pissed and ego got crushed.. alittle while later when i was at the other stations, brother kafia came up to me a spoke words of encouragement to me help me set things straight, after talkin to him i felt better.. it was a wake up call frm God. wow THX anyways i had realli great 2nd day at the camp we had night games, it was a blast violent and gross but fun! imagine putting on a stockings on u rhead and the end of the stockings is filled wif powder.. hmm and its been used over and over again.. all the sweat and nose crap.. eeww.. haha funni.. i went and played it although it stinks but ya its FUN, after game we were told tht,pastor Gerald spoke to us telling us tht we must be united. that we have to forgive each other and stuffy.. as i read the last post i had a bad relationship wif a fren i trusted but yeah i changed and try to forgive him slowly bit by bit.. hows tht. 3nd nite service its powerful i love services it never ends! it goes on and on and on.. wow.. how cool is tht.  worshipping the lord forever.. music rocks real hard.. wow i love trina darn good drummer.. shes my idol... wanna meet her! hey suming up camp wad awesome, this camp will be the camp tht impacted my live forever. and i wont go back to my old ways. =) amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113443668191313367?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113443668191313367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113443668191313367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113443668191313367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113443668191313367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/12/infused-camp-first-for-some-last-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113328524222792023</id><published>2005-11-30T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:27:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frens are impt in all our lifes. we shld not take them lightly. frens do not always appear right in front of ur doorstep, knockin and keep waiting for u to open up. they are there to support to keep u accompany, no matter how moody u are, they will be there to comfort u. each fren have different characteristic, different reasons u enjoy hanging around wif them. each of them are special. firstly. robert, he is a realli small guy thts been growing alot lately, come to think of it im afraid tht he would out grow me! his very frenly and nice, understanding as always and he will never turn u down or upset u. nvr. hmm not yet maybe..=) ha than there is clement, cheecky as always, his one fun exciting person nver know wads goin to happen next. his so unpreditable and funni, he his this aura to attracts chicks wohhoo wish i had some...=(  haha lixychel aka felix, (dun mind me boasting for u) smart ars, he got all A1for all his subjects except chinese an A2. his in chinese high. dam his good! the utimate nerd. always smilin, acting faggorty and all very nice person, how i wish he would be more open and not shy, than he will be a super sweet talker to all the girls in church man and show them wad he is realli made of!! haha wasted huh? there are others in my life tht has be constantly makin me smile and there by my side  didi, which has been sliming and look awesome, jasper, irman,kathy although we have not been tht close now, hope we stay buds. give me a call now and than. haha wee and cannot forget my cell memebers. each and every one so alive and igynited for god. waah man so nice and happy ppl. amanda cell leader and always seem to encourage  everyone. telling them not to give up and all. hannah's so spunky and funni, u tell the most awesome jokes for a gal,sings and play the guitar lovely=) and candice, she a realli gorgeous LITTLE gal haha with a loud voice, tht is able to hit the cord C6 amazing huh! theres ashleigh, thts generous,anna tht has scared little brothers, but so nice to talk to on the phone. MAN its so easy to talk to u haha dun know why, and very nice, cos she lend me some nice anime, and.. i wanna borrow more so gotta compliment haha! dan, wow great in the bumble bee song haha.. shung whos super helpful and alive. shes so so so helpful thinkin abt others. and ivan =) nice guy who makes me fill like home during cell.wow nearly forget my cell sabo queen mich wow.. her forfeits are super paiseh one.. cannot lose in the coming cell gels. haha. so nice tooooo. How come all of them are refered to so nice?? hmm beats me.. well yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But becareful, there are those who will  befren u, not all of them are as nice as my bunch of frens up there. frens tht betray ur trust and crashed ur secrets, are not worth keeping.tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are. -_- dissappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113328524222792023?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113328524222792023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113328524222792023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113328524222792023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113328524222792023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/11/frens-are-impt-in-all-our-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113267402761064367</id><published>2005-11-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:40:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wad makes u, you. ya! wad makes u,you? is it ur lovely smile? ur gorgeous eye? ur voluptuous lips? ur funky cool hairdo? wad u wear, how to present urself to people? is it the way u express urself? hmm have u wonder why we as human wanna look good, dress well, smell good? for those who know me, you guys shld know im a kinda of a vain person. haha. and its NOT a crime to be vain. but!... its a sign of insecurity! uh huh! so..now u know tht im not very confident in myself, tryin to be the better and nicer yup yup hmm.. i seriously do not know why im such a vainpot but ya.. my dad tells me its a act of insercurity wanting ppl to notice me! hmm maybe..=) hmmm but so! it doesnt kill to look gd rite? or try to look gd. many ppl do countless of things to change how they are. getting facial treatments spa. etc etc. tht can realli help. but wad abt inside of u? character, charisma the way present urself. wad abt the people u mix with, the rotton words u used. even though u may look real gd in the outside but deep down ur filled wif loads and truckload of trash.god made us the way we are. truely we humans would tend to modify the way we may look, the stuff we put on our body or face. but we must try our best to be clean outside and inside.and tht will make u. You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113267402761064367?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113267402761064367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113267402761064367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113267402761064367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113267402761064367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/11/wad-makes-u-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-113172816160669787</id><published>2005-11-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:56:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wishing on a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;the dreams alone get you far&lt;br /&gt;cant deny your feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;the world is waiting right outside your door&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;come on heres your chance&lt;br /&gt;dont let it slip right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;your dreams arive on the wind&lt;br /&gt;just reach out and pull them in&lt;br /&gt;get ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;in your heart you know what you must do&lt;br /&gt;you only got yourself to answer to&lt;br /&gt;dont let fear of falling hold you down&lt;br /&gt;your spirts flying high above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;you go right there&lt;br /&gt;come on heres your chance&lt;br /&gt;dont let it slip right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;your dreams arive on the wind&lt;br /&gt;just reach out and pull them in&lt;br /&gt;get ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;your on your way no looking back&lt;br /&gt;and theres no future living in the past&lt;br /&gt;your free at last&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;your free at last&lt;br /&gt;come on heres your chance&lt;br /&gt;dont let it slip right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;your dreams arive on the wind&lt;br /&gt;just reach out and pull them in&lt;br /&gt;get ready for the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;come on&lt;br /&gt;come on&lt;br /&gt;get ready&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;your dreams arvie on the wind&lt;br /&gt;just reach out and pull them in&lt;br /&gt;get ready for the ride of your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-113172816160669787?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/113172816160669787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=113172816160669787' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113172816160669787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/113172816160669787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/11/wishing-on-shooting-star-dreams-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723428.post-112999926593800170</id><published>2005-10-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:54:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having an invisible crush? likin some one and not getting any back. i have been asked " shld i still continue liking?" for me? its kinda no.yup it takes two hands to clap, u cant eat soup wifout a spoon. but hey, ur still young and there are many opportunites in life out there waiting for u to discover. it takes time thts all. haha let fate and destiny lead u the way. darn, this sounds realli corny so i shall say God, let God be the provider for the rite one. theres always some one out there for u, i assure u. wait. be patient and live life to the fullest and have lots of fun! and its stupid to get depressed over a little problem, u growing and maturing there are so many problems tht u will definitely face, so think of it as a obstacle, a hudle tht u must cross,by getting sad and depressed over such a small matter i will worry wad life throws at u.but im always here for u. as ur older brother i wanna say tht im like always there for u when u need me and i wanna be there to lend u my shoulder to cry and wipe ur mucus on. chill k? talk abt it and pray abt it. i broke out of it already. i used to have a huge crush on mzmr and realli i found out that just being a fren is so much rewarding than goin steady, u dont realli have to literaly be wif him. u can be wif him as a fren and chat, go out and have fun. i wan u to be strong to be able to pick urself up when ever u fall,be abit more thick skin! if he doesn't feel the same way then its his lost, as ur a realli valuable treasure tht has not yet been found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-112999926593800170?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/112999926593800170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=112999926593800170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112999926593800170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112999926593800170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/10/having-invisible-crush-likin-some-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-112983194257751104</id><published>2005-10-21T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T02:12:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breakin up. have u ever wonder why the 1st stead u got is so difficult to forget? i got a fren who cant forget this gal tht broke up wif him. i would say shes kinda flirt and cheap. opps no offense since.. ok nvm. in every relationship there a start and an end, no point cryin abt it and be dishearted by it its over, face the fact. look on the bright side ur more expierence and u grew frm a boy to a man. although u lost money, time and ur heart in this relationship at least u gain some thing out of it. when u even start dating pls know tht sooner or later its goin to end and the realilty, yes it sucks but is life ur young having a gal now is just to prepare u for ur future wife. pls bare in mind all u shattered heart. smile as the sun is rising again there will be a next. tht includes u jasper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-112983194257751104?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/112983194257751104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=112983194257751104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112983194257751104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112983194257751104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/10/breakin-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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-17723428.post-112961395818329730</id><published>2005-10-18T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:39:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st time penin so dun be mean. feeling seriously bored in my dads office. its like 125 and im not heading for lunch? my tummies calling.. "BEN i wan FOOD!" sigh.. i will be here like till friday. wad a horrible and crappy week to spend. everything i do in the office is kinda new and sort of "fun". its too quiet. no music playin today.i ate chocolate and drank slurpee! weee serious i dun understand why i started to bloggin? hmm i dun mind readin blogs with great content and conflict. its realli fun where by people scold each other in the blog and its so fun to see them mess ppls blog but seriously its evil to do so. pss i like to read them so hilarious how people scold especialli all the cheenahz speaking people. bloggin wads the purpose for bloggin? wads the meanin of blog? im wandering. i once heard abt people in the radio talkin abt bloggin. some people think bloggin is a way where by its to attract attention and boast? hmm any suggestions or comment? why do people tell wad they do in life and stuff? eg.(i ate chocolates and drank slurpee) i mean who cares? lol, am i contridicting myself haha.i have read countless of blogs so to make mine interesting i shall post topics for readers like ya to answer and think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17723428-112961395818329730?l=auntorthodox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/feeds/112961395818329730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17723428&amp;postID=112961395818329730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112961395818329730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17723428/posts/default/112961395818329730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntorthodox.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-time-penin-so-dun-be-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03263093015234345723</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></feed>
