<?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-5898408617604554435</id><updated>2012-02-02T01:21:31.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*giggles*</title><subtitle type='html'>IT IS A LAND THE LORD YOUR GOD CARES FOR; THE EYES OF THE LORD YOUR GOD ARE CONTINUALLY ON IT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR TO ITS END (Deut. 11:12)..........



THEREFORE DO NOT WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW, FOR TOMORROW WILL WORRY ABOUT ITSELF. EACH DAY HAS ENOUGH TROUBLE OF ITS OWN. (Matt 6:34)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>365</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8098701611210143533</id><published>2011-12-22T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:23:01.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I very happening</title><content type='html'>Busy busy meeting up with people, christmas presentation, James' MV and packing (or about to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome. Started off with a morning 40mins walk with Deb at Kiara park. Talking and panting at the same time wasn't easy. But good stuff! especially since dance ended last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, managed to catch lunch with Jas last minute! Was such a great time. Waited half an hour for her to find a parking and then spent time eating fried chicken with our hands while we talk about life, nonsense and everything else. Then, we went shopping for her grandad's present and finally grocery shopping. Hilarious. Took a couple of minutes deciding on which beef to get, making fun of food brands and lastly when we went to pay......express counter was for 8 items and below. How many she had? 10. Ten. So, I took the 2 lightest stuff. The herbs. =.= and we paid separately.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy behind us holding to 2 coconuts in his hands. Oh that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance practice went well too. Oh the beautiful lights!!! I pulled a muscle on my shoulder and I hope it'll heal before Saturday. My last performance here. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today. Though the sky was gloomy, my day felt well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8098701611210143533?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8098701611210143533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8098701611210143533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8098701611210143533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8098701611210143533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-very-happening.html' title='I very happening'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8087656811166636016</id><published>2011-12-10T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:02:30.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQV9UL4EqWc/TuNjeSH_y7I/AAAAAAAABKg/l-K-YvqNhio/s1600/BOY%2BCRYING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQV9UL4EqWc/TuNjeSH_y7I/AAAAAAAABKg/l-K-YvqNhio/s320/BOY%2BCRYING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684496526584302514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't study when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I can't rub my wet eyes when I have contacts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. If you don't open a door for me now, I'm gonna start loosing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8087656811166636016?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8087656811166636016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8087656811166636016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8087656811166636016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8087656811166636016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-study-when-i-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQV9UL4EqWc/TuNjeSH_y7I/AAAAAAAABKg/l-K-YvqNhio/s72-c/BOY%2BCRYING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-667965917149536678</id><published>2011-12-09T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:03:06.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first bye byes. The last CF meeting. Hmm...I've so much to reflect on, which I will do after finals. Today was like every other meeting but with more goodbyes. Those graduating and leaving overseas got hand decorated cups! So touching *sniffs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, met up with a friend I have been planning to. Hearing how God has planned everything for her seemed so unbelievable. As I sat there for a couple of minutes just amazed, there I was partly worrying about me. Where was my miracle? at the 11th hour again? Where was the assurance that she got? We both shared our parts and agreed that the annoying and troubling part was WAITING. Waiting for answers, confirmation and on God.&lt;br /&gt;*exhales* my heart is so not at ease. Daily I get reminders and emails about this from mum and dad and I just don't know what to do. I feel like flying to aus right now and march to Curtin to get answers myself. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdpCkyEV9UY/TuP7pWLM2DI/AAAAAAAABKs/CwRim0QGGLI/s1600/375423_10150604748350620_686895619_11730080_67634316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdpCkyEV9UY/TuP7pWLM2DI/AAAAAAAABKs/CwRim0QGGLI/s320/375423_10150604748350620_686895619_11730080_67634316_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684663842417465394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Putting all that aside, I was a great day. Dim sum &amp;amp; berbonding with Esther, being there for the last CF for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more to do! (and now I shall go back to studying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-667965917149536678?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/667965917149536678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=667965917149536678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/667965917149536678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/667965917149536678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates-today-i-had-my-first-bye-byes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdpCkyEV9UY/TuP7pWLM2DI/AAAAAAAABKs/CwRim0QGGLI/s72-c/375423_10150604748350620_686895619_11730080_67634316_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2053492758393915579</id><published>2011-12-01T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:11:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MS. GRUMPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTWqc5Fre3M/TtebdR1u5wI/AAAAAAAABJM/rI_phTF1DHU/s1600/Grumpy05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTWqc5Fre3M/TtebdR1u5wI/AAAAAAAABJM/rI_phTF1DHU/s320/Grumpy05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681180382258456322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel terrible. Especially this past week. I'm pissed at people for the smallest reasons. Pissed at technology, pissed at people nagging, pissed at not understanding what I'm studying, pissed at thinking of apologizing, pissed at myself for getting ticked off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2053492758393915579?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2053492758393915579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2053492758393915579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2053492758393915579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2053492758393915579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/12/ms-grumpy.html' title='MS. GRUMPY'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTWqc5Fre3M/TtebdR1u5wI/AAAAAAAABJM/rI_phTF1DHU/s72-c/Grumpy05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2966621394090569344</id><published>2011-11-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:11:55.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2U_gGSyVk/TticAw_5OxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/jyjscZn-MxY/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2U_gGSyVk/TticAw_5OxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/jyjscZn-MxY/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681462466894707474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super chun outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Friday was the last day of work at Peter &amp;amp; Jane. Celebrating  children's day with them made my day. Once again, the pretty,  interesting and smart costumes and......FOOD. There were cakes,  cupcakes, chocolates, cookies and junk food everywhere. Oh how I miss  celebrating children's day in primary school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gonna  miss them. So much. It's kinda sad to know that they might forget me.  When I visit next year, there will be new faces and faces who are no  longer there. It is sad. Will miss those  who are moving on to primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ngw0xJyuA/TtiYmRzLKeI/AAAAAAAABJk/NMnfDhvz8jI/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ngw0xJyuA/TtiYmRzLKeI/AAAAAAAABJk/NMnfDhvz8jI/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681458713308375522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AUv6R-ol-E/TtiXIYzv7zI/AAAAAAAABJY/9DOhEsNtFfQ/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AUv6R-ol-E/TtiXIYzv7zI/AAAAAAAABJY/9DOhEsNtFfQ/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681457100282130226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdTHfkwBWo0/TticAr8PswI/AAAAAAAABJw/bC5JGmZNTmE/s1600/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdTHfkwBWo0/TticAr8PswI/AAAAAAAABJw/bC5JGmZNTmE/s320/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681462465537225474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'superstar' in nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IMvIo3_ZXY/Ttigni8yFrI/AAAAAAAABKU/a-zWTi0U7tU/s1600/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IMvIo3_ZXY/Ttigni8yFrI/AAAAAAAABKU/a-zWTi0U7tU/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681467531184969394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with gorgeous eyes and brings fruit to school everyday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2966621394090569344?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2966621394090569344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2966621394090569344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2966621394090569344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2966621394090569344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/11/bye-bye-kiddos.html' title='Bye bye kiddos'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2U_gGSyVk/TticAw_5OxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/jyjscZn-MxY/s72-c/IMG_0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2479351361803513434</id><published>2011-10-28T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:27:32.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceptions, perceptions.</title><content type='html'>Few things I learnt in CF today :&lt;br /&gt;-God does what is best for His church. If anyone stood out like gangrene, they will be rid off like Ananias and Sapphira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything came down to this amazing truth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judgement always comes hand in hand with Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....that God judges in love, and His love is just.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2479351361803513434?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2479351361803513434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2479351361803513434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2479351361803513434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2479351361803513434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/10/perceptions-perceptions.html' title='Perceptions, perceptions.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8651262946790394563</id><published>2011-10-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T02:19:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7gx-ek9LlQ/TqEv8iVNw8I/AAAAAAAABFk/n7h8LDCZyuI/s1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7gx-ek9LlQ/TqEv8iVNw8I/AAAAAAAABFk/n7h8LDCZyuI/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665862523263239106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Redeeming Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another beautiful, captivating, heart-pounding novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The word 'Love'. What meaning does it carry, or is it a foul word?. The disgusting past people carry like ‘old baggage’ everywhere they go. Perceptions on others and the bitterness people carry due to unknowingly forming judgments. The beauty of knowing God forgives and will never forsake his children. The terrible feeling of guilt acting as though nothing had happened. Accepting another’s judgment, believing the shame belongs. Once like this, always like this. The feeling of unworthy-ness to receive unconditional love from another. The feeling of life and warmth when someone brushes on one’s skin instead of being numb to touch. Knowing the importance of being loved. A love that comes with sacrifice and not pride. To believe that God works through anyone. And to also know that God is a jealous God. To know my identity in Him and not wrap myself around what others say about me behind my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My loving father, I pray that you guard my heart as how I read about the character Francine Rivers wrote in her novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Afe2wp-SM1s/TqEv8sQ61UI/AAAAAAAABFs/-fDUQLHvF5U/s1600/Redeeming-Love-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Afe2wp-SM1s/TqEv8sQ61UI/AAAAAAAABFs/-fDUQLHvF5U/s320/Redeeming-Love-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665862525929575746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make you stand in awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look inside my heart and be amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who I am is quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wanna be worthy of love and BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style=" text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Beautiful by Bethany Dilon-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8651262946790394563?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8651262946790394563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8651262946790394563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8651262946790394563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8651262946790394563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='Love &amp; Redemption'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7gx-ek9LlQ/TqEv8iVNw8I/AAAAAAAABFk/n7h8LDCZyuI/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3391863929060464730</id><published>2011-10-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T02:20:14.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSUA_fw7nG0/TqEzvlVYFLI/AAAAAAAABGg/0C7lzWJRkcM/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSUA_fw7nG0/TqEzvlVYFLI/AAAAAAAABGg/0C7lzWJRkcM/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665866698777433266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-4zVDcrP1c/TqEzvyJX2SI/AAAAAAAABGs/TmAMlMBd_lc/s1600/IMG_9930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-4zVDcrP1c/TqEzvyJX2SI/AAAAAAAABGs/TmAMlMBd_lc/s320/IMG_9930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665866702216747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah….what a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls’ part 2 was amazing. The deco was great, the photo booth was perfect with the lights and additional props, the food was yummy, beautiful &amp;amp; sumptuous desserts were made by a friend, pretty door gifts, the girls dressed beautifully, endless photo taking and ministry time with Mrs Piper was such a success when the Holy Spirit worked through some of the girls. All the effort, moments of dissatisfaction, lack of sleep etc didn’t matter anymore during the event. God was there to turn all imperfection to His perfect plan. I can breathe out and say “Thank you God for humbling moments and the girls truly are, your precious, beautiful princesses. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIbbvGiQ-o0/TqEzvR4M20I/AAAAAAAABGU/ECU5l9tsR8k/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIbbvGiQ-o0/TqEzvR4M20I/AAAAAAAABGU/ECU5l9tsR8k/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665866693554789186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Home-baked! With butterflies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7buDnPRfqw/TqE1V5j4TlI/AAAAAAAABHI/CZV88pzpTMs/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7buDnPRfqw/TqE1V5j4TlI/AAAAAAAABHI/CZV88pzpTMs/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665868456553631314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks amazing, no? They tasted sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFkny7v-GFs/TqEzuJKkzDI/AAAAAAAABF8/Tq0jHQyzoHY/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFkny7v-GFs/TqEzuJKkzDI/AAAAAAAABF8/Tq0jHQyzoHY/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665866674036067378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iySReNdhXXc/TqE39bgPDPI/AAAAAAAABHQ/SdF0K9Wpy6g/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iySReNdhXXc/TqE39bgPDPI/AAAAAAAABHQ/SdF0K9Wpy6g/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665871334703303922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYnSq1v393c/TqE39prYVSI/AAAAAAAABHc/1QJAWmYdmsQ/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYnSq1v393c/TqE39prYVSI/AAAAAAAABHc/1QJAWmYdmsQ/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665871338508145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance to 'The Real Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuBrdz41yE4/TqE1Vn8lykI/AAAAAAAABG4/mhWYiZzm9K0/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuBrdz41yE4/TqE1Vn8lykI/AAAAAAAABG4/mhWYiZzm9K0/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665868451825437250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, do we just love dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, we all looked sleepy, some zoned out and some overly hyper. Our small presentation for Pastor’s birthday turned out to be a beautiful moment for him. I can’t imagine any other way to redo the performance. The song touched his heart, the funny moments at the end with strimmers and party hats created a cheery atmosphere. Thank you God for a loving pastor who has such a big heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3391863929060464730?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3391863929060464730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3391863929060464730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3391863929060464730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3391863929060464730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSUA_fw7nG0/TqEzvlVYFLI/AAAAAAAABGg/0C7lzWJRkcM/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-5561359092821509243</id><published>2011-10-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:47:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selah in Progress</title><content type='html'>After Annette's sharing in CF today, I realize how important it is to have 'company' with God and that it's OK to blame God and wrestle with Him about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, something happened. I have to give away RM50 for a lousy cause. The fault is mine.....but I don't see how this is 'beneficial'. It's a lot. And with what's been happening, I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then......today I learnt that its not in quiet places or places of serenity where I should try to find God, but in my current situation. It's a whole lot of effort......but it's worth the try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-5561359092821509243?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5561359092821509243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=5561359092821509243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5561359092821509243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5561359092821509243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/10/selah-in-progress.html' title='Selah in Progress'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6301114648111733808</id><published>2011-09-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:09:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>So glad to be dancing again!!! after a weeks of 'break'. Had a torturous start that I cannot lift my arms for even 1 minute without feeling the heavy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up today, OMG. I really Did get a sorethroat!!! The funny part is I got it yesterday in dance class. Being upside down, trying to swallow my saliva. Seriously, what a fascinating and disappointing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christine's last day working in P&amp;amp;J. Glad to know her and work with her these past weeks and the atmosphere will get more quiet without her around. So sweet to give us all a farewell present. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and Sat is time for brainstorming and berbonding with CF committee once again. What a packed weekend. Now that I think of it.........in just a week+, I've had and will be involved in 5 worship sessions. O_O  Good stuff. I love singing. Even if I sound off sometimes. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6301114648111733808?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6301114648111733808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6301114648111733808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6301114648111733808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6301114648111733808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2608652428221372977</id><published>2011-09-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:25:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Women Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQanm6lL34I/TnGYRqBcApI/AAAAAAAABFU/WmEgsUbHwlw/s1600/317703_10150311941239681_562529680_8069913_1586396925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQanm6lL34I/TnGYRqBcApI/AAAAAAAABFU/WmEgsUbHwlw/s320/317703_10150311941239681_562529680_8069913_1586396925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652466436432200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"United"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for such a time as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an amazing experience I had. Pastors Jem, Sam Evans, Debbie Prescott and the founder of Tenaganita, Irene Fernandez made huge impacts in the 24hrs we had. I've come out of the hall yesterday, more confident, free, brave, filled with joy, and trusting God much more. God worked something in me. It's just unexplainable to suddenly have a new feeling in me. =)&lt;br /&gt;The words spoken by Ps Sam were so true. That Jesus is terrifying and fun, the God doesn't bring storms to 'test' our faith and that Jesus is already in my boat(destiny) throughout the journey to the other side. As she made us shout individually yesterday, it really pushed me. Something I haven't been experiencing for awhile and I'm glad for a cold-fresh wake up call.  "I'm crossing over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene also shared her story and experience with girls who were trafficked. Crazy stuff. About 2 mil of the population in Malaysia are illegal workers. Hearing about how girls and women are tricked into prostitution seems like a story heard so often......and its disturbing. Promised a job to provide for their family and then have their identity and integrity taken away without any say. People treated even Worse than animals. It really is sad to hear God's creation being treated by another in such a way. It makes me cringe after watching each movie clip concerning this during the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had friends who went. What a great, priceless experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that.....&lt;br /&gt;I attended youth today with a different attitude. The songs chosen and the sharing by Isaac and Kelsey seemed to be connected with what I've gained at the conference. I went today with so much confidence I wished I had since forever. Woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39MKfznLRwI/TnGaJMUL2AI/AAAAAAAABFc/g8_ifL30p3Q/s1600/321272_10150311940154681_562529680_8069906_1281132634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39MKfznLRwI/TnGaJMUL2AI/AAAAAAAABFc/g8_ifL30p3Q/s320/321272_10150311940154681_562529680_8069906_1281132634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652468490042071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing over!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2608652428221372977?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2608652428221372977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2608652428221372977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2608652428221372977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2608652428221372977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/09/kingdom-women-conference.html' title='Kingdom Women Conference'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQanm6lL34I/TnGYRqBcApI/AAAAAAAABFU/WmEgsUbHwlw/s72-c/317703_10150311941239681_562529680_8069913_1586396925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1772941659563252622</id><published>2011-09-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:10:00.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of encouragement  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms His child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was my last bible study with Lydia. I've learnt so much from her and the quote she shared above is something so comforting. To know that God is the absolute authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ATRZTx2brA/TmbTXg-EMaI/AAAAAAAABFM/yj2C05H2okM/s1600/ATT00037.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ATRZTx2brA/TmbTXg-EMaI/AAAAAAAABFM/yj2C05H2okM/s320/ATT00037.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649435183523574178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Life isn't about waiting for the                                  storm to pass...It's about                                  learning to dance in the                                  rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another quote today from an email mummy sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1772941659563252622?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1772941659563252622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1772941659563252622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1772941659563252622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1772941659563252622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/09/words-of-encouragement.html' title='Words of encouragement  =)'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ATRZTx2brA/TmbTXg-EMaI/AAAAAAAABFM/yj2C05H2okM/s72-c/ATT00037.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3574475370494972226</id><published>2011-09-02T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:53:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came to Aus on such a cold day, and now I'm leaving on another. Brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be up in....4 hours. Dark, freezing morning. And not looking forward to another un-sleep-able flight by Air Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3574475370494972226?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3574475370494972226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3574475370494972226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3574475370494972226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3574475370494972226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-came-to-aus-on-such-cold-day-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8525468907924318790</id><published>2011-08-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:41:00.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day of Aus trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zX_h11XNKGg/TluAEeaO17I/AAAAAAAABFE/f00HIU8508Q/s1600/IMG_7690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zX_h11XNKGg/TluAEeaO17I/AAAAAAAABFE/f00HIU8508Q/s320/IMG_7690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646247372209969074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is just nice. Not too cold to be wearing jackets. One thing that I really love about it here is the parks. People sitting anywhere on the green grass spending time together or even just wasting their lives away. I've always wanted to do that but the grass in Malaysia are usually too long, gives out a strong smell or full of mud. There's green almost everywhere here and the skies look extra blue with a mess of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is awesome. Grocery shopping here is SO fun! There's all kinds of everything. The roast chicken are sooo good, coming out fresh from the oven so there's still a soft and juicy texture to it. Fruit juices mainly come in huge plastic bottles and the cheese section is so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are generally nice. The take time to convey their words politely and add a huge smile to it. A cashier at a huge supermarket made my day the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only a few days left here before I go back to Malaysia and start a new sem. Sigh. Wish I had more time for me to do my own stuff like journaling, making a scrapbook, read some books and even think about the year ahead. Like blogging right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8525468907924318790?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8525468907924318790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8525468907924318790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8525468907924318790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8525468907924318790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-day-of-aus-trip.html' title='5th day of Aus trip!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zX_h11XNKGg/TluAEeaO17I/AAAAAAAABFE/f00HIU8508Q/s72-c/IMG_7690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3114705027810471441</id><published>2011-08-22T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:46:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A yolk to carry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf0d5Ygiqdc/TlH-dYTtYwI/AAAAAAAABE0/Aaqoj6Ivsn8/s1600/burden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf0d5Ygiqdc/TlH-dYTtYwI/AAAAAAAABE0/Aaqoj6Ivsn8/s320/burden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643571588766720770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset, mad, hurt and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I express my appreciation all out if you always seem so cold and 'expect so much outta me'? Everytime I try to be myself in front of you, you think I'm being immature and 'improper'. What's more, you tell other people unconcerned how 'disappointing' I am. Now, hearing you 'ask' for a 'thank you' isn't easy for me to give because even if I do, how much of it will be 'considered' as 'sincere' to you?&lt;br /&gt;It took me so much guts to even ask a favour from you and now I feel like I'm being stepped on, whether knowing or unknowingly. I'm a 20 year old in a family who isn't causing major problems in the family and I really don't have any favour at all in your eyes????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really am thankful. Just wish you could see it from a Humble point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3114705027810471441?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3114705027810471441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3114705027810471441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3114705027810471441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3114705027810471441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/yolk-to-carry.html' title='A yolk to carry'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf0d5Ygiqdc/TlH-dYTtYwI/AAAAAAAABE0/Aaqoj6Ivsn8/s72-c/burden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2970227904578858291</id><published>2011-08-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:45:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Children recited a poem I never learnt before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soft kitty, warm kitty,&lt;br /&gt;Purr purr purr,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy kitty, happy kitty&lt;br /&gt;Purr purr purr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELDON!!! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2970227904578858291?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2970227904578858291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2970227904578858291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2970227904578858291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2970227904578858291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/children-recited-poem-i-never-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-835848322451883520</id><published>2011-08-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T03:08:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRASIA</title><content type='html'>Made new friends from the Philippines! It's a good thing to know who people who stay in the church's guest house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang so well, I got goosebumps. Singing in parts so well and confidently in a group is the amazing-est thing ever. They sound like a music track with such clear pronunciation. Of course, the sound guy played a huge role, but wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-835848322451883520?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/835848322451883520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=835848322451883520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/835848322451883520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/835848322451883520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/made-new-friends-from-philippines-its.html' title='PRASIA'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1285522529349499803</id><published>2011-08-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:52:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnavaaaaal</title><content type='html'>           &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:595.0pt 842.0pt; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had my first meat buffet ever!! And it was good. A hole in my pocket but at least I enjoyed it and I’d rather this than fine-dining. =)There was beef, fish, prawns, lamb, ham, chicken, sausages, 'interesting' garlic bread and pineapple! Nyom nyom nyom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The past few days of lack of appetite, I’m glad it went away yesterday. I was a lil’ more hungry during lunch and dinner turned out good! (pulling out from Carnaval would be trouble. hahaha). Had the chance to enjoy what I put on my plate and even taking it down with a good feeling. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1285522529349499803?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1285522529349499803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1285522529349499803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1285522529349499803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1285522529349499803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/carnavaaaaal.html' title='Carnavaaaaal'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8468792190967686366</id><published>2011-08-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:06:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dum tak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe it is already over!!!! One month of dance stress has passed. The excitement of moving into a new building has happened! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The performance was great. Though the biggest mistake made, was made. But it was an awesome time. To be on stage, with people I hardly know, doing a hip hop routine under a choreographer who we enjoyed having too. Come to think of it, this is probably one of the last performances I will get to do before I go to aus. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights were great, there were no technical errors and all of us had so much fun. After one upsetting rehearsal the week before, we managed to perform with so much 'umph', and we got good feedback. That sunday was our turning point. Really thank God we cleaned up the mess together as youths of Grace Assembly. Wasn't easy to push people considering I wasn't much of a 'Leader' in uth. But God answered my prayer. He gave me an opportunity to take charge of something I had a passion for. Like Lydia said, it isn't so much of our destination but our journey there. Those were tough weeks having to attend practices for this and ghm. Most importantly, to show that I am dedicated to each and not neglect either one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession under GHM was amazing too. Though I almost tripped on my skirt =( and bumped the crown into my brother's, it felt so amazing to be up there and to feel the awe. The sound of tambourines filled the entire place and with banners and strimmers. Looking at every child to adult in different attires dancing to that beautiful song felt really majestic. Plus, it was my first time wearing the 'bride' attire. I've never worn a tiara! And I've realized how difficult it is to keep one on one's head. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in this ministry, and I'm proud to be able to lead others, as how I was taught. Uncle has always been like a second father to me. Encouraging me, joking around with me, giving me opportunities, making me feel special just like how he treats his children. For this, I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there's picture time after performances. And since we all had interesting roles, the outfits we had on were so interesting! The pictures looked hilarious. I personally had a great time being a character I had no idea how to play. Rushing to change from the previous outfit was tough. Safety pins and hair pins...what an experience. The 'nerdy' outfit took me ages to decide on. In the end, I decided to wear overalls which made me look fat, stunted and plain silly. Plus, I realized at the last minute behind stage that doing the 'baby freeze' in that was very restricting. The safety pin popped! Glad it went well on stage, yes. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvODIVh2-t4/TkFJhCPBP2I/AAAAAAAABEs/zKyiv6q2thY/s1600/IMG_7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvODIVh2-t4/TkFJhCPBP2I/AAAAAAAABEs/zKyiv6q2thY/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638869040328949602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am so tired yet excited for what's happened tonight. Thank you God for an amazing night with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUXQQQaK6dI/TkEtk-0MTfI/AAAAAAAABEc/1kQc7hbqt7U/s1600/252099_10150271703294566_747434565_7443649_4534823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUXQQQaK6dI/TkEtk-0MTfI/AAAAAAAABEc/1kQc7hbqt7U/s320/252099_10150271703294566_747434565_7443649_4534823_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638838321805020658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcWsL84aDek/TkFEa9bb1ZI/AAAAAAAABEk/H0NOT5j6Bfs/s1600/IMG_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcWsL84aDek/TkFEa9bb1ZI/AAAAAAAABEk/H0NOT5j6Bfs/s320/IMG_7107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638863438401492370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have done it without Lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8468792190967686366?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8468792190967686366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8468792190967686366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8468792190967686366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8468792190967686366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/dum-dum-tak.html' title='Dum dum tak!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvODIVh2-t4/TkFJhCPBP2I/AAAAAAAABEs/zKyiv6q2thY/s72-c/IMG_7163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2653220839149941831</id><published>2011-08-03T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:31:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wouldn't know"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bright lit smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Words of praise,&lt;br /&gt;Things I always remember,&lt;br /&gt;And a song my heart sings&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone holds me safe and warm,&lt;br /&gt;Memories flow through a heavy storm,&lt;br /&gt;Figures dancing gracefully,&lt;br /&gt;Tis' only just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;Still I yern to remember,&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep, someone sings,&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a song I will sing,&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a December.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2653220839149941831?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2653220839149941831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2653220839149941831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2653220839149941831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2653220839149941831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wouldnt-know.html' title='&quot;I wouldn&apos;t know&quot;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-374959711195410460</id><published>2011-08-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:26:38.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We gonna do stunts! Jason showed us a few like they were so easy, as he said so.&lt;br /&gt;I would really really love to do ALL that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he taught us how to do the 'baby freeze'. The guys were given no choice to do the 'chair freeze'. Oh poor them. But it looks pretty cool!!! Now, I don't have to do the 'shoulder freeze' cos it hurts like crazy. I am proud of my self for accomplishing the baby freeze in a couple of hours. After so many bad landings, bruises, failed attempts.......I have gotten it. I found my spot! Now, just have to Pray that everyone including me, will be able to FREEZE for a couple of seconds. Really really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's rehearsal came with discouraging comments. But I'm glad and so proud that everyone made it a point to push for more. Yesterday's practice was very technical, but productive! Performance is this sunday!!! *deep breaths* I'm not sure if I feel excited about moving into the new building or that I'm just nervous about how the performance is gonna turn out at a new stage, new flooring and new Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this feeling deep down that I may not be doing the right thing. On what basis? Being too contemporary for the congregation. Like I'm a rebel or something. I don't have any evil intentions, just excitement to do a dance I (and others) enjoy. The opportunity to let the youths do moves they're really good at and hopefully break a few mindsets, especially during this event of 'Moving up'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-374959711195410460?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/374959711195410460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=374959711195410460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/374959711195410460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/374959711195410460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-gonna-do-stunts-jason-showed-us-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4289613495881758870</id><published>2011-07-27T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:03:44.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawns*</title><content type='html'>Time for some updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping A Lot. Too much actually. But it's hard to say No to my want to sleep. mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, been doing lots of danciiinnn'. Usual class on wed with a new  hip-hop routine for the church dedication performance on sat and  practices on mon &amp;amp; tues. How's it feel? Exciting, challenging,  refreshing &amp;amp; tiring. This is the first time I've had to really  listen to a song and have a sudden "Oh I hear that beat!" moment. I get  to have four sessions of hip-hop for RM20, which is pretty good. I'm  fascinated by how fast the moves are and how I just can't get certain  movements (which are unexplainable). Yesterday's practice was so tiring,  I came home and gulped down 2 glasses of iced juice and made me oats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Jas' birthday just passed 2 days ago. I miss going to school and taking  my seat next to her; the girl who brings a super huge backpack and a  romp plastic bag for her books, who randomly scribbles on my book, who  allows me to copy notes from her book when my eyesight fails to read  what the teacher writes on the board, who always declined my request to  back-up sing for chapel, who told me she'll support me no matter what,  who knew my thoughts, who spent a couple of hours teaching me  factorization, who listens more than talk &amp;amp; who always encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's going back to aus this friday to start the new business. Then  it'll be just mum and siblings again. When dad's around, the stuff at  home and the cars get fixed. The bills get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su will also be leaving to Switzerland this friday. I can't believe how fast time has flown by. Few months ago she was telling us how many months she has to bum and take french classes. And now, she's gonna go so far away. Another friend away. There will be less company during outings and sleepovers. Fewer girls to pillow talk with. =) When my turn comes, I wonder how would I feel. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4289613495881758870?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4289613495881758870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4289613495881758870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4289613495881758870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4289613495881758870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/07/yawns.html' title='*yawns*'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-272343202359262070</id><published>2011-07-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:48:00.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to cry. And pull my hair out. And cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-272343202359262070?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/272343202359262070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=272343202359262070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/272343202359262070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/272343202359262070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-9085069297012003571</id><published>2011-06-23T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:50:00.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how God feels when he imagines his awesome plans but man chose to take the long journey to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it to be big, to be something new and Moving Up...but I have no idea where it's all headed...which bugs meeeee. Do I just settle with simple and laid back since the awesome doesn't seem like it will happen and it may be just because I looked forward to having That as a super chun event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me. To not be half-hearted. To accept what's reasonable even when it's not the best it could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-9085069297012003571?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9085069297012003571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=9085069297012003571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9085069297012003571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9085069297012003571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder-how-god-feels-when-he-imagines.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7436647853798556197</id><published>2011-06-23T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:45:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New things everyday...</title><content type='html'>This sem, I'm placed in different classes almost everytime I go to P&amp;amp;J. Meet more kiddos, know more names so I can greet them by name when I open doors for them and warm up with them only to find out I'm placed in another class another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was special. After being once at the Saujana branch, I drove to the one in the one DJ and spent 4 hours there since they were short-handed. When I got there, I realized that the school was this huge 2 storey house. During meal time, they have their own decorated/designed mats with their names on it so that they know where to sit. They even have dessert after meals! (Today's was fruit cocktail). They brush their teeth after lunch, each having their own toothbrush, toothpaste and comb on their mini trays on the shelves. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only small struggle I had there was the inability to converse in mandarin. There were about 10 primary school children there who go to Yuk Chai and the teacher in charge speak to them in mandarin most of the time. I pretty much understood their convos at least...a mix of mandarin and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent most my time there towel drying the kiddos and helping them dress up. One boy jumps up and down while putting on his shirt instead of pulling it down. Another kept tucking his tummy in, fascinated with how his ribs were showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of today was nap time. It was my first time in a daycare and the 'beds' they slept on were interesting. This green hard-rubbery-netting material. On top of each are their pillows, bolsters, blankets, and mini pillows for some. So comfy. The feel of being there and tucking them into bed was new to me, and it felt nice. How I wish I had this opportunity to nap when I was in kindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be returning there, but I hope to someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7436647853798556197?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7436647853798556197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7436647853798556197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7436647853798556197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7436647853798556197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-things-everyday.html' title='New things everyday...'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7892156211777002469</id><published>2011-05-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:36:54.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GHM getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qd28AsAo5s/Tdp8K9lX5YI/AAAAAAAABEA/V8IstIu5He8/s1600/IMG_6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qd28AsAo5s/Tdp8K9lX5YI/AAAAAAAABEA/V8IstIu5He8/s320/IMG_6130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932813615228290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After 2 years of no camp, we're back again at Golden Sands! Feels like we were there just a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;That place will always feel like a comfy place to be. More outdoors than indoors. I love being there to enjoy the beach, nice places for morning devos and pretty flowers. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful coincidence that our camp theme was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"SHINE like STARS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a great theme...CF and now GHM. Anywways, though there weren't as many people this round, it still was a good time. Made new friends, played fun games, drank lotsa coffee, kick the sand, enjoyed looking out at the horizon and of course, taking tons of pictures to my heart's content. Kevan's camera was super chun. Awesome moments caught for long term memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tradition, we always had the memo pad writings. At I think that these are the best things to bring home. Handwritten notes directly for me. Shows how real I am in the view of others. They always bring smiles to my face and I thank God for the opportunity to know these people. As I read them at the dining table during dinner, I could feel myself smiling so wide. Even the simplest words of a 11 year old touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-k6yQDU68Q/Tdp8KBhqlWI/AAAAAAAABDw/DXL0XhzpyMU/s1600/IMG_5901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-k6yQDU68Q/Tdp8KBhqlWI/AAAAAAAABDw/DXL0XhzpyMU/s320/IMG_5901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932797493548386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano for over and hour to songs and chords from the top of my head was also a challenge to me. I realized how I could worship God in this way. I hear people singing praises to God while I just play, following their tune. It was a beautiful moment to be drowned in. I wasn't sure what they were listening to or how they felt about the music but I think God was blessing me through them. Of always feeling insecure, He gave me a chance to be brave and I'm thankful I allowed myself to try. Uncle, Winny, Aunty Kim, Aunty Penny and my friends were supportive and encouraging. When I had to do it the second time, I felt more than happy to because I was able to be an instrument to help lead God's people into a time of worship and praising God. They didn't mind my mistakes or when I struggled to find the chords they were singing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle gave an illustration about a pear tree who wanted to keep more for itself instead of having more fruits taken away. He talked about whether it mattered that we have little or more, what we should do with what we have. Be it 1 talent or 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we broke into groups and did a lil' activity. We were told to take a piece of paper randomly and then share about how it relates to us. Mine was HILL. Each of us took turns; Board, movie, ship, honey, flower, fish, gate, world, film, gaze, see.....etc. When we finished, we were then told that there's a common thing that all these words shared. The word 'STAR'. It was a super hung thing. After sharing about what hill meant to me, the star made it an amazing word. It made total sense to me as I was really taken back by the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM1ukcgwyYU/TdpyNp2NaOI/AAAAAAAABDo/XTXaI4uidVI/s1600/IMG_5777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM1ukcgwyYU/TdpyNp2NaOI/AAAAAAAABDo/XTXaI4uidVI/s320/IMG_5777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609921864740464866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxcLSfnzwmE/Tdp8KtoFgsI/AAAAAAAABD4/8fTA-AaGXzk/s1600/IMG_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxcLSfnzwmE/Tdp8KtoFgsI/AAAAAAAABD4/8fTA-AaGXzk/s320/IMG_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932809331638978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYvno1zpZTM/Tdp8LTlcioI/AAAAAAAABEI/MaZclnaUsVM/s1600/IMG_6146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYvno1zpZTM/Tdp8LTlcioI/AAAAAAAABEI/MaZclnaUsVM/s320/IMG_6146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932819521112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHGrMppTAZk/TduUXUJuWHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/JMRbngchU5U/s1600/IMG_6003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHGrMppTAZk/TduUXUJuWHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/JMRbngchU5U/s320/IMG_6003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610240889087481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing time of rest during this getaway. Thank you God for your blessings and awesome humor as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7892156211777002469?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7892156211777002469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7892156211777002469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7892156211777002469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7892156211777002469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/05/ghm-getaway.html' title='GHM getaway'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qd28AsAo5s/Tdp8K9lX5YI/AAAAAAAABEA/V8IstIu5He8/s72-c/IMG_6130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8962472352349159816</id><published>2011-05-20T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T07:32:44.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening. Happening. Happening!!!</title><content type='html'>This week is so far the most happening of the year!&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I went to Saujana Villa. P&amp;amp;J had a branch there though it's only one class, catered specially for the residence of the condo. There were a few japanese kids, 1 autistic boy. Yohan, one of the obedient ones had really fair skin, freckles and bright blond hair. Interesting bunch. I managed to get this shy japanese girl to warm up to me (well, became more like STUCK) by conversing to her in japanese. Whatever words I picked up by watching anime. Wasn't I super fascinated with myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the day when I knew I was going out with Fel, Abi and Ai Vee having no idea of the occasion or any details. Turns out Abi and I were bought our birthday presents; Haagen Dazz's Fondue. FONDUE. Oh...that was just. Awesome. Chocolate. Warm chocolate dip, 4 types of ice-cream...and other sides (cake, fruit, cookie) to be dipped into the WARM MELTED chocolate. That was just the bomb. Then we spent a looong time there talking and talking while Abi and I constantly took small dips of melted chocolate to fulfill our satisfaction. thumbs up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When we finally decided to stop, we walked around searching and deciding our stop for dinner. Being girls, it took ages to decide but we ended up at Chili's. Burgers and lamb steaks. Yumyum. And of course.......more talking. We chatted until the shops were closing and when people started smoking in there. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;We did think about going to dessert but since it was getting late, Ai Vee parked her car outside Fel's place and we TALKED SOME MORE. Hilarious subjects were discussed and I'm sure that if anyone were to walk by, they would've heard our loud laughter. All of us had a story to tell and exchanging them was just...the funniest conversation ever! Especially in the car at the eleventh hour.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what an outing we had. This was how I spent my Wesak Day this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday came. James turned 2 decades!!!! (Good job for waiting to open his present, somewhat). Mayuri planned a small birthday dinner as a surprise. And as always, he tries to keep his 'cool' or a poker face which isn't very convincing. (If you're reading this, oh well). I made a Hot pink shirt!!! Lousy he wasn't being a good sport to carry out the task given (=p).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back just on time for contemp class. Went home to pick my fees, and mum said to drive instead because of the storm outside.&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNEW I would be stuck right outside my housing area, and not even 1 min away from my dance studio....waiting and begging the procession on the road to pass by quickly for a few mins. Sigh. It was such a big deal. People were walking the streets with umbrellas all soaking wet since the rain was really bad. If only caroling during Christmas would be as awesome as that was. If only 'Easter' would be just as happening on the streets of Malaysia. =)&lt;br /&gt;I missed 15mins of class but thankfully not the hardest parts. Wednesday's class was just crazy. The types of falls we had to do was really tough. Times like this reminded me of netball training in highschool; being stretched to my limits. I never thought of needing my arms to do so much other than help my family carry heavy bags of groceries and luggage when we travel. Never thought of using them to catch myself when I fall (literally). Today was the first time I had so much doubts of myself to even try the move. After doing it a handful of times and falling terribly, I gave up, promised to try on my bed at home. I hope I'll get right it by next week. But again, great workout, great time sweating it out. And, I met Kim! God is amazing. First, the girl I shared political science class with, then met her in church during Sat service one day to only find out that she started attending not too long ago and now, dance class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I managed to rest a lil'. At kindi, I helped out with waterplay for the first time. Darting away from water splashes wasn't fun. After, I helped the children change into their uniforms. Tough job when all they do is stand and not help by letting their waist swing along when I'm trying to pull their pants/skirts up. Gah. Worked with the 5 year olds once again (missed my lil babies upstairs). Another new bunch of children. Fun bunch. I sat through their lesson and laughed along as they gave silly answers innocently. Teacher also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pening kepala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was a busy busy morning. Having stayed up late to pack (half) and type up my portfolio for CF, I woke up a lil' later and rushed rushed rushed. Late for class. Ooops. Had a good time of class, committee changeover during CF and rushed once again back home to continue packing for ghm getaway. The beach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week! Thank you God for events in my life!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Daddy's birthday is todayyy!!!! Sadly he won't be coming back just yet. God please help him. I cringe at the thought of knowing that ANYTHING can just go "poof!" and efforts would have gone to waste. Matt 6:34. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8962472352349159816?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8962472352349159816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8962472352349159816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8962472352349159816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8962472352349159816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/05/happening-happening-happening.html' title='Happening. Happening. Happening!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3685524647322821353</id><published>2011-05-02T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:52:46.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 decades of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNEsCD7EvBI/TcKKZLIOxuI/AAAAAAAABDI/glBGah_U7f0/s1600/225715_1919219732609_1005481005_32238703_7317519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNEsCD7EvBI/TcKKZLIOxuI/AAAAAAAABDI/glBGah_U7f0/s320/225715_1919219732609_1005481005_32238703_7317519_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603193051490993890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came the day when I stepped out of a teenage life. Been 8 years since I wrote a 2 and 10 years since a 0 whenever I fill in my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I had unreasonable dreams of how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. Imaginations of a beautiful ballroom with amazing deco and breathless moments. haha. Even so, it was awesome. Right smack at the beginning of my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, even until now I can't believe that I got to see SWITCHFOOT!!!!!!! LIVE!!!!! ohhh my gossshhh. I never would have expected it even if my friends joked about getting me to see 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday started off like another sunday. Church, dance practice. Just the extra of a special dinner with Su and Victor. Irish food! In a pub. haha. YUMMM. I had lamb stew (supposed to order beef, but I forgot) with cranberry juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhJ2NT5R8jM/TcKIuMkyLvI/AAAAAAAABCA/SEzTV02M5C4/s1600/IMG_5400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhJ2NT5R8jM/TcKIuMkyLvI/AAAAAAAABCA/SEzTV02M5C4/s320/IMG_5400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603191213633187570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHAosV7yIGg/TcKIuYm4T7I/AAAAAAAABCI/_UQXq1Gnlng/s1600/IMG_5410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHAosV7yIGg/TcKIuYm4T7I/AAAAAAAABCI/_UQXq1Gnlng/s320/IMG_5410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603191216863203250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then came the 'plan'. Su said she left something with jas and had to get it by tonight because it was for the sleepover. Thus , we rushed off after dinner. When I saw jas, I joked and told victor and su that we should kidnap her, knowing she has a concert to go to. Well, just maybe lah. BUT, when she opened the door, Victor announced that she was there to kidnap me. ME!!! I had NO IDEA!!! So while I was trying to make sense of what was happening, I just left Jas getting wet in the rain. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hT_hFtosff4/TcKJmi_EnsI/AAAAAAAABCg/hcsbZl3pqHM/s1600/IMG_5413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hT_hFtosff4/TcKJmi_EnsI/AAAAAAAABCg/hcsbZl3pqHM/s320/IMG_5413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603192181721702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...the concert was great. The only sad part of it was when I wasn't allowed to bring my awesome camera in when I saw people having theirs when I went in!!! haih. Also, my height made it harder for me. haha. But yes, I was excited that I was there to see switchfoot, for real! Like whoa! Too bad I didn't know all the songs well enough to sing along (wasn't prepared, duh!). The lights were superb too. How I wish I could be part of the set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and had a good sleepover time with Su. Girly times are best when we're comfy and tucked under out blankets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on monday, jas, su, victor and I went for chili pan mee at noon! and snow ice right after. mmmm. Went home, prepared food and deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPnYyKj1D2s/TcKIulMiy5I/AAAAAAAABCQ/14Ufx3TDWn4/s1600/IMG_5424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPnYyKj1D2s/TcKIulMiy5I/AAAAAAAABCQ/14Ufx3TDWn4/s320/IMG_5424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603191220242402194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream puffs!!! YUMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVcdRL44sp8/TcKMBsC8nsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xKNe2MjBvWk/s1600/227927_1919284254222_1005481005_32239030_6200103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVcdRL44sp8/TcKMBsC8nsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xKNe2MjBvWk/s320/227927_1919284254222_1005481005_32239030_6200103_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603194847033597634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu cake from ALEXIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor bought me so much food for my birthdaaayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night was awesome. Mummy made the yummiest spaghetti sauce ever and food was good. Pictionary cards!! Of course, some picture taking by Daniel, the photographer for the event. At the end, present opening with Manda, Galen, Pong and Daniel. Had such a good time...meeting up and just bumming together. I like birthdays for this reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank You God for highlighting birthdays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hY1vCk99iT4/TcKN2xIXQbI/AAAAAAAABDY/nmtsYCuDZHM/s1600/222910_1919218612581_1005481005_32238699_8133616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hY1vCk99iT4/TcKN2xIXQbI/AAAAAAAABDY/nmtsYCuDZHM/s320/222910_1919218612581_1005481005_32238699_8133616_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603196858443186610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ifAowmDdGk/TcKJm-64ZrI/AAAAAAAABCw/o_gZJAGoYHo/s1600/224172_1919176011516_1005481005_32238566_5346286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ifAowmDdGk/TcKJm-64ZrI/AAAAAAAABCw/o_gZJAGoYHo/s320/224172_1919176011516_1005481005_32238566_5346286_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603192189220316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYa620gZlNE/TcKO8M4GWdI/AAAAAAAABDg/Mz02G-hKdEI/s1600/230574_1919264813736_1005481005_32238910_1407436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYa620gZlNE/TcKO8M4GWdI/AAAAAAAABDg/Mz02G-hKdEI/s320/230574_1919264813736_1005481005_32238910_1407436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603198051302136274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXYdbyy-9ls/TcKJm5h4KSI/AAAAAAAABCo/6uuygIR2Y7M/s1600/222455_1919280694133_1005481005_32239003_1212382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXYdbyy-9ls/TcKJm5h4KSI/AAAAAAAABCo/6uuygIR2Y7M/s320/222455_1919280694133_1005481005_32239003_1212382_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603192187773266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple pen!!! With my name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YV9TUZ3OQc/TcKIu4adjdI/AAAAAAAABCY/fhTen72wX2g/s1600/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YV9TUZ3OQc/TcKIu4adjdI/AAAAAAAABCY/fhTen72wX2g/s320/IMG_5463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603191225401052626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a deco for my birthday. But what are girlfriends for eh? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3685524647322821353?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3685524647322821353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3685524647322821353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3685524647322821353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3685524647322821353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-decades-of-life.html' title='2 decades of Life'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNEsCD7EvBI/TcKKZLIOxuI/AAAAAAAABDI/glBGah_U7f0/s72-c/225715_1919219732609_1005481005_32238703_7317519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-446334835058110153</id><published>2011-04-26T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:40:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54KLh07uiCw/TbZ3sFWLTqI/AAAAAAAABB4/krAqPwKRcvI/s1600/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54KLh07uiCw/TbZ3sFWLTqI/AAAAAAAABB4/krAqPwKRcvI/s320/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599794785914932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-446334835058110153?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/446334835058110153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=446334835058110153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/446334835058110153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/446334835058110153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54KLh07uiCw/TbZ3sFWLTqI/AAAAAAAABB4/krAqPwKRcvI/s72-c/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-313585863928472846</id><published>2011-04-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:40:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad thing about REM sleeps...recall-able nightmares.</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about the world and mankind coming to an end. There was a flood and water and small strong waves were entering houses. Having said that, my family and I weren't even in our current home, but my uncle's previous house. =( not cool. I didn't get a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my brain interpret random neurons that fire randomly. Nonsense. I should ask Freud what water and waves represent in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, counseling paper please don't be so long-winded. I am restless from reading the notes already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-313585863928472846?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/313585863928472846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=313585863928472846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/313585863928472846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/313585863928472846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-thing-about-rem-sleepsrecall-able.html' title='The bad thing about REM sleeps...recall-able nightmares.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6958064766184327774</id><published>2011-04-23T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:28:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIVE @ the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccRbmVD-v0/TbUBZw9lI0I/AAAAAAAABAw/5xAISQeTfKk/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccRbmVD-v0/TbUBZw9lI0I/AAAAAAAABAw/5xAISQeTfKk/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599383253856625474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muddy feet in flip flops! Is one thing I'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting for a paper I wasn't at all satisfied with, I felt uncomfortable that I had to be involved in leading people into a time of worship later. Then, 1 Thessalonians 5:18 popped into mind as I sat there in the exam hall waiting to exit. My confidence still wasn't there. Kept thinking about my paper and I wondered how I could just have a shift of thought at this time. The thunderstorm didn't help at all. It was pouring so bad that the sound check couldn't be done as people were trying to sort out the electronics and scooping out as much water they can from the ground. What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the whole event, everything went well. The instruments had no problems, the lights were Awesome and people still turned up for the rally. Pastors were there to give their support and yes, I did, "Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I was just being ignorant to what happened in the afternoon, or I was just to busy to think about it. But I'm glad I had something to distract me right after the exam. Yes, I am still worried about it now but there's nothing I can do about it but to accept my results. And well....to remember God in whatever happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6958064766184327774?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6958064766184327774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6958064766184327774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6958064766184327774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6958064766184327774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/alive-park.html' title='ALIVE @ the Park'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jccRbmVD-v0/TbUBZw9lI0I/AAAAAAAABAw/5xAISQeTfKk/s72-c/IMG_5220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4214067273927883464</id><published>2011-04-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:57:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st April</title><content type='html'>We finished the dance! Not the whole song though since we were only supposed to learn the 1st stanza. But I guess that's enough for now. 1 min and 30 secs of dance didn't feel that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is video recording session. I hope I'll do it well. If not, super embarrassing man. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello lil' brusies once again. The worst part of having em is forgetting its there and once pressure is put, there's the few seconds of recovery from pain. Oh, the receptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. So the dance for cell is postponed to june, which definitely is a good thing since I have more time during the hols to concentrate on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be exciting and tiring. Uth rally, I hope that'll turn out awesome and for Sunrise Service, oh God help us with the dance. I haven't felt so unprepared for a presentation. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju li's paper is tomorrow! *deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lies in bed and sings*  "My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4214067273927883464?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4214067273927883464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4214067273927883464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4214067273927883464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4214067273927883464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/21st-april.html' title='21st April'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7524757602270241883</id><published>2011-04-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:18:00.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What made my day</title><content type='html'>The moment i stepped into 7 eleven, a lil' adorable fair-skinned chinese boy held up his brand new Hotwheels car to me and said "ka ka!" which he meant "Car car!". This really caught my attention and I couldn't help but smile at him and repeat what he said to me. I grumbled getting down from the car just to follow my sis get her supper but...awwww I feel so warm and fuzzy inside. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tube of Toblerone today didn't give me this much alert-ness. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7524757602270241883?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7524757602270241883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7524757602270241883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7524757602270241883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7524757602270241883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-made-my-day.html' title='What made my day'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3898513465406905214</id><published>2011-04-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:11:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boargames session! #1</title><content type='html'>I woke up to a breezy and cool morning. mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Another meet up with Victor, Jas, and Manda. Su had her own holiday and Jane joined us for the first time! We spent hours on boardgames, messing with your friendships. hahaha. I think game masters and creators are just out there to bring whoever down, friend and foe. I usually stick to pictionary and cranium to be safe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8sCApzZVds/TakrycgUwbI/AAAAAAAABAg/x-QzZUVGg3k/s1600/gogames_game2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8sCApzZVds/TakrycgUwbI/AAAAAAAABAg/x-QzZUVGg3k/s320/gogames_game2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596052157629776306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtnyxJf5Rj8/TbYpNQPteNI/AAAAAAAABBg/bf58prCrU0g/s1600/P1060986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtnyxJf5Rj8/TbYpNQPteNI/AAAAAAAABBg/bf58prCrU0g/s320/P1060986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599708494357690578" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YrkjGaWuf8/TakrzHCMhwI/AAAAAAAABAo/Oq7a81OMOzM/s1600/140019404_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YrkjGaWuf8/TakrzHCMhwI/AAAAAAAABAo/Oq7a81OMOzM/s320/140019404_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596052169046132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since it was raining heavily outside and we were the only ones in the shop, we had a great time of laughter and noise. Oh it was a good release of 'I'm not sure of what'. I learnt 3 new games today! We played Niagara, Apples to apples (which wasn't my type of game) and ended with a super awesome and noisy game of Saboteur. There I was sitting among friends who had to lie, try to convince another that she/he wasn't lying and accusing. Saboteur was hilarious. All the poker and naive faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brs4meoCigE/TbYm_e6Cg5I/AAAAAAAABBA/_dZFmt3Exgw/s1600/P1060979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brs4meoCigE/TbYm_e6Cg5I/AAAAAAAABBA/_dZFmt3Exgw/s320/P1060979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599706058751902610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTkBQESqkNI/TbYm_M2D1II/AAAAAAAABA4/Jq9LJjfCOOA/s1600/P1060978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTkBQESqkNI/TbYm_M2D1II/AAAAAAAABA4/Jq9LJjfCOOA/s320/P1060978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599706053903373442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Whbu-B5IR8I/TbYpNP_4daI/AAAAAAAABBY/pDL_SrrFWsA/s1600/P1060982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Whbu-B5IR8I/TbYpNP_4daI/AAAAAAAABBY/pDL_SrrFWsA/s320/P1060982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599708494291301794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                  I see purple gems!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to6Aq2hQ-Ak/TbYpNq82xDI/AAAAAAAABBo/8P1AQ4nKrGY/s1600/P1060984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to6Aq2hQ-Ak/TbYpNq82xDI/AAAAAAAABBo/8P1AQ4nKrGY/s320/P1060984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599708501526365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EggSsXI7QeA/TbYpMuyX1aI/AAAAAAAABBQ/oRMpSu58rGI/s1600/P1060983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EggSsXI7QeA/TbYpMuyX1aI/AAAAAAAABBQ/oRMpSu58rGI/s320/P1060983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599708485376267682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : We are going back again! woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3898513465406905214?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3898513465406905214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3898513465406905214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3898513465406905214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3898513465406905214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/boargames-session.html' title='Boargames session! #1'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8sCApzZVds/TakrycgUwbI/AAAAAAAABAg/x-QzZUVGg3k/s72-c/gogames_game2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8193541512314399810</id><published>2011-04-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:32:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant for the day</title><content type='html'>What a day. Did some stats with warren and sue. Anxiety fills me not knowing what to expect from winnee's paper. *deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really contribute much for the 'Easter' exhibition set up. Wasn't  seeing the situation how everyone else was, sadly. Plus, I didn't  handle my work well. I assumed certain things would go well but I guess  it didn't and I feel really bad for it. sigh. Right now I'm just so  tired. Could fall asleep anywhere. Even right now. But there's so much  left to do. Things to fix, pages to study, plans to execute. Even missed  the prayer meet tonight for the rally because my mind just isn't  settled. It's a good thing I didn't have dance class tonight. Oh God,  sometimes I just wish I wasn't so weak and tired when I have so much  undone. I feel terrible to those around me for not carrying out my part  well and not accomplishing much within the given time as Steve said, 'to  Redeem the time'. God, help me. And please let tomorrow and friday go  smoothly. I AM SO TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8193541512314399810?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8193541512314399810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8193541512314399810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8193541512314399810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8193541512314399810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/rant-for-day.html' title='Rant for the day'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1949929539903067401</id><published>2011-04-13T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:08:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangible Blessing! #2</title><content type='html'>My heart skipped a beat when....&lt;br /&gt;I got super good results for winnee's class test. After having been and still celebrating my last unexpected achievement, God gave me another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy stuff. It was so unexpected as I changed a few of my answers (which usually means bad news). SO unexpected. *grins*. When our papers were returned today, I prepared myself, begging God to help me deal with my marks no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Oh my goosshhh. If I weren't in class I would have squealed and jumped up and hug my imaginary friend. hehe. The feeling in me was like bubbles of euphoria bursting! Not like I know how euphoria feels but yeah...such an unexplainable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God, you are truly amazing. You have shown me twice this sem that no matter how tough my subjects are getting, that it is not impossible for me to produce good results. Thank you so much. I have no words to express my feeling but you know how it is right?) *WIDE SMILE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1949929539903067401?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1949929539903067401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1949929539903067401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1949929539903067401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1949929539903067401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/tangible-blessing-2.html' title='Tangible Blessing! #2'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3204155648303287733</id><published>2011-04-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:40:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voy a hablar de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31OA5hHKBj0/TZnO9x-shbI/AAAAAAAABAI/kc0LwJCp9jw/s1600/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-13119149-800-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31OA5hHKBj0/TZnO9x-shbI/AAAAAAAABAI/kc0LwJCp9jw/s320/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-13119149-800-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591727973140825522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AckZnhAuWg/TZnO-IYMlaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zWv9Sk1_5n4/s1600/Fernando-Torres_1688179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AckZnhAuWg/TZnO-IYMlaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zWv9Sk1_5n4/s320/Fernando-Torres_1688179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591727979153364386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guapo, si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOu5yG2ZZVw/TZnPh8QDUMI/AAAAAAAABAY/wgg0l2psb0c/s1600/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-627074_379_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOu5yG2ZZVw/TZnPh8QDUMI/AAAAAAAABAY/wgg0l2psb0c/s320/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-627074_379_512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591728594373267650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;¡Mira!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;músculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Jose Torres Sanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Torres es un futbolista de Chelsea pero solía jugar para Liverpool. El tiene veintisiete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;. El es muy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;guapísimo!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;muy muscular! y muy alto. 6 pies de altura. Tiene los ojos marrones, pelo castaño y rubio. De vez un cuando largo, de vez un cuando corto. El lleva jersey negro o azul oscuro. Numero de jersey de Torres es nueve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padres de Torres son José y Flori. El tiene dos hermanos mayor, Israel y María Pez. El es casado desde el ano dos mil nueve. La señora es Olalla Domínguez Liste. Ella es bonita. Tiene pelo larga, listo y castaño. Finalmente, ellos tienen un hija y un hijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt; En conclusión, Torres es muy travieso. Casado en mayo de dos mil nueve, un hija en julio de dos mil nueve. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3204155648303287733?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3204155648303287733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3204155648303287733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3204155648303287733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3204155648303287733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/04/voy-hablar-de.html' title='Voy a hablar de...'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31OA5hHKBj0/TZnO9x-shbI/AAAAAAAABAI/kc0LwJCp9jw/s72-c/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-13119149-800-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7257974913419933399</id><published>2011-03-31T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:40:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangible Blessing!</title><content type='html'>The head of the psych department made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I received my essay marks of my PSY111 mid-term paper and I am blown by what I got.&lt;br /&gt;42/50. When I saw it, I thought "Oh okay I did alright. Usual me." So I got back to my seat and my friend said I did really well. I was surprised with a little "good" written on my first essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dr. Goh explained his marking scheme....that's when my heart leaped for joy and I was just. Ecstatic.  And I thank God for it. Cause it felt almost unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;He said that those who got 21-23/25 for each essay are First class honors already and these people gave him more than he expected and it's what he was looking for. (What?!). That TOTALLY blew my mind. No way I was expected to hear that. He said Never will he give more than 23 marks for essays even if it was his own paper. All I remember was writing whatever came to mind. The question didn't have specific points to write on and no specific question on what should be in the essay. Reading back on what I wrote, it still seemed like I tried to dig whatever substance I can to elaborate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank You once again for helping me!! I am so happy today because of this! though my lab report marks should be out tomorrow..*deep breaths* I still thank You for this one. Crazy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7257974913419933399?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7257974913419933399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7257974913419933399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7257974913419933399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7257974913419933399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/tangible-blessing.html' title='Tangible Blessing!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-966377390664684283</id><published>2011-03-26T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:57:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy Goosebumps*</title><content type='html'>God, I know you place opportunities for me. And today I feel a lil more comfortable with the uth leaders, having to be involved and be of help. I pray you continue to help me to achieve good relationships by the end of this year. Like how you used Daniel when he was so young, help me grow to be like him. =)  Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-966377390664684283?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/966377390664684283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=966377390664684283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/966377390664684283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/966377390664684283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-goosebumps.html' title='*Happy Goosebumps*'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4109732563994790847</id><published>2011-03-18T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:37:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice and carbo overload</title><content type='html'>Big packet of nasi lemak rushed down for breakfast, banana leaf rice for lunch and nasi lemak for tea. I am needing exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4109732563994790847?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4109732563994790847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4109732563994790847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4109732563994790847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4109732563994790847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/spice-and-carbo-overload.html' title='Spice and carbo overload'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4553215014590618474</id><published>2011-03-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:02:00.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale....</title><content type='html'>I didn't know I could be so lack of breath in less than 5mins of exercise. Hilariously tiring! All of us in the class are going to build lotsa muscles from now on...don't know if that's a good thing but I guess there's a first time for everything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing half sit ups to the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song gives a very motivating feeling. An definitely picked the right song! listening to the instruments building up and the picture of Johnny Depp running around in my mind makes me laugh on the inside. By the next few months to come, she said we'll be doing it about 480 times, non-stop. She said that when we just started today and our jaws dropped and laughed in disbelief. woohoo. Joy. I have to get that song to keep it up! I am determined to achieve it! Slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will be a good time to get motivational postcards from Manda. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better, my lil' sister got me awesome, quenching fluffy-ish green tea ice-cream when i got home!!! That was just Awesome. My sister cares about meeee. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4553215014590618474?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4553215014590618474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4553215014590618474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4553215014590618474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4553215014590618474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/inhale-exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale.html' title='Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale....'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3803023992900640949</id><published>2011-03-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:28:00.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An awesome person taught me to be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; for God. Faithful, Available and Teachable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3803023992900640949?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3803023992900640949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3803023992900640949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3803023992900640949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3803023992900640949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/awesome-person-taught-me-to-be.html' title='An awesome person taught me to be....'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6502309653456758703</id><published>2011-03-12T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:35:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby turns 13!</title><content type='html'>What a busy day. So much to absorb. Which led to binge-eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil one at home is a teenager today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who still whines for things,&lt;br /&gt;Makes a mess everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Cry when when you don't have your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure God loves you just as much as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who can be stubborn at times,&lt;br /&gt;Repress everything you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant to what's around you,&lt;br /&gt;Can be a joy when people see you entertain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who can't match outfits,&lt;br /&gt;Have unpredictable mood swings,&lt;br /&gt;Is weak at school work,&lt;br /&gt;Is mummy's little sweet ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray for you oh little girl,&lt;br /&gt;That there will come a day,&lt;br /&gt;When you will know what's good for you,&lt;br /&gt;And use what has been given to you,&lt;br /&gt;To be a light that will touch those around you,&lt;br /&gt;That mindsets will change when they get to know you,&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;That you will realize and know that I'm there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6502309653456758703?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6502309653456758703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6502309653456758703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6502309653456758703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6502309653456758703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-turns-13.html' title='The baby turns 13!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6122473435942624630</id><published>2011-03-04T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:42:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does your heart break for what breaks mine?</title><content type='html'>*thousands of thoughts running through my head*&lt;br /&gt;a bucket of tears held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you said you wouldn't give me what I can't handle. I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm living a dual personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6122473435942624630?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6122473435942624630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6122473435942624630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6122473435942624630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6122473435942624630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/03/does-your-heart-break-for-what-breaks.html' title='Does your heart break for what breaks mine?'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8400705118550519130</id><published>2011-02-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T05:42:14.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pain, MORE GAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's class was more intense, but good. I'm learning how to fully use my spinal cord!!! its amazing what it can do without the need for hands to push the body up. God made backbones so amazing! Also, we had to feel like a ball, rolling around, and the climax, THE PLOUGH!!! I thought it was a super crazy pose and who knew I could do it??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXr-VB05k5I/TWZeNWUXqAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GtgvlYj66dQ/s1600/HALASANA%2B%2528Plough%2BPose%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXr-VB05k5I/TWZeNWUXqAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GtgvlYj66dQ/s320/HALASANA%2B%2528Plough%2BPose%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577248771967264770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look as scary as the one below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T--oX6UWguc/TWZeNXRNq_I/AAAAAAAAA_w/MJRBTKntMAI/s1600/Halasana-Plough%2BPose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T--oX6UWguc/TWZeNXRNq_I/AAAAAAAAA_w/MJRBTKntMAI/s320/Halasana-Plough%2BPose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577248772222462962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I thought it looked a lil' distorted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God, I love dancing!!! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8400705118550519130?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8400705118550519130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8400705118550519130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8400705118550519130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8400705118550519130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-pain-more-gain.html' title='More pain, MORE GAIN!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXr-VB05k5I/TWZeNWUXqAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/GtgvlYj66dQ/s72-c/HALASANA%2B%2528Plough%2BPose%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6201346733588052265</id><published>2011-02-18T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:24:00.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piss me off. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6201346733588052265?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6201346733588052265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6201346733588052265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6201346733588052265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6201346733588052265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/02/piss-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8912174460501661928</id><published>2011-02-16T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:32:28.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for stretch and poise</title><content type='html'>I pushed myself a lil' more today. Contempt dance class! And my new found friend, the Floor. Where the warm up, stretching and rolling were done.&lt;br /&gt;Something new, and I like it. Oh aches, I sense you coming. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8912174460501661928?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8912174460501661928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8912174460501661928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8912174460501661928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8912174460501661928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-for-stretch-and-poise.html' title='Time for stretch and poise'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6356427987531251519</id><published>2011-02-10T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:29:16.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Wet Home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was the most happening night of the year so far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water pump burst-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happily doing my assignment when flowing water in the wall sounded like someone was using the bathroom, which I ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, water dripped on me, I looked up and...."Mum! there's water leaking!!!". Everyone rushed to clear all electronics, which became Everything at the computer study area except the shelves. Everyone pulling wires, carrying computers, adapters, CDs, printers and more wires twisted all over. Talk about speed shifting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, everyone in the house was upstairs moving about bringing more towels and pails to soak up the water. If my house was MOMA, it would have been interesting to see water dripping uncontrollably out of ceiling fans and lights. It wasn't as funny yesterday, no. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water from ceilings and walls, everyone drenched from soaking up water while being 'showered' and after awhile, I managed to take pictures. Well, it's also for the landlord to see, not just being SS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in everything, thank God :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That it started at the computer area or I wouldn't have realized before it was too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That of All places,our furniture, shelves and boxes of stuff weren't directly under any lights and fans, or they all would have gotten drenched and there will be more shifting of stuff needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Although dad wasn't around, my aunty and my other aunty's maid were here to help. Imagine mum and 3 kids without help...oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The water was done flowing before the whole plaster ceiling decides to fall apart (the ceiling looked like it had water droplets as pimples!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6356427987531251519?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6356427987531251519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6356427987531251519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6356427987531251519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6356427987531251519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-wet-home.html' title='Home Wet Home'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1920705162641411293</id><published>2011-02-08T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:55:00.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I only wonder if I'm doing the right major when I hear the word Lab Reports. Scientific reports are not me. I'm frustrated not being able to find journals and writing experimental stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God help me.....to get the hang of this before I leave and realize I have to struggle do it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1920705162641411293?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1920705162641411293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1920705162641411293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1920705162641411293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1920705162641411293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-only-wonder-if-im-doing-right-major_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4036189395894078885</id><published>2011-01-31T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:39:00.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*heartbeat*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUeRpHWkiRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/gPrbSBtlcsk/s1600/mountaintop_hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUeRpHWkiRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/gPrbSBtlcsk/s320/mountaintop_hike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579599801288978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want someone to take me somewhere I can breath in deeply and just sit in silence to ponder about my life and what I wanna do about it. Even if I don't return with a solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want someone to take me to a place where there's no one else around to scream and cry whatever I need to let go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could have the short period in the mornings to let it out and then carry on with life so amazing, just like Morrie did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to someday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*continues day dreaming*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4036189395894078885?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4036189395894078885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4036189395894078885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4036189395894078885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4036189395894078885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbeat.html' title='*heartbeat*'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUeRpHWkiRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/gPrbSBtlcsk/s72-c/mountaintop_hike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6682240011557225247</id><published>2011-01-29T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:34:31.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to a night of feasting!</title><content type='html'>BEFORE CNY. Apa macam.&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbAC9r0jpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VKGESwJqLZs/s1600/IMG_4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbAC9r0jpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VKGESwJqLZs/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349146440830610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbADMPc2jI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9CGw7KwGgdI/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbADMPc2jI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9CGw7KwGgdI/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349150348368434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homemade meatballs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there were &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; made by Ash and Cate. After dessert, then came &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mini Magnums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and finally, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbACUNyj7I/AAAAAAAAA9M/LutImTKIPT4/s320/IMG_3859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349135309017010" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbACaQ1qtI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WWn-0SZnc4I/s320/IMG_3864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349136932416210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peanut butter cookies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbDTCYnAhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/35kSaNJLglg/s320/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352721115218450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baking ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbDS3SUjoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/WjzkWR6PpKs/s320/IMG_3868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352718136053378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbC43VaNpI/AAAAAAAAA90/SUiD6Oo4bno/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352271472408210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbELs--TiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8-TXVWZOKjg/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568353694623092258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice-cream!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbACx1MeYI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wDwrgZnzHSg/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349143258921346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend said that being fat is a blessing. Pfft. No way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course there was more than food. The kiddos spent 4hours in the pool. All the prune-y fingers! They did countless jumps for the camera and splashed water at one another though they each had their goggles on. Most of the time. haha. Took some pictures with the lil' cousins and gave goodbye hugs and kisses before they get too old for them. =) I had a great time. Pity I didn't go to Langkawi but I do hope I'll be able to visit them soon.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbGT-vtNWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3ictwO6cUxE/s320/IMG_4180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356035853104482" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbGTacnWxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/NklNKzPvgHk/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356026109352722" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbC6FOkedI/AAAAAAAAA-U/CdUAVBdr8oY/s320/IMG_4010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352292381686226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbC5wl2eTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/rbcdCIvQkVs/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352286842190130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbGTqkqE0I/AAAAAAAAA_M/-AvOG248KrQ/s320/IMG_4s142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356030438052674" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbGTJbNyaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3nl1d9am3pk/s320/IMG_3890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356021540080034" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbC598NH-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/qIBSBYxHr2w/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568352290425610210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6682240011557225247?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6682240011557225247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6682240011557225247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6682240011557225247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6682240011557225247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheers-to-night-of-feasting.html' title='Cheers to a night of feasting!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TUbAC9r0jpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VKGESwJqLZs/s72-c/IMG_4070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-9093985698770524381</id><published>2011-01-25T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:45:00.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution : LEARN how to make decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-9093985698770524381?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9093985698770524381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=9093985698770524381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9093985698770524381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9093985698770524381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-learn-how-to-make-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1245284824620290315</id><published>2011-01-21T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:50:21.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God beats the time rests for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's devo from Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classics: Streams in the Desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and the Rest by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Into a desert place apart" (Matt. 14:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it." In our whole life-melody the music is broken off here and there by "rests," and we foolishly think we have come to the end of the tune. God sends a time of forced leisure, sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts, and makes a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives; and we lament that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. How does the musician read the "rest"? See him beat the time with unvarying count, and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the "rests." They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, "There is no music in a 'rest,'" let us not forget "there is the making of music in it." The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson! --Ruskin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;From the glad working of thy busy life,&lt;br /&gt;From the world's ceaseless stir of care and strife,&lt;br /&gt;Into the shade and stillness by thy Heavenly Guide&lt;br /&gt;For a brief space thou hast been called aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps into a desert garden dim;&lt;br /&gt;And yet not alone, when thou hast been with Him,&lt;br /&gt;And heard His voice in sweetest accents say:&lt;br /&gt;'Child, wilt thou not with Me this still hour stay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;In hidden paths with Christ thy Lord to tread,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper to drink at the sweet Fountainhead,&lt;br /&gt;Closer in fellowship with Him to roam,&lt;br /&gt;Nearer, perchance, to feel thy Heavenly Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;Oh, knowledge deeper grows with Him alone;&lt;br /&gt;In secret of His deeper love is shown,&lt;br /&gt;And learnt in many an hour of dark distress&lt;br /&gt;Some rare, sweet lesson of His tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;We thank thee for the stillness and the shade;&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee for the hidden paths Thy love hath made,&lt;br /&gt;And, so that we have wept and watched with Thee,&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee for our dark Gethsemane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Called aside--&lt;br /&gt;Oh, restful thought--He doeth all things well;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blessed sense, with Christ alone to dwell;&lt;br /&gt;So in the shadow of Thy cross to hide,&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee, Lord, to have been called aside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.backtothebible.org/index.php/devotions/classics/charles_cowman.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1245284824620290315?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1245284824620290315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1245284824620290315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1245284824620290315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1245284824620290315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/devo-from-jon.html' title='God beats the time rests for us'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-5456167406908863133</id><published>2011-01-11T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:03:15.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manda turns 20!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a great night! Didn't think I would have such a great time considering it was just a couple of hours and without a sleepover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food, as always, was sooo good. From starters to huge prawns with yummy pasta, shepherds pie (without fail!), more pasta and pizza. Dessert! Apple and pear crumble with ICE-CREAM and for my first time, Durian birthday cake! woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part was the Flying Lanterns!!!! The feel was just amazing. If it were like Tangled, that'll be the ultimate, awesome, most memorable sight! I wanna stock 'em up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total pictures taken : 492. And 1 short clip of flying lanterns. whee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-5456167406908863133?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5456167406908863133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=5456167406908863133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5456167406908863133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5456167406908863133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/manda-turns-20.html' title='Manda turns 20!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-9056877192208445512</id><published>2011-01-09T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:08:43.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I saw outside was Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am back from another tiring and refreshing retreat. And today's devo has reminded me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's responsibility up ahead and coming my way. (John 21:15-19)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Planning hours were long. Sometimes going around in circles, sometimes spending time on redundant issues and side tracking, oh so often. And we berbond through this.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about not stepping outdoors for days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And having too much food. For every meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Praying for 2 hours+ for everyone amazed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tipping toe in the kitchen while helping to cook, in the bathroom and bedroom because of the icy floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictionary cards and Cranium was a great time of laughter. I shall get meself a deck of those! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the planning hours were tiring and long, the sharing, laughter, care and encouragements made my day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God's still working. With this committee, with my portfolio and with the CF as a whole. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wish I knew how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The journey down was breath taking! Enjoyed and took in the freezing air of Genting before coming back to the warm, polluted and stuffy air. hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-9056877192208445512?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9056877192208445512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=9056877192208445512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9056877192208445512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9056877192208445512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-i-saw-outside-was-fog.html' title='All I saw outside was Fog'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4255494452098428577</id><published>2011-01-03T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:12:00.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tongue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I learned ABC in Spanish!! *claps claps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4255494452098428577?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4255494452098428577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4255494452098428577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4255494452098428577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4255494452098428577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-tongue.html' title='New tongue!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1898182462137341104</id><published>2011-01-03T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:33:00.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan Jan Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHeY8TZGSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Q2phYy2fkLY/s1600/IMG_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHeY8TZGSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Q2phYy2fkLY/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557967935237593378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthdates! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1898182462137341104?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1898182462137341104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1898182462137341104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1898182462137341104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1898182462137341104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-jan-jan.html' title='Jan Jan Jan'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHeY8TZGSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Q2phYy2fkLY/s72-c/IMG_3084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6242386052805938698</id><published>2011-01-01T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:27:00.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I knew it"</title><content type='html'>Intuition can be pretty accurate sometimes. It's amazing. I think having a feeling of what's about to happen helps people prepare for the worst. &lt;div&gt;Time heals all wounds. *pause and thinks*...And God does things in His timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so knew it. And to finally see and accept what I expected to come feels somewhat a relief to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad it's out. God, I love You. Thank you for dealing with the situation. Though I've been doing my best, I can now really really love with total sincerity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new year!!!! A total different one from the last I can tell. haha. I'm growing up. *sniffs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6242386052805938698?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6242386052805938698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6242386052805938698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6242386052805938698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6242386052805938698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-knew-it.html' title='&quot;I knew it&quot;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3135476972727517683</id><published>2011-01-01T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:13:12.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se-remban Siew Pau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmY1Aa-TI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8LGgIK2cmew/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmY1Aa-TI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8LGgIK2cmew/s320/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557976729371998514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a trip! And I miss it already. The interesting house we stayed in, the comfy bed, the small bathroom, the awesome cool breeze, the sweet lil' 2 year old cousin of Warren, the food, the swimming, night movies in bed and everything else I did there. I think my body doesn't need as much sleep nowadays which I doubt is a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmYDouY-I/AAAAAAAAA8s/7c9BwqokwUE/s320/warren%2Band%2Bmax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557976716119270370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmYV04gFI/AAAAAAAAA80/xM_lI0e2a6U/s320/towel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557976721002102866" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmYv7rDEI/AAAAAAAAA88/u2vk9d0YrDA/s320/james%2Band%2Bmax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557976728009903170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I wanna go back. haha. I shall....hopefully. =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3135476972727517683?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3135476972727517683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3135476972727517683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3135476972727517683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3135476972727517683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-remban-siew-pau.html' title='Se-remban Siew Pau'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TSHmY1Aa-TI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8LGgIK2cmew/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2639348908745138491</id><published>2010-12-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:08:39.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKiy1Vc8I/AAAAAAAAA78/CMQOMqmlSYA/s1600/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKiy1Vc8I/AAAAAAAAA78/CMQOMqmlSYA/s320/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554990627006280642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This christmas has been much about snowflakes. My present deco, card deco, christmas tree ornaments and present wrappers and many others. And they're all pretty. No two snowflakes are the same eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as this year wasn't as Chrismassy due to exams finishing late which didn't give me much time to go christmas shopping and enjoy the days before christmas in a RELAXING way. So much preparation had to be done and I didn't get to make the ultimate christmas cards that I pictured in my head. Was pretty frustrating. Ended up punching paper shapes and getting fingers sticky, which at the end of the day looked like some card anyone can get off the shelf at shopping malls. Actually, there are better ones there. haha. Oh well. I tried. There's always next year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdExv7lqTI/AAAAAAAAA7c/FW3WKp_o4Yo/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984286855473458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things never happen the same way twice, as Aslan says. And so, it was a different christmas this year. I don't usually celebrate christmas with anyone other than my church friends and family. Victor, Shok Chen and Pei Chern came last year and though I didn't really get to spend time with them after, it was the first. This year, Jas and James celebrated christmas eve with me! Okay there wasn't a super cool party after but it was different and I enjoyed the time spent (sorry James I totally forgot about the time, hope you didn't get into trouble). I feel loved!!! Manda and Esther, next time yes? we'll meet up soon!! I miss everyone coming togetherrrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance was fun. Dancing as a present was the happiest and smiley-est dance I've EVER done! (though the making of it was tedious). Woohoo! Apart from acting super kiddy, jaw stretching and dancing like no one's looking, it was pretty fun. hahaha! The last dance felt like it lasted for just a minute. I knew I didn't stretch as much as I was supposed to for certain parts..everything just happened so fast. Usually 3 rounds of it would hardly make me pant but the once on stage got me sweating. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or the lights??haha. First time in black tights too, but i guess when I'm on stage, there's no going back to the whole self-conscious thing. heh. But i had fun. The ending went well, no imbalance pose!! God, thank you! I'm already excited for the next one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad everything went well...except for certain parts when the music was cut off and Stephen almost missed his singing climax. I hope everyone had a good night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdExNpYpXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/MOTRKTlsiXI/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdExNpYpXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/MOTRKTlsiXI/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984277652317554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdeF_evftI/AAAAAAAAA8c/__szystf_Pg/s320/IMG_2437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012122417528530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdEyhJwODI/AAAAAAAAA70/cpItKBiPqp0/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdEyhJwODI/AAAAAAAAA70/cpItKBiPqp0/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984300068223026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKjVarKTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YEqUCQ9j2AE/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554990636289698098" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprise! I had sweet presents from friends I've never gotten before. I guess it's because I got more involved in uth this year  =). Jon Ngin, Jon Roberts, Lionel, Abi, Ai Vee. Thank you!!!! (I didn't prepare enough cards. Shucks.) Awesome lil' gifts. I got NERDS! candy of my own! hahaha. Yes, I am very happy with that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got home past 12 after A&amp;amp;W and not ordering anything. lalala. Roads were Scarily empty. Then, the house was empty which was pretty saddening. Parents still weren't back so I thought I wouldn't get to go to Chat's place this year. About 1.25am, I reminded them that my siblings were there so mum and I went to pick them up but ended up staying there for awhile with a few who were still there. A few kiddos under 12 were wide awake and enjoying themselves. A huge bottle of sparkling juice was popped and we drank merrily. =) The baby grand piano was producing nice music too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what did I do?? grab a few pieces of lamb and turkey and some pizza. While standing and eating, Chat messed with my unique dress, tying it in all sorts of ways whether reasonable or not. At the end of they day, I left the house in a tube dress after arriving with a halter. So fun so fun. Me likey my dressy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdEyMzfSFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xG7h9ETffEY/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984294606129234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3am!!! Home.  Was so tired but I had to get all that make up off my face. Ash and I messed with the camera for abit before going under the covers at 3.30 and replayed everything about the special night I had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdExyCaHYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/QoOoOQEsbes/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984287420947842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3am look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in such a deep sleep until 11am+ today! Thank God, no headaches. Washed up, felt somewhat confident in a purple spaghetti top with a scarf and went to friend's place for popiah! YUM! Snapped shots with the aweshomme camera too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Joshua called and said he left something in my post box. I could hardly wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKjusEBFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/L4fwWh5ela4/s320/IMG_2428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554990643073516626" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got home and sat down and realized I haven't checked it so I ran outside and found a thin piece of paper with my name on it. Now I hardly get stuff in the mail so I was like the most excited lil' gurl who got a cotton candy for christmas! Sat down, opened it....and.....laughed and laughed. After receiving a penguin card for my birthday, penguin postcard when he came back the last time, I was expecting something penguin-ish too but I would never have guessed this 'motion' penguin picture ruler thing!!! The penguins in the picture were waddling whenever I tilted it up and down. Seriously funny!!!!! Tis be the last present from Josh, from Aus and it is just sooooo cute!!!! hahaha..I'm still playing with it. I shall record a video. It's motioned penguins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKkDiahkI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OezDv-8SFIY/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554990648670193218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2639348908745138491?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2639348908745138491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2639348908745138491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2639348908745138491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2639348908745138491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowflakes.html' title='Snowflakes!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TRdKiy1Vc8I/AAAAAAAAA78/CMQOMqmlSYA/s72-c/IMG_2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2972791669792439842</id><published>2010-12-23T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:30:00.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm a little frustrated with not enough time to do my best for these cards!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=(   super fail. And waking up with a headache isn't good at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on!!!! it's tomorrow!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2972791669792439842?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2972791669792439842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2972791669792439842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2972791669792439842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2972791669792439842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-little-frustrated-with-not-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3131106373072595195</id><published>2010-12-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:33:00.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A missed dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to dance like she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much till it hurts, because I could never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People say parents get their children to do what they couldn't. I think I understand that feeling. *daydreams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3131106373072595195?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3131106373072595195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3131106373072595195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3131106373072595195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3131106373072595195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/missed-dream.html' title='A missed dream'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8158168509413195412</id><published>2010-12-18T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:38:00.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas Candlelight"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My first time at KL PAC. (Yes thank God for awesome friends). Black walls with colourful chairs! I like.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, glad I managed to enjoy it considering I woke up feeling terrible and staying home so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had good seats so I managed to see everything clearly...and i spotted 2 harps!! oh so beautiful...the performance was pretty well done. Nice flow of music and awesome soprano singers. Power. There were these two boys who sang a duet, Whoa my goodness they were amazing. (talk about Justin Bieber, now I feel kinda sorry for him that everyone makes fun of his 'unbroken' voice). I guess the cute chubby indian guy Looked fine as he sang but something about the skinny chinese boy with that voice surprised me. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Considering I went to a music store yesterday, I paid closer attention to the instruments. Seeing the lady nodding her head to follow the timing before she clangs her cymbals, the guy coming in at random times with the tambourine, trying to differentiate the sound of the flute and clarinet, fingers on the string instruments and watching with wonder how the girl aims for the harp strings. Sometimes my eyes look all over the place instead of sitting back, relaxing and listening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt pretty inspired tonight.  =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8158168509413195412?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8158168509413195412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8158168509413195412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8158168509413195412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8158168509413195412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-candlelight.html' title='&quot;Christmas Candlelight&quot;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2085776915055716064</id><published>2010-12-17T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T07:51:11.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do first what to do first??!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have 2 weeks of break before a crazy semester. ONLY TWO. After a lousy paper today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No big happening celebration for the end of exams but i did enjoy my day! It started off with making an effort to dressing up a lil'. Then, taking a 20 min nap  before my paper felt really good. After our paper, Warren came over because we were going to do Something since we are FREEEE! finally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we followed James to get his super awesome, exciting, aweshome new toy!!!!  It wasn't entirely my fault we didn't find the shop sooner. Just partly. So yes, such joy. haha. Bet he's going to meddle with it for hours when he gets home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bentley Music store was amazing!! See, once again....friends bring me to interesting places. I would love to try everything in there, if only I could. Saw this wooden-Purple-painted electric guitar that cost RM9,990. Well, at least i got to touch it. =)  I should get a boyfriend who owns a music store!!!! muahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, I feel happy, bummy without guilt, and I can watch movies, go out and  read books! well not much in 2 weeks though. Oh well. I feel so smiley. The cool weather is reinforcing this feeling. mmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wokay! I'm off to plan my present deco (with No help of those 2 today), watch movies and pick my book for this 2 weeks. And of course, fix my circadian rhythm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2085776915055716064?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2085776915055716064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2085776915055716064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2085776915055716064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2085776915055716064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-to-do-first-what-to-do-first.html' title='What to do first what to do first??!!!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3930095549652952974</id><published>2010-12-16T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:59:02.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Little Child'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Who would of thought that long ago&lt;br /&gt;So very far away,&lt;br /&gt;A little child would be born&lt;br /&gt;And in a manger laid?&lt;br /&gt;And who would have thought this little child&lt;br /&gt;Was born the King of kings,&lt;br /&gt;The Son of just a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;For whom the angels sing?&lt;br /&gt;And who would have thought that as He grew&lt;br /&gt;And with other children played&lt;br /&gt;This child with whom they laughed and sang&lt;br /&gt;Would die for them some day&lt;br /&gt;And who would have thought this little child&lt;br /&gt;Could make a blind man see,&lt;br /&gt;Feed the hungry, make rich the poor&lt;br /&gt;And set the sinner free?&lt;br /&gt;Oh who would have thought this little child&lt;br /&gt;Was who the prophets said?&lt;br /&gt;Would take away the sins of man&lt;br /&gt;And rise up from the dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I believe! And I will always sing,&lt;br /&gt;"This little child is the King!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe. And, I will always sing,&lt;br /&gt;"This little child&lt;br /&gt;He is the King of kings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Yet this world remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;Empires have been built and fallen&lt;br /&gt;Only time has made a change.&lt;br /&gt;Nation against nation.&lt;br /&gt;Brother against brother.&lt;br /&gt;Men so filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;Killing one another.&lt;br /&gt;And over half the world is starving&lt;br /&gt;While a banner of decency is torn.&lt;br /&gt;Debating over disarmament.&lt;br /&gt;Killing children before they're born.&lt;br /&gt;And fools who march to win the right&lt;br /&gt;To justify their sin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh every nation that has fallen&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen from within!&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the midst of this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;There is a hope, a light that burns.&lt;br /&gt;This little child -the King of kings-&lt;br /&gt;Some day will return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I believe! And I will always sing,&lt;br /&gt;"This little child is the King!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe. And, I will always sing,&lt;br /&gt;"This little child&lt;br /&gt;He is the King of kings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought this little child&lt;br /&gt;Is who the prophets said&lt;br /&gt;Will return to judge this world&lt;br /&gt;The living and the dead?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see that long ago,&lt;br /&gt;So very far away,&lt;br /&gt;This little child-- our only hope--&lt;br /&gt;Was born a King that day!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3930095549652952974?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3930095549652952974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3930095549652952974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3930095549652952974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3930095549652952974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-little-child.html' title='&quot;This Little Child&apos;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1714856937195929521</id><published>2010-12-15T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:13:00.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, my faithful friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TQg8CvzFIDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4dnppRrDqxQ/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550752558622253106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been a few years since we met,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But only spent the last couple of months close,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today as I opened the door, you were still there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the goodbyes and last glances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You were so clean, so spotless,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't hesitate to hug you one last time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Captured pictures of you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be kept as memories, that'll last a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the clock struck 11,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I knew in my heart that there was no turning back,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You went out the driveway, down the road,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And all I could do was watch you go.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And wish you all the best as you begin a new journey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TQg8CPYppJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/i6ZSdX5SRr0/s320/IMG_1874blk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550752549921465490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1714856937195929521?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1714856937195929521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1714856937195929521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1714856937195929521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1714856937195929521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-my-faithful-friend.html' title='Farewell, my faithful friend'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TQg8CvzFIDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4dnppRrDqxQ/s72-c/IMG_1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8345687694999518527</id><published>2010-12-12T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:51:00.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I decided to be brave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh man was that tough. Bringing up the subject was one thing. Thinking of points to 'rebut' was another. I did spend time thinking through the 'points' to say and how to say it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I made green tea. Sipped my drink and wrote stuff on my notebook to help me distract myself when the conversation gets too stiff. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well.....they asked for time and i agreed. So that's that. I just hope it'll be a yes. After giving it my all for that hour, holding back water from my eyes and speaking as MATURE and responsible as i can. It's about time I asked about the reasons and validity of their answers. And it felt pretty good. Dad was 'pleased' for me doing it. My heart wanted to melt (though he was just messing with his phone the whole time, which was good for me). heh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God, thank you for setting the right mood. Everything about today went well. I'm glad i became a Lil' stronger. Though now it feels like nothing's changed, I'm sure there was at least a lil' bit of difference. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*deep breaths* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8345687694999518527?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8345687694999518527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8345687694999518527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8345687694999518527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8345687694999518527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-decided-to-be-brave.html' title='When I decided to be brave...'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-4634573594319343700</id><published>2010-12-09T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:23:00.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Jursday</title><content type='html'>I just realized most of the names of people I texted today begin with the letter J!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Aunty Jacky ('aunty' doesn't count)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Joel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jarren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jenn ming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-4634573594319343700?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4634573594319343700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=4634573594319343700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4634573594319343700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/4634573594319343700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-is-jursday.html' title='Today is Jursday'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3047118126272739684</id><published>2010-12-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:21:59.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This didn't get to go up this week  =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one was there to certify it. Again, upset. Then the rain poured so bad. I didn't like the drive home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ta-da....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TQBnTAS9RAI/AAAAAAAAA64/PcGbj2iyuVg/s320/10th%2Bdec-coloured.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548548317115139074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3047118126272739684?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3047118126272739684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3047118126272739684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3047118126272739684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3047118126272739684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-didnt-get-to-go-up-this-week.html' title='This didn&apos;t get to go up this week  =('/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TQBnTAS9RAI/AAAAAAAAA64/PcGbj2iyuVg/s72-c/10th%2Bdec-coloured.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-9103012168109097796</id><published>2010-12-06T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:09:32.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"BOYS"...*sigh*....(recalls Ps Daniel Ross)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0JS8vvWPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-vAyW-U-lWw/s1600/little-girl-punching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0JS8vvWPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-vAyW-U-lWw/s320/little-girl-punching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547600537138977010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just what I'd like to do..heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS SUPER NONSENSE! SUPER NONSENSE......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD, I NEED A BOYFRIEND. WHY? SO THAT I CAN SHUN 'REDUNDANT' PEOPLE AWAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHUUUNNNN...AWAAAAYY....(this is not due to desperation. Don't get me wrong)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW, WHO SHALL VOLUNTEER?? HAHAHAHAHA. Or make up a fake, believable one for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*exhales*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-9103012168109097796?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9103012168109097796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=9103012168109097796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9103012168109097796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/9103012168109097796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/boysrecalls-ps-daniel-ross.html' title='&quot;BOYS&quot;...*sigh*....(recalls Ps Daniel Ross)'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0JS8vvWPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-vAyW-U-lWw/s72-c/little-girl-punching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6456230538181168781</id><published>2010-12-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:21:00.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0Jofe9D_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/MH8yW83u1Xc/s1600/childabuseG1109_468x329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0Jofe9D_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/MH8yW83u1Xc/s320/childabuseG1109_468x329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547600907241066482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"If you have nothing good or encouraging to say, just Don't. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(What mummy always says)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You hurt the person and people around who hear it are just disturbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6456230538181168781?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6456230538181168781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6456230538181168781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6456230538181168781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6456230538181168781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-have-nothing-good-or-encouraging.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TP0Jofe9D_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/MH8yW83u1Xc/s72-c/childabuseG1109_468x329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-655596217615135690</id><published>2010-12-04T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:32:00.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finals start today. And today feels like an awesome day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling the cool breeze even as i had my cozy jacket on, with 'Flying' playing on my ipod was the most soothing moment this morning. mmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-655596217615135690?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/655596217615135690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=655596217615135690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/655596217615135690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/655596217615135690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/12/4th-of-december.html' title='4th of December'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-907759444705792541</id><published>2010-11-29T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:27:00.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my hug? I want one tooooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-907759444705792541?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/907759444705792541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=907759444705792541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/907759444705792541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/907759444705792541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/wheres-my-hug-i-want-one-tooooo.html' title='Where&apos;s my hug? I want one tooooo...'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-433175576675107766</id><published>2010-11-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:56:00.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakar minyak tengah malam</title><content type='html'>I am going to finish or at least complete 90% of my malaysian studies assignment + public speaking speech for finals before the sun rises. Without coffee. *deep breaths*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-433175576675107766?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/433175576675107766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=433175576675107766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/433175576675107766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/433175576675107766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/bakar-minyak-tengah-malam.html' title='Bakar minyak tengah malam'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7714545041136047722</id><published>2010-11-27T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:10:05.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth won't Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waking up to warmer mornings,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New trends, new rules, new mindsets,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adjusting to environments,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having to deal with different experiences,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I fear change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Observing one's aging process,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hair loss, wrinkles, and slower movements,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back to moments of regrets,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not knowing what lies ahead,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I fear time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But these are all what life is,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's normal, happens to everyone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So sometimes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I fear truth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7714545041136047722?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7714545041136047722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7714545041136047722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7714545041136047722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7714545041136047722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/clock-never-stops.html' title='Truth won&apos;t Change'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8211736646158227220</id><published>2010-11-20T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:30:40.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She now drives!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's the second time Lydia and I are having dim sum for breakfast at the same place for our catching up session. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a long day and lack of sleep I wake up to another busy day. Which starts with this friend of mine, giving me encouragement for everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the many things i got from her today : "....The only thing or part of you that will hurt, is your Pride". I wondered for awhile, it sounded like pride was a separate part of me. Like it's my pride hurting and not the entire me. Just something that got me today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent 2 hours talking and sharing and drinking down cup after cup of Jasmine tea. It's such an interesting and comforting feeling. Feels like as if she might be who i might be in future. Sounds freaky eh? But it's somewhat sensible. Things that i go or went through and finding it hard to explain, she understands and explains it in simple language which matches the feelings i had or have. What a substantial conversation we had. About church, psychology, youth, self-esteem, dance, intimidation, church speakers and whatever else under the sun.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8211736646158227220?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8211736646158227220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8211736646158227220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8211736646158227220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8211736646158227220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-now-drives.html' title='She now drives!!!!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7915403786066698643</id><published>2010-11-19T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:44:09.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinning Friday</title><content type='html'>I had a fun friday! &lt;p&gt;Skipping class for children's day at peter&amp;amp;jane was a wise choice. Definitely. So much fun seeing Again, their amazing and prettiest outfits! Beautiful, colourful dresses with angel wings, some of the girls had. Boys with handsome hairstyles and interesting outfits such as Spiderman and army outfits. Boy, the amount of food there was...fuuuhh. One child's parent brought three boxes of wondermilk cupcakes!!!! and individual ones for the teachers. WAAHHH! And the amount of junk food the children brought home in their party packs were heavenly to them. I will miss them. sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nearing the end of school, the children gathered at the assembly hall for games and songs. As i walked there, i heard children singing in unison "...baby baby baby oooohhh, like baby baby baby noooo..." I was pretty surprised. Kindi kiddos singing this song??!! Of all the awesome and educational songs I've heard them sing. hahaha. Kids nowadays eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ash went back to visit. Soon the teachers were talking about how she was last time and how she's grown....we joined the teachers for a yummy lunch before going home, looking forward to more exciting moments awaiting me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, i got home and felt very excited. Like a lil' girl awaiting her present. haha. Nicole just got back a week ago! So when everyone came, we did some catching up, sang Su a belated birthday song, had cake and started google-ing and youtube-ing for ideas on make up and hair. haha. There were interesting, impossible, and crazy ideas. We watched a video on how to use a hair straightener to make curls. It looked easy. But we failed. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOflSOe9j8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/_V20X0Ej42A/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541649967791050690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Choco and tiramisu!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOflSkB8LYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rZk1S4wSvMQ/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541649973574905218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nicole became the guinea pig/lab rat. Sounds mean? well she enjoyed it, i'm sure. =) Get to &lt;em&gt;ban leng&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, Su and manda had to leave early..*sniff sniff*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Double eyelid stickers? failed on me. haha. Esther then applied a thicker layer of eyeliner on me. Which turned out, me looking just like her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOflSL3ROUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/hC3dkSNnaNA/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541649967087696194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big big eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my friends. Oh sho much!! God is awesome! Prom was at a pretty perfect timing. Jas and manda just finished their mocks, esther managed to come after her M'sian studies paper (no like you!), Su just finished SAM and Cole is back from Aus!!! The best part was the preparation. I felt like it was my birthday again. To be so blessed with friends who don't stay nearby to come to my place for hours to do me up for an event they won't even be attending. How i wish i could bring them along and put them in my lil' bag just like Mary Poppins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i got an interesting hairstyle with cold hairspray all over. Esther said my hair was TOO SMOOTH. Such a compliment. haha. There were not enough bobby pins. And the curls didnt turn out the way it should have been. Su and Esther worked on my eyes *blink blink*. Spent 80% of make up time on it. Just the eyes..goodness. Truly is a tedious job but with the artist around, it turned out amazing. Thank you S-ther!!! hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, Jas, Esther and Nicole picked out the accessories. Seriously, i didn't need to do anything the whole time! Except for closing my eyes, looking at certain angles, and not blinking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, God is amazing again because I just found out a day before that Priscilla had BLACK SATIN GLOVES!!!!!! she even dropped by to pass it to me at 8am today. I am So loved. Yes. haha. At least SO much for today. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prom night. Reached pretty late but i wasn't. Phew! and one more thing to thank God for is...dad didn't make a fuss. When i couldn't follow Su home, he said he would send me. I was so glad he didn't say much about going for prom and what i was gonna do there and why i didn't bring a shawl. I guess it's God's grace again, for me to have a good time for the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, we took pictures and more pictures. I can't believe that this many of my friends wouldn't be around next year. But I shall not worry about that now. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see...Being in a long dress wasn't easy. Lifting it up to avoid getting it wet or stepped on and walking nicely. haha. A friend once mentioned about teaching me how to be graceful and poised. Would have been hilarious. Anyways, i did enjoy myself. The music at the end was nice and people dancing in pairs. That's what prom should have, no? The only sad thing was that we started pretty late and the hall cleared out pretty fast when it ended. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got home really late. Too late. God, thank you for your grace that daddy didn't lecture me about it and that i got home safe and sound. Thank you for awesome friends who stay so far away but drive me home anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great day and i shall go to bed tonight with a grin on my face, recalling the unforgettable and happy moments i had. All thanks to my Daddy in heaven who loves me and assures me that.................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOfv0bZ3ANI/AAAAAAAAA54/ev4NbrLYfUE/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541661550491140306" /&gt;          I AM LOVED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOflRbIkpQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SRqg9txpTtc/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541649954006934786" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls, you know who you are...Thank you sooo much. Your effort, time, energy and love. I could say this all day for days, months and maybe years to come. When we do this again. In future. Yes Jas?? *wink wink*  We Will do more catching up! Soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7915403786066698643?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7915403786066698643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7915403786066698643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7915403786066698643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7915403786066698643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/grinning-friday.html' title='Grinning Friday'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TOflSOe9j8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/_V20X0Ej42A/s72-c/IMG_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1322932705792588295</id><published>2010-11-17T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:05:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel terrible. Temperature up, cough worse, random runny nose and i couldn't sleep still the whole night. Please go away..leave me alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here i am, waiting for Warren to come over to work on our assignment. Current Progress = 0%. Thank God it's only 2 pages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Murphy's Law!! i am not going to keep you in my head today. Its 9 in the morning and i am going to have a productive day. Yesh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1322932705792588295?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1322932705792588295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1322932705792588295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1322932705792588295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1322932705792588295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8696904392699688253</id><published>2010-11-15T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T04:12:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning's fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For once i got to spend time playing with the kiddos at kindergarten. It's the last week of school and so there's nothing much left for me to do and most of them are just finishing their last few pages of their workbooks. Played slapping hand games and told stories. Typical princess stories, where the prince slays the dragon. haha. As always, time flies when you're having fun. The teacher didn't realize we went overtime and had to rush snack period. awwww. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the playground today!! managed to catch pretty good pictures with good lighting. The sun was up up up! One of the girls zoomed down the slide, jumped off after and shouted "My bum bum is on fire!!" Soon after, one by one they all started saying it. Running around with their hands on their bums.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed my time at kindi today. And i found out they have Children's day this Friday. Woohoo! I plan to skip my boring class and go for fun. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of my day was not cool. Talk about my speech on Murphy's Law today. The thought of it was annoyingly lingering in my head. My throat wasn't feeling any better (curse those fried sausages!! gah!!). Dad's spicy acar and paprika chicken wasn't helping. All because of friend sausages. Tsk.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8696904392699688253?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8696904392699688253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8696904392699688253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8696904392699688253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8696904392699688253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-mornings-fun.html' title='Monday morning&apos;s fun'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1908647266982211176</id><published>2010-11-13T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:09:00.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Celebrate today! The day we learnt our every move right, done choreographing Ash's candy cane dance and pressies dance. Such a relief. Relief. We even video-ed Chat's part to be sent to her. All the surpressed laugher looks on camera. Shucks. (Chat, although you don't read this, i hope you appreciate the embarrassment.haha). The 5+ hours spent in church today was joyfully productive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woo hoo!! Thank you God for a good and cheerful time of practice. More to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1908647266982211176?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1908647266982211176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1908647266982211176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1908647266982211176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1908647266982211176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/celebrate-today-day-we-learnt-our-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3628013505772817423</id><published>2010-11-12T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:37:00.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of being a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;CF-ers blessed people around campus with balloons today! I'm glad it turned out awesome. We didn't give food this year but i'm glad we didn't. Balloons, coloured markers and smiley faces are the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning, i experienced what it's like to have something valuable that doesn't belong to me and that I had the choice whether i should keep it or not. Had the weirdest feeling. My first thought was that someone had dropped it and I'll hang on to it until someone calls. After awhile, I thought of times when phones have been reported missing and when someone dials the number, it just goes into voicemail. Pretty easy job. Just shut the phone off, and there you have it. A new phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad i got to be someone's saviour today. And i'm glad i decided to wear the CF tee. Not sure if she noticed but if she did, praise God!! She sounded like the happiest and most grateful stranger. I wish I had balloons with me then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel good today. Started off with a rainy morning. Got to college, turned off the engine, ate my lil bun and studied in the car while the air was cool. So nice that i decided to sleep for half an hour before getting onto the bus and off to class. mmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3628013505772817423?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3628013505772817423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3628013505772817423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3628013505772817423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3628013505772817423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy-of-being-blessing.html' title='Joy of being a blessing'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1456329165482645607</id><published>2010-11-10T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:42:00.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*Punches the invisible punch bag* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh world, i shall put you aside for awhile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Drowned in music*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1456329165482645607?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1456329165482645607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1456329165482645607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1456329165482645607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1456329165482645607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/punches-invisible-punch-bag-oh-world-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3129347073339930395</id><published>2010-11-08T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:58:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visitor's Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Family friends come to visit. Everyone is at the living room having a conversation about how everyone's been and catching up. Outside, the mother honks to let those at home know of her return and that the car outside needs to be moved for her to drive in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The friend (husband) stands up, takes out his car keys from his pocket and hands it to the host's eldest daughter saying "Nah, go move the car. Very easy wan". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such an shocking moment she felt, and hopeful that somehow others will give her the same trust she received that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3129347073339930395?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3129347073339930395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3129347073339930395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3129347073339930395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3129347073339930395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/visitors-trust.html' title='A Visitor&apos;s Trust'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2772905370715147676</id><published>2010-11-07T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:18:53.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fly fly" *swish swish* and a bomb for dinnah</title><content type='html'>Today i bought my first,&lt;p&gt;Long dress!!!!! (which shall not be revealed yet!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister actually went scouting with me. Though her taste of dresses are no where near mine. For now. =)  I'm grateful that I didn't have to go alone and talk to myself while trying on dresses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially wanted to get a short one since it wouldn't look too formal. But after trying on one and seeing that the price was reasonable, i started contemplating. I dislike such times when i have to make decisions. Approach-approach conflict situation. And so i consulted three wise men. No, actually women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back to the store in the evening with mum's friend and daughter since she was looking for a long dress. I just happen to find the best price for one just yesterday!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping is really really hard. Most of the time. Since i confirmed my decision on getting a long dress, there were more decisions to make. WHICH one. Ash was fixed on me getting the one i tried on yesterday while mum and i had doubts. Nice toga design, but certain angle of it made me look pregnant. Seriously. My mum and friend agreed too okay? Second reason, the shade of blue wasn't That appealing. Sister never gave up. haha. Oh well, her day will come. =) Another best part of my dress is that it doesn't need any altering! I usually turn away from long dresses because they will just get stepped on and sweep the floor when i get in it. Without a doubt.*smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNfGTGW87gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z-Rm0VtSwoQ/s320/P1060736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537112298302008834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her face says "Get THIS one. You better"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other than the joy of getting my dress, i had a sumptuous, awesome, indulging dinner at Saujana Resort Hotel. Usually, my family goes there with friends for supper and i order a big cup of hot chocolate. mmmm. This time, we got to go there for dinner! dad's friend had discounts and he knew the people there so we had a great time. I ordered a RM50 (half price after discount) grilled salmon with lemon+butter sauce. I didn't expect it to be small piece on such a huge plate but that just meant, MORE space for dessert!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpFEaowmkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/WJnTg-alEVM/s320/P1060747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537814633977518658" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took the whole plate on purpose. tsk tsk tsk. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpGJ_X8XoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/jwRMGTobEhM/s320/P1060748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537815829250072194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Salivating??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The dessert were buffet style so i prepared a plate full before the main dishes came. Talk about temptation under my nose, an arm's length away. To make it worse, mum brought fruits with melted chocolate. I can't believe i didn't notice the chocolate fountain! Terrible i tell you. After our main dish, sister and I were fascinating ourselves with putting a stick through marshmallows and fruits and letting chocolate flow onto it. Oooohh! that was just awesome. The cakes were awesome. If i had more space in my tummy, i would have gone for ice cream with chocolate and raisin toppings. Really thankful for my dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpFCyLo_rI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wSkOoL_NxBc/s320/P1060739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537814605938097842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpFEMWK7XI/AAAAAAAAA44/kMmLMibXjsQ/s320/P1060744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537814630141455730" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpFDga2h0I/AAAAAAAAA4w/gwaYEf7J26g/s320/P1060746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537814618349930306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum's Red Snapper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNpG0zhe1dI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TY0sH8YBb4I/s320/P1060767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537816564803229138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lighted tree trunks. Nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, thank you for a dress that's under my budget. It doesn't need any alterations too! I am a happy girl. While reading Sue Jane's devo book that day, thank You for the assurance that you do bless your children with material stuff just as any parent would and that asking for such things isn't a terrible thing. Thank You for my sister who didn't complain yesterday. Thank You for blessing my family with friends who provide even for a meal! . I bet dinner costed a bomb if it weren't for the discounts. I'm overjoyed today! Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2772905370715147676?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2772905370715147676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2772905370715147676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2772905370715147676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2772905370715147676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-fly-swish-swish-and-bomb-for-dinnah.html' title='&quot;Fly fly&quot; *swish swish* and a bomb for dinnah'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNfGTGW87gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z-Rm0VtSwoQ/s72-c/P1060736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-3045570933587052457</id><published>2010-11-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:47:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Su Yi's and Charity's birthday!!!! and the day for prom dress shopping!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a day. Though i DIDN'T get my dress, i had fun climbing up many different looking(after so many, you just take notice) flights of stairs, had 'pink day' BR ice-cream for the first time, time with friends and exercise.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNI6iRaEioI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/xt8Jv_J2HKc/s320/P1060714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535551252454476418" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Manda's new hairstyle!!! Didn't take pictures of the ice cream. Too caught up in eating it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bangsar lunch hour traffic is scary. Crossing roads with cars from different lanes is scary. How i parked today was scary *phew!*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should have taken pictures of the stairs we climbed today. Interesting, boring, happy, yucky and normal. haha. Jasmine did the bell ringing for every boutique we went to. Amanda popped in and out of the fitting room to amuse me. When Warren, Marivin and James joined us, they just made the atmosphere louder. Okay they provided entertainment anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, i didn't get a dress. Didn't even shortlist any. Most of them were too 'over the top', too bodily tight that i actually had to walk like a penguin, over budget and mainly tube dresses. It was fun trying stuff i would never have thought of wearing (that's the fun of window shopping!!!). And it's my first time walking all over that area. For a dress. heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to do more searching. Not satisfied. I got home and tried to think of people who would go on this adventure with me, but i couldn't think of anyone. Jas and Manda did an awesome job today but it was tiring too, especially right after their exams. I've already asked too much of them. And so i thought and thought...there just wasn't anyone coming to mind. Quite sad eh? hehe. Can't ask my mum cos there'll be a lot of walking and running here and there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally(while watching Chinese drama), i decided on the girl next to me. YES, I am pulling my sister along with me. Hopefully, with the green light from mummy. Just needed someone who would 'tolerate' or be patient with me throughout. hehe. Well, she was smart enough to ask for her side of the deal. Oh well. At least i get someone to tag along without complaining. Even if she does, i can bully her. haha. The joy of having a younger sister.  Thank You Jesus!!! *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-3045570933587052457?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3045570933587052457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=3045570933587052457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3045570933587052457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/3045570933587052457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-day.html' title='Happy day!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNI6iRaEioI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/xt8Jv_J2HKc/s72-c/P1060714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1794995730337781607</id><published>2010-11-02T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T05:31:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chee woh turns 22!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNFUYOX4h4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/6ondOZ6kkNE/s320/cw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535298192166913922" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry i can't afford an iphone, ipad, korean girls, BMWs, FerrariS, watches that are more expensive then my sem fees, and whatever else you want. But yes, I'll 'PRAY' you get some korean girl lah, if it's God's will. I doubt it'll be Yu Ri though. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, have a good one in UK and though you're studying very very hard i'm sure you have your source of syok-ness lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1794995730337781607?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1794995730337781607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1794995730337781607' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1794995730337781607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1794995730337781607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/chee-woh-turns-22-sorry-i-cant-afford.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TNFUYOX4h4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/6ondOZ6kkNE/s72-c/cw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7377120451786634062</id><published>2010-11-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:33:11.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hillary Clinton @ International Islam University Malaysia. What an experience.  =)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7377120451786634062?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7377120451786634062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7377120451786634062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7377120451786634062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7377120451786634062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/hillary-clinton-international-islam.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8760314383376141839</id><published>2010-11-01T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:03:00.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion, Inspiration, Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have none. Not a clear one at least.      Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As i grow older, i hear more and more of such things. A friend of mine has excitedly decided to take a couple of months off from studies to do music. Another is planning to travel to Africa to reach out. Then there are some who plan to use their field of study to serve in missions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think about my aunts who have all been to top universities and when they ask me about my plans, i try to think of the words to say, like trying to fill in a resume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of personality tests, tired of career counseling and people asking me what my interests are. I just want to Know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God gave me a piece of my future which i cannot seem to find where it fits. Yes, it's pretty awesome, though i wish it was something i could work on right now. I probably have lil' proximal goals but a vague distant goal. My mind is full of what ifs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, just thoughts. Not emo-ing. = P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TM56VZa9O9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/t_RQdXlcDv8/s320/goal_in_life-4458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534495500104711122" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this, and i wish the key to life was that easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Faith Can Do&lt;/strong&gt; by Kutless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody falls sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength to rise&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes and make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can feel the ache&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s more than you can take&lt;br /&gt;But you're stronger, stronger than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you give up now&lt;br /&gt;The sun will soon be shining&lt;br /&gt;You gotta face the clouds&lt;br /&gt;To find the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Hope that doesn’t ever end&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen miracles just happen&lt;br /&gt;Silent prayers get answered&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts become brand new&lt;br /&gt;That’s what faith can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a word&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a reason for someone not to try&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s scared to death&lt;br /&gt;When they decide to take that step&lt;br /&gt;Out on the water&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than what your eyes are seeing&lt;br /&gt;You will find your way&lt;br /&gt;If you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overcome the odds, You don't have a chance&lt;br /&gt;(That’s what faith can do)&lt;br /&gt;When the world says you can’t&lt;br /&gt;It’ll tell you that you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8760314383376141839?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8760314383376141839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8760314383376141839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8760314383376141839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8760314383376141839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/11/passion-inspiration-motivation.html' title='Passion, Inspiration, Motivation'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TM56VZa9O9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/t_RQdXlcDv8/s72-c/goal_in_life-4458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-5467029610681356030</id><published>2010-10-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:36:00.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Light the candles, don't blow them out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*sings* ....knowing God loves country music, but He loves Ps. Henry more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A church member wrote and presented a song for pastor's birthday!!! with a catchy touch of country tune in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-5467029610681356030?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5467029610681356030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=5467029610681356030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5467029610681356030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5467029610681356030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-candles-dont-blow-them-out.html' title='&quot;Light the candles, don&apos;t blow them out&quot;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-333770051565505790</id><published>2010-10-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:46:00.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I liked about today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Talking and laughing about random stuff and playing &lt;em&gt;sesat&lt;/em&gt; music with Amanda Chua Khai Li!!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-333770051565505790?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/333770051565505790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=333770051565505790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/333770051565505790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/333770051565505790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-liked-about-today.html' title='What I liked about today..'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6100174492843921225</id><published>2010-10-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:20:00.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inertia scared me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The day i experience this, Chee woh posted on my wall. Just the person i needed to tell. heh. Why do you have to be so far awaayyy? There goes my 'Call-anytime-and-I'll-come-if-you're-stuck-or-lost-on-the-road' saviour. haha.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6100174492843921225?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6100174492843921225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6100174492843921225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6100174492843921225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6100174492843921225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/inertia-scared-me.html' title='Inertia scared me'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-5951907883065689352</id><published>2010-10-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:06:40.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ under the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today, i made the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most calls and sent the most text messages while driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef patties are yummy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marshmallows are chewy and fun! (except when it comes to 'chubby bunny')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-5951907883065689352?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5951907883065689352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=5951907883065689352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5951907883065689352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5951907883065689352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/bbq-under-rain.html' title='BBQ under the rain'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-6846695633445215236</id><published>2010-10-23T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:52:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ROJAK! I'm so proud of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for pictures, Alvin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVDswJFLII/AAAAAAAAA3w/-ZNV3rT_DCI/s1600/74364_444835256650_556026650_5823562_5499059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVDswJFLII/AAAAAAAAA3w/-ZNV3rT_DCI/s320/74364_444835256650_556026650_5823562_5499059_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531902153410817154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"CAPTAIN BALL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven't played a serious game in awhile. Haven't won a trophy in awhile. Haven't played under the hot, scorching, afternoon sun in a very long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i so enjoyed it. Except the heat which drains energy like crazy. Sun oh sun, why did you decided to release such fury? Our games were like 11+ till 3pm. WAAAH.  All i remember about the matches are running, jumping, cheering, and sweating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank God for sustaining me throughout. After the first game i felt the weird dizzy feeling again, which made me remember my 200m run experience in school. GG. Not cool. But i managed to play on without any problem. Awesome! Game after game, heat and wind, sweat and thirst, with awesome team mates who could jump super high, shoot super chun, defend super geng, catch super well and run super crazy. Such fun i had today! And i want some more!! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVDtAv-K4I/AAAAAAAAA34/d5xEBb-lOGo/s320/69362_444831876650_556026650_5823474_5906971_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531902157868903298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so dead tired now that i want go to bed but i can't. Why? I think i binge-ate a lil during dinner. Was dying of hunger and thirst i tell you. Okay maybe not dying, but i haven't felt this feeling of hunger in awhile. We ran out of water before the last game so i went to church and danced without having any water to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner just tasted awesome. Pesto with mushrooms and satay. Simple, but i was SOO hungryyyy!!!! And now i'm stuffed. With ribena too. How am i to sleep? *yawns*. My legs are going to hurt tomorrow. And i have a pink neck!! Sigh, so much for wanting to look nice for prom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a long long day. It'll be a busy day tomorrow too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CF PARTAY!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woo hoo!!! makan lagi lah...aiyoyooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I is Malaysian, that's why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know this post is full of stuff which doesn't flow and it's all over the place. Haha. Goodnight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-6846695633445215236?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6846695633445215236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=6846695633445215236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6846695633445215236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/6846695633445215236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-rojak-im-so-proud-of-you.html' title='Go ROJAK! I&apos;m so proud of you!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVDswJFLII/AAAAAAAAA3w/-ZNV3rT_DCI/s72-c/74364_444835256650_556026650_5823562_5499059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-2128099842877307599</id><published>2010-10-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:52:00.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicole Tai Qi Hui turns 19!!!! And coming back soon! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-2128099842877307599?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2128099842877307599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=2128099842877307599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2128099842877307599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/2128099842877307599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/nicole-tai-qi-hui-turns-19-and-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1719995805565243837</id><published>2010-10-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:02:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of birthdays! and a long friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVCXACxy4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mz3bgS3laGA/s1600/Victor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVCXACxy4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mz3bgS3laGA/s320/Victor.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531900680210598786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attendees : Victor (duh!), Jas, Manda, Yit han, Shok Chen, Bryan &amp;amp; girlfriend, Ira, Su and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, victor's early birthday surprise was a Surprise to him!!! The timing was right (gosh, the number of texts and calls i made). Though many people couldn't make it, it turned out good. The food was good and so was the fellowship. It's hard to keep a secret from someone. Good thing it wasn't for too long. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congrats on passing the challenge of Receiving Victor!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessed 19th!!! in advance. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lunch was awesome. Though i ate more than i should have. It was soo good. We tried playing a random game "Tell about how we've been" but it only lasted ONE person, Victor. After that it was just talk about stuff under the sun. When we've realized we drank too much green tea, we headed of to the washroom and went window shopping. A good way to spend an afternoon, yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OH!!! i tried on wigs today! aint that interesting?!! manda gets people to do random stuff which turn out to be fun. Seriously!!! Here's one wig i tried which victor got to snap secretly. heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMLxxkFoGGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/jvjww331TFs/s320/2010-10-22+18.34.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249126167550050" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think i look like a mature-kiddy-5 year old. How's that any sense right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And probably will be able to pull off some 'cute' korean poses eh? *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the time i got home and freshen up, it was time to go to church for practice. Long day. Had class at 8, lousy com lab test after and worship leading which i didn't fully prepare for. Not cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But i had a fun day. I love my friends. And Abi has decided to join the christmas dance!! muahaha. This is fun. A different christmas i shall have!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1719995805565243837?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1719995805565243837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1719995805565243837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1719995805565243837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1719995805565243837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-of-birthdays-and-long-friday.html' title='The time of birthdays! and a long friday.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TMVCXACxy4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mz3bgS3laGA/s72-c/Victor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-1169515648395472851</id><published>2010-10-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T05:05:19.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I bought my Christmas presents today!!! Finally finally finally. I just Had to. Now, i'm just waiting for the holidays to come to read them. Though my December will be packed. Gosh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NEED EXERCISE!!!!! YES I DOOO!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have dance and captainball this week so that should do Some good, i hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, i just need friends to be closer to where i stay. Teman me. Exercise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-1169515648395472851?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1169515648395472851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=1169515648395472851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1169515648395472851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/1169515648395472851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8066849403521015282</id><published>2010-10-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:32:40.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JM made my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jaeson Ma is da man. He makes girls feel 'warm and fuzzy'? (well, i did)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog post is so so awesome. It's this week's weekly resource from Jon. Full of substance. I like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Click IT !!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaesonma.com/365-days-of-love-day-284-the-5-pillars-of-manhood-how-men-should-love-respect-women/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEXT STOP "MANHOOD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8066849403521015282?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8066849403521015282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8066849403521015282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8066849403521015282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8066849403521015282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/jm-made-my-day.html' title='JM made my day'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-8242367308162355326</id><published>2010-10-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T05:15:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10101010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;10pm on the 10th day of the 10th month of the year two-zero-10. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't know there were that many significant events to the number 10 in the bible till cg on friday. Pretty cool. I'm glad to have the opportunity to live through such a time to know this.  =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-8242367308162355326?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8242367308162355326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=8242367308162355326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8242367308162355326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/8242367308162355326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/10101010.html' title='10101010'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-7422365891975340457</id><published>2010-10-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:12:00.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Sweat and Bruises</title><content type='html'>Aunty Penny is awesome. Always. Everytime. Been awhile since she's choreographed dances for us. I'm thrilled!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always challenge with her around. Do-able challenges. Phew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a couple of hours, i have now 2 patches of bruises on my knee. (So much for planning to wear a skirt tomorrow). hahaha. Also, knee guards are my dance partners now. They provide cushion as much as they can and hide the not-so-nice-looking bruises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But injuries and tired muscles prove that i'm putting effort in it, yes?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hyped for Christmas presentation. Pretty interesting songs. Awesome. Let's do this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-7422365891975340457?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7422365891975340457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=7422365891975340457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7422365891975340457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/7422365891975340457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dance-sweat-and-bruises.html' title='Dance, Sweat and Bruises'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898408617604554435.post-5172724153820399097</id><published>2010-10-07T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:11:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters. Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TK1lEwwErsI/AAAAAAAAA2o/KaUG4Ejcvj0/s1600/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TK1lEwwErsI/AAAAAAAAA2o/KaUG4Ejcvj0/s320/green.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525183450333884098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Green day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898408617604554435-5172724153820399097?l=gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5172724153820399097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898408617604554435&amp;postID=5172724153820399097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5172724153820399097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898408617604554435/posts/default/5172724153820399097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglesaresubsetsoflaughter.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisters-yes.html' title='Sisters. Yes.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279436383206533852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TPzJgoiLolI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HisYCSkqYs4/S220/enhance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2ZuXpKMUtE/TK1lEwwErsI/AAAAAAAAA2o/KaUG4Ejcvj0/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
